I played bass (incognito) at a Misfits cover show this past Friday. I’ve basically only been in the studio for the past while, so it was fun to get back out on the boards.
-going onstage at 2am means everyone’s loaded.
-everyone being loaded means it doesn’t matter if we’re great or we suck…they’re gonna love those old Misfits’ tunes either way.
-I put a lot of thought into my bass sound for the evening. Brought my high quality instrument and rig. Show up, the sound guy says I have to plug into the on-stage rig as it’s already set up to go. The lesson for Kevin: be adaptable.
-at 2am no one wants to wait for me to poke around, setting up gear for half an hour. They want us to plug and play. Point taken.
-working under crappy sound conditions means you’ve gotta keep eye contact with the other players. Couldn’t hear the bass drum but needed to lock with it. Next best thing was keeping my eyes glued to the drum itself. You gotta do what you gotta do!
So I was in Ottawa for a wedding last week, my version of a vacation.
And I got to drive a Bentley! Which model? Who cares? Don’t ask me shit like that, I have no idea. The one with a steering wheel and seats. Oh and butt massagers. It belonged to a family friend who offered it as the wedding car.
Let me just say: the thing was a race car with comfy seats. I left the wedding (with bride and groom in tow), drove it in front of the Prime Minister’s residence, and could barely keep the damned thing on the road. I was thinking “man, the speed limit here is too high. You can’t do 60 and expect to not to hit the sidewalk.” Only later did I realize it was an American car and I was doing 60 miles an hour in a 60KPH zone. Here’s me, frigging flying past the redcoats who guard the Governor General’s house, cop cars all over the neighbourhood. The bride goes “um, Kevin…I keep hitting my head on the window.”
I can’t believe I didn’t get a shitknocking from the cops.
After we had the pictures done I took it back into the downtown core, which was an exercise in caution. There was no way I’m paying for repairs because I plowed it through a phonebooth or something (which actually still exist in Ottawa).
Anyway the moral of the story is the Bentley was fucking awesome.
Onto more music-y things, I’ve started learning photoshop. I wanted to start doing my own artwork for iTunes and albums and junk. I just find it so much faster and easier to do that crap myself. That’s why I prefer working alone in the studio. It’s quicker to play it myself than to teach someone the parts, have them argue about the tone, have their phone going off, yadda yadda yadda pain in the ass no thanks.
Anyway here’s the new cover photo on The Complete’s Facebook page (which is a modified version of the upcoming “Tomorrow” artwork).
Hey, when you’re an independent musician you get total control over things like that. Might as well own it.
Here’s to DIY!
Oh yeah, so after I got back from the mainland I took 2 weeks off from the gym… and let me just say, I feel like a hooker after the navy left. I’d been pretty good for most of the year about staying in shape and I just wanted to pig out and be lazy for a couple of weeks. Not gonna lie, it was awesome at first…until the gut rumbling began. So le sigh, it’s been fun chocolate bars…but you give me the unholy shits.
I’ve decided to start doing some of the necessary photography and artwork “in-house”. It’s faster if I can do it myself rather than wait for some photographer to get back to my emails/lose the pictures they took of me/say they’ll have them ready in a week but really mean 3. Photographers are as wonky as musicians.
Anyway, here’s my first crack at it:
Check out “Waiting For You”.