The Mai Mine Journey Part 1
The fighters of the Mai Mine temple united in the stoney forest of Shuistaff. From there they realized the main path to the promised land had been severed because of wagon accidents. A solution was needed. A grueling detour til sunset landed the fighters in Las Vegas, amidst a morning rush of sin city slickers. Whoopi Goldberg was on the wavelengths to help zombies become enraged humans ready to bear the zombie like conditions of dealing cards for problem gamblers that like to have their egss and bacon with a side of chips and a few winning hands. From there, the road was another 9 hours long. 15 to 16 hours in total length. Starting from 11 at night til about 3 in the afternoon. Non stop. Only stopping for gas and urination. I, the night watchmen, only had one hour of sleep. The demons were about to come in full force.
We arrived in Oakland, CA. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. We vowed to return one day. And we will. We lodged ourselves down the street from the bay. We were stoked, not tired. We met with the master himself, "Dyin'." Everything was fine until sun set. It was St. Patty's Day. We had a few gin drinks before the sleeplessness and booze went straight to our heads at the same moment. It was considered a good idea to walk downtown and catch a subway train to Berkley. I obtained a new weapon in my arsenal, one I had toyed with back at home with "Rake." Now my two mighty axes were equipped with a Big Muff, Chromatic Tuner, and now the Multiplexer Sub-Octave. These weapons were going to do serious damage.
Day 1:
We pounded out "Arson's" drums and got to a few over dubs, finishing 4 songs minus vocals. We watched TV. CourtTv's new image TruTv; it's the best channel ever.
Day 2:
Finished the drums on the last of the songs. Finished "Race's" overdubs. Went shopping for sex toys for our lovely ladies back in pee-pee deserts. Romantic. Sexy. Thoughtful. Good idea? We thought so. I broke our recording engineer's glasses in a bro hug moment. I'm sure he wants to record us again and mix and master us well to his best abilities after that one.
Day 3:
Ate soul food for breakfast. Formerly titled "Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles," now just chicken and waffles, which is what I had for breakfast with a side of grits. I proceeded to "shart" my pants in an attempt to wake the man-cub-beast "Arson." Now, "Hudson Hawk" and I finish our overdubs.
To be continued...
We arrived in Oakland, CA. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. We vowed to return one day. And we will. We lodged ourselves down the street from the bay. We were stoked, not tired. We met with the master himself, "Dyin'." Everything was fine until sun set. It was St. Patty's Day. We had a few gin drinks before the sleeplessness and booze went straight to our heads at the same moment. It was considered a good idea to walk downtown and catch a subway train to Berkley. I obtained a new weapon in my arsenal, one I had toyed with back at home with "Rake." Now my two mighty axes were equipped with a Big Muff, Chromatic Tuner, and now the Multiplexer Sub-Octave. These weapons were going to do serious damage.
Day 1:
We pounded out "Arson's" drums and got to a few over dubs, finishing 4 songs minus vocals. We watched TV. CourtTv's new image TruTv; it's the best channel ever.
Day 2:
Finished the drums on the last of the songs. Finished "Race's" overdubs. Went shopping for sex toys for our lovely ladies back in pee-pee deserts. Romantic. Sexy. Thoughtful. Good idea? We thought so. I broke our recording engineer's glasses in a bro hug moment. I'm sure he wants to record us again and mix and master us well to his best abilities after that one.
Day 3:
Ate soul food for breakfast. Formerly titled "Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles," now just chicken and waffles, which is what I had for breakfast with a side of grits. I proceeded to "shart" my pants in an attempt to wake the man-cub-beast "Arson." Now, "Hudson Hawk" and I finish our overdubs.
To be continued...