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āRegretsā? Iāve had a few. A couple notable ones would be the middle eight section of OMNOM's āMetal Gearā (https://youtu.be/lNEkErUR8fw?t=2m26s), the piss-poor screaming parts during Haunted Shore's āMy the Manā (https://youtu.be/ZsSSvndfdf8; actually, I hate everything in that song, vocal-wise), and the chorus to Zelliackās āThese Handsā (https://youtu.be/YDG6YXrh-Nk?t=1m37s). These are parts that I would always sort of ācoughā over when Iād show these songs to friends and family, long after the final mixes were done. While itās easy to get irked and always feel that you could have done better, I actually enjoy having these older songs online and would never take them down. Itās cool comparing stuff from over the ten years to the newer material I've been fortunate to be a part of; I hope it shows improvement, haha! Remember, we all suck at SOMETHING new when weāre just starting out, and even after you think youāve exhausted yourself to the bone developing your craft youāll find you still have a long way to go. I guess what iām trying to say is if you work hard for a decade, youāll hopefully get slightly better. No, Iām kidding. But seriously, you get out what you put in, and I had a really fun practice today. I hope you do too.
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(2015) It was an amazing experience working on the "Where Are The Birds" video.

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Good Tiger album 2 review (repost from March)
Fuck it. Iām reviewing the new Good Tiger album.
Weāre months away from releasing this thing, but that doesnāt mean āThe Elliot Timesā canāt review it now! So here is an unapologetic, unbiased review from its singer (me).
Iām not going to be giving away any album or song titles yet, but let me say, the packaging is amazing. Each copy is encased in 24k gold, justifying its $999.95 price tag.
Letās get this started
Track 1: when Mick Jagger asked if he could do a feature, we all got together and asked āhow much is he going to to pay us? We should have him do it quick to get it over withā. So, yes, the English accent you hear does not belong to any of Good Tigerās British members. Side note: Bucketheadās outro solo really holds the song together. I canāt think of a better way to start an album.
Track 2: This one is ok. A few too many other instruments (as in, all of them) get in the way of my voice. Itās like covering up a beautiful steak in a blanket of racism. Sure, the steak still tastes ok, but now itās not as fun.
Track 3: I told my girlfriend I was going out to pick up some beer, but really I went to a strip club in lower Manhattan. This isnāt really a song, itās just what I was recording on my phone that night. Itās, like, 4 hours long.
Track 4: This is actually just 'Where Are The Birdsā played backwards. Morgan had an app on his phone that reversed it.
Track 5: For this one, we all wanted to see what would happen if we switched instruments. So we have Morgan on vocals, Dez on bass, Joa on left handed bass, Rudy on guitar, and me on drums. The label threatened to drop us if we didnāt rewrite this one. So we told them we did (even though we didnāt).
Track 6: Legend has it Norma Jean recorded all of the vocals on their debut with a Radio Shack microphone. It has a lasting appeal/charm about it. We decided to follow in their footsteps, while going a step further. We picked up a couple of Barbie ukuleles, and a Fisher-Price 'Babyās first drum kit" from Goodwill. Morgan used an old NIKE shoebox with some rubber bands. Yours truly got two Campbell Soup cans with a piece of string between them. Itāsā¦. yeahā¦. itās a classic for sure.
Track 7: ah yes, the song that probably bares the most āsoulā. I had always heard the Beatles wrote their best stuff on LSD. I couldnāt find any, so I downed a bunch of Flintstones chewable vitamins. My pee turned real yellow. I hope you recognize the struggle within this performance.
Track 8: eggs, milk, laundry detergent, Brooklyn lager, bagels, deodorant
All right guys, Iām going to stop here because I donāt want to give away how many songs are actually on the album. I hope youāve enjoyed this in depth and thorough preview/review. Remember, if you want an autographed copy, itās going to cost you a lot of fucking money.
Final Score: 7 stars ā ā ā ā ā ā ā āThe Elliot Timesā
This was the day 1 of vocal tracking. It felt like the first day of camp. šø Giles Smith
Chapter 6 āRoyal Typewriterā
Giles came back today. Oh wait, you donāt know who Giles is, do you? Giles is the man we hired to take photo and video content during our recording session here at Middle Farm Studios. He stands 6ft 7in and runs a 6min mile with ease. Iāve only ran the 3 mile farm course twice, and both times with him. Itās the hardest course Iāve ever ran in my life. Before I get into that though, let me tell you how I became a runner, and why itās important to me.
My dad was always in fairly good shape, but when I got to around 13 years old, he told himself āIf I have any chance of still being able compete against him in basketball when heās a teenager, I better start training nowā. Right there and then he started running. Buying running books, subscribing to running magazines, buying running watches, all of it. He was obsessed. 5k races soon turned to 10k, which soon turned to half marathons, which soon turned to marathons. Hell he even did a triathlon and nearly drowned in the Chesapeake bay. When I turned 15, my dad forced me to run cross country at my High School. I wasnāt exactly thrilled. Actually, I was pretty fucking annoyed. At 15, my hobbies were basketball (poorly), playing guitar (poorly), playing video games (successfully), and, er, doing other things a young teenager does when his parents are at work (successfully). The thought of having to interact with classmates, and spend my Saturdays traveling to races that I would always finish in last, was not appealing. And thats exactly what happened. I finished last every. single. race. āCause I didnāt try. Had no interest. My dad would take off from work early to watch me not try. He wasnāt too happy about that. I donāt blame him. Anyways, that would be the first and only school activity I would ever be eligible for as I continued to fail my classes. Sorry pop. I worked a near full time job all though my senior year of high school, so while he wasnāt exactly thrilled that I was on course to NOT graduating, he saw I wasnāt just sitting around doing nothing.
Anyways, years go by, Iām living on my own, blah blah blah blah blah. Heās still running, and still trying to get me into it. I still have no real interest of doing anything but going to work, coming home, drinking beer, and playing guitar. But he still tells me how great it is. I mean, he REALLY loves the sport. By the time Iām 25, I join my first band, āSky Eats Airplaneā. Going from working at Guitar Center, having never played in a serious band before, to suddenly touring the country and playing shows every single night, was pretty nuts. I appreciated the opportunity and experience, but I always kept the mindset of āthis could literally end tomorrowā. I was sorta right. Sky Eats eventually fell apart, but as soon as it did, Of Legends was right there behind it, keeping the dream alive. After that, TesseracT was there. The TesseracT situation was a bit different though. I knew that wasnāt going to last long right after my first tour with them. When we agreed to an amicable split, I figured, āhey, Iām sure thereās probably another band right around the cornerā. At this point I was 28 and felt too old to just start something new. Plus, I didnāt know the first thing about starting a new band. My buddy Zack and I had āZelliackā, but him and I had no real idea how to bring our bedroom project onto an actual stage. A month after TesseracT and I split, I took a job tour managing a band over in Europe. By the time I got back to the states, I felt lost. I took a job working overnights in a warehouse because I figured I could work on music during the day while working all though the night. I never really minded the hours. 9PM to 6AM. Full time. I could dig it. Itā was supposed to be temporary, but soon the days turned to weeks, turned to months, till I was there for an entire year. Slowly withdrawing from my normal social groups.
When you work the night shift, even on your days off you still keep that schedule. So on days off during the weekday Iād be awake at 3am with nothing to do. Now THATS boring. At first I thought it was kinda nice that I could watch āThe Larry Sanders Showā uninterrupted, but by the time winter came around I decided I needed to do something other than drink myself to sleep at 11am (Side note, when youāre buying beer at 9am, the person selling you beer has no idea that you just worked a nine hour shift. When you do this three/four times a week, they look at you like you have a serious problem. Hey man, I just want to get a little buzz while Jake and I play Grand Theft Auto, buzz off). There was a gym downstairs in my building, that had a treadmill. āSure, why not, Iām out of beer, so I need something to do till the store opens upā. I got into full Rocky mode and put on sweats (Iām a dumb-ass) and went downstairs. My first run in close to a decade was by myself, at 3am. I ran a slow mile. It wasnāt as bad as I thought itād be. Actually, I kind of enjoyed it. āAlright, Iāll try it again tomorrow.ā. I did it the next day and went a little further. Honestly, I was hooked by my third run. I decided to run every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. Each time going a little further till I was doing 4 miles regularly. It was still very wintery outside, and I had NO interest in freezing my balls off, but I figured if I could get to 4 miles at a decent pace on the treadmill Iād be good to go by spring. Once spring came around and I started going outside I realized this was something I wanted to do forever. There was a park/trail right next to my house that I had basically been ignoring the previous 7 years. I realized that at 5am, I would be the only person out there. Imagine having your very own park to run in. Thats what it felt like. As the running days turned to weeks, turned to months, I would ask myself, āWhy do I run? For my sanity?ā. Yes, that was a big part of it. But, always in the back of my mind, I kept telling myself, āIf at any chance Iām going to someday get back onstage, I need to be ready. I need to be in shapeā. I was turning into my dad. I was running with purpose, with a goal. Once I felt ready enough, I told him I wanted to run together. He was floored. Excited that there was a new father-son activity in his life. Heās passed on all his running knowledge to me. Thankās pop. Last winter when Periphery were recording their new album, Jake came and stayed with me for two months. Heād been out of exercise for awhile, and told me he wanted to give running a try. I took him to a track right down the road and watched the man take 15 minutes to run 1 mile. There was a look of intense pain on his face. I figured there was no way in hell he was gonna want to do that again. Later on, over a couple of beers, he told me how he couldnāt wait to get back out there to do it again. So I put him through the ringer. Weād be out in the park and Iād say ādonāt worry, the next hill is just a little oneā, when really we were going over something that even I would struggle with. By the end of his two months, he was able to do 2 ½ miles without stopping. I figured heād lose interest in it once he went back home, but he didnāt. He kept up with it, and when he came back to visit that summer we would do four and five milers side by side. Proud of you, bud. When Dez contacted me about wanting to start a new band and asked how would I feel about playing shows again, I didnāt hesitate. I felt ready to get back out there, mentally and physically.
Well, Iāve probably bored you enough. But quickly, let me tell you about this fucking farm course Iāve been running at the recording studio. It sucks. Shit, a goddamn marine would complain about this. The first thing that happens is you run straight up a hill for about half a mile. And itās steep. Remember when Rocky ran up the mountain in Rocky VI? Wellā¦. itās not that bad. But to me it feels like Iām preparing to fight Ivan Drago. Around mile 2 you start having to suck in air that is 90% cow manure. So now youāre gagging when youāre already out of breath. Mile 2 ½ is down hill. Youād think thatād be easier. NOPE. Itās just at irritating as running UP hill, just not as tiring. Also, the road is AS wide as a single car. If a car needs to pass by, you have to stop running, and sink yourself into the stalk. Nice, just what I wanted. An itchy ass back. Mile 3 is the real āfuck youā. Youāre completely exhausted at this point, all you want is a little straight road to run. Not gonna happen. Have fun running your ass up one more hill. Finally once you reach the end, youāre so cold and caked in mud that all you want to do is take a hot shower. Gotta be honest, I donāt think Iām gonna be missing this run too much once I get back to New York City. The first time we went out, it was me, Giles, and Joa. I came in dead last. I didnāt even know Joa fucking ran. Bah, whatever, now Iām droning. Thanks for listening!
Iāll finish this book later