The year of the cow is now behind us, and it is time for the tiger to step up.
this year's card
While politicians both in the States and here in Japan spent a lot of time talking about “change,” I’ve been making some huge ones over the past several months. And they’ve mostly been for the better. Here’s a brief rundown of cool shit that went down in 2009: Read the rest of this entry »
Surrogate Child was the name of the band I played bass in between approximately 1996 to 1998. We played around Atlanta with a couple of different lineups and really tried to make something of ourselves, but we never really succeeded in finding our sound.
It wasn’t for lack of trying. We practiced consistently and tried to find good gigs, but something just wasn’t there.
Our vocalist and principal songwriter was Chase Jones. He also played guitar when necessary, but preferred having a lead guitarist to handle anything serious. When we recorded our demo CD (you can hear two songs below), I played all of the lead parts in addition to bass. Harold “H Cool” (though he didn’t get that nickname until later on) Johnson handled rhythm guitar (acoustic) and backing vocals. For the majority of the Child’s existence, drums were the domain of Rick Ortiz. There is very little of consequence to say about him.
A couple of days ago, I posted some info and liner notes for my 2003 album, 4.75 Inches of the Andy Fossett Rock Supreme. It really brought up some nostalgia.
Today, I want to share this:
pictures-of-you-0.1b-mister-donuts-version.mp3Where the 12 songs on 4.75 Inches were basically “rock,” “Pictures of You” would fall into the “soft rock classics” category. That is, of course, if it were actually a classic. Come to think of it, it’s not even really all that classy either.
Cover art for the first edition of 100 copies
Back in early 2003, I got this idea that I should record a rock album.
Continuing my Scandinavian beer expedition, I sample a lager brewed by and for independent thinkers. Noriko tells me it tastes pretty much just like Japanese beer.
The President (and five other excellent beers) were provided by my friend Hannes. Thanks!
