Saturday Night At The Aardvark

Here's what Anthony Mariani at the Fort Worth Weekly had to say:

"Calhoun will be joined at 2905 W. Berry St. near TCU by pop-singer-songwriter Sean Russell, One Lone Car, and The Frontier Brothers, a quartet that’s half-based here and half-based in Austin – I saw them at South-by last year. All I can remember is a holy racket and that little keyboard player, who plays and dances his ass off. "

Maybe you should show up. We could hang out or something.

Shea Butter

Instant hand sanitizer with Shea Butter. What is Shea Butter and why would I pay a dollar to apply any form of butter to my hands? They had this stuff in the checkout lane, like it was a hot product. It took forever to dry off, which I did not expect. Regular hand sanitizer dissipates instantly. The butter left a thin film behind. It smelled like the bathroom in a five star hotel. The instant sanitizing was rendered moot because my hands were still covered in shea butter.

i'm sitting on a couch. i'm listening to tracks.

Marshall, Travis, and Moses are back in the studio. We're cutting space punk starlet today. Its a new track that I don't think you've heard. In other news, Travis has started eating meat again for the first time in many years. That unethical bastard!

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Travis called at 3:30 - "Are you planning on coming to practice?"
I respond at 3:31 - "Be cool. What time?"
Travis respons at 3:31.5 - "3:00. You're late."

Arrive at Oogdala Spaceport practice room at 3:39. We're practicing Space Punk Starlet with a clicktrack. There is a brief equipment scare. Did my speaker just blow? Its just a quarter-inch cable thank the grand yeti!

Tomorrow morning we return to the studio to wrap up the album. Earth has never heard anything quite like this before. I hope the humans understand, despite their inability to hear frequencies below 20Hz. Isn't that a serious problem for them? They would be considered legally deaf on Betelgeuse. Stuart, our producer, says we have to re-record track 9. Shit.

An embarassment of itches

I'm sitting in the back of The Green Muse - a snippy Austin coffee shop trying to channel the Amsterdam Coffeehaus mystique that actually doesn't even exist in Amsterdam. There is a mariachi band outside playing a version of La Bamba entitled Para Votar Obama. I'm going to throw up.