Monday, March 31, 2003
A-holes: we spent the weekend in the studio recording; we did this for you, so stop complaining about the fact that we stood you up on that lunch date Saturday, or that dinner date Sunday, or that meet-n-greet Sunday afternoon, or that meet-n-greet on Saturday afternoon or evening, or whatever particular appointment/romantic getaway we had scheduled with you and then missed. We did it for you, this recording! You personally! So take a different tack! Take the one known as Gratitude! Run with it! Head straight for the End Zone with Gratitude!

But look, though, it's not like we don't feel a little rotten about standing you up. We're not exactly despondent but we do feel a little rotten, so here're some of what you and your generation love more than drugs and sex with models: web pics. Forthwith:



Chris and Destro were the first to arrive at the studio; they quickly set about laying down the bass tracks for the extremely hip new album.




Twenty minutes later, bass recording for the album completely finished, Chris took a seat, and so did Destro; that's Destro's leg in the bottom of the frame; even Destro wears All-Stars.



Destro went ahead and set up the drums; the ones that would be played on the white-hot new WAS album, as yet untitled. He put that white tape square on the snare drum to act as a landing pad for his small helicopter, but then he dropped the drum-sticks in the landing area and he's too small to move them, too weak. He's like this tall, roughly:

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Michael finally came strolling in engrossed in a conversation with Russel Crowe. This image was captured as MT went over some basic lovemaking tips with Mr. Crowe. Mr. Crowe swears that Michael's tips are the reason he's famous. The reason Mr. Crowe's famous, that is -- Michael's famous primarily because he was the first to prove that dolphins aren't the gentle comrades we'd always taken them for:






His $5000/hr consultation with The Gladiator complete, MT drank a potion to make him drum faster.




This still from Blair Witch reveals why Michael's character was really left on the cutting-room floor: it wasn't politics, as a nation of fans heatedly alleged -- the fact is Michael just didn't look very scared. His character was a beacon of calm in the middle of a movie that demanded its characters to lose their shit from fear.



Keith arrived and set about stringing. Destro forbade him to sit on the couch, but he did anyway. Destro grumbled all day about this. He wondered aloud whether he actually had any authority with us.




Paolo, our italianate production professional, finally dragged his ass in and was ushered immediately to his seat by an impatient and incontinent Destro.




Michael burned through the drum tracks; this expression he wore the whole time, impressing everyone.




The boys warmed up their pipes with several cantos of gregorian chant; these will be available as b-sides.




Keith couldn't believe some of the shit he was hearing; he spent much of Sunday trying to get a Spin correspondent to come over and bear witness. They didn't send anybody, but word somehow got out and a lady from Men's Health showed up and shot Michael for the cover (beach scene, MT emerging from surf).

We've still got 5 or 6 days of recording/mixing ahead of us, but there's a general feeling that things are going well. Destro, as usual, provided the most quotable assay of group sentiment in his gravelly, intelligent baritone: "Everyone has done a goddamn great job thus far, and has cause to be proud. But beware complacency; they brought me in on Mariah Carey's last project and that was looking absolutely great on day two and then, by the end of it, we collectively realized that we had put a real shit-hammer in record stores. And we were ashamed of that."


Wednesday, March 19, 2003
FANatics: we need your help. We value your opinion, so we wouldn't think of making a decision about our new look without your input. That's right, WAS will be shifting to a whole new look over the next few weeks and days and even hours. Please peruse the dozen-or-so options we're considering and shoot us an email explaining which look you like best for us and why. We will weigh your arguments judiciously, then get the appropriate hairdos, shirts, pants, and, obviously, shoes and hats. (In many cases we will also have to acquire what are commonly referred to by the kids as "jowls".) Here, then, are those looks.


Friday, March 14, 2003
Children of the corn:

It has been an action-packed couple of weeks, people, and we're NOT just referring to the War on Terrorism (). There was the Omnilab show with The Nighties (BOOYAH!) and Slips w/ Scissors (BOOYAH!); there was the show at fair Luna Lounge (BOOYAH!); there was the theatric release of Tears of the Sun (Argh!) and An Afternoon with Steve Martin (Gyaah!); there was the discovery by Keith and Chris that now available on DVD is a film called Dog Soldiers, in which a squad of Army rangers plunge deep into the Washington wilderness for a weekend of war games then discover two other ranger units WHO HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTERED BY A PACK OF WEREWOLVES (the eponymous "Dog Soldiers"). The rangers spend the weekend engaged in a battle FAR DEADLIER than they were expecting. So yeah, we saw that DVD at Kim's in the village, and we really wanted it, but it was $16.95, and between the two of us Keith and I only had a couple hun, and we'd be damned if we were going to pay $16.95 for Dog Soldiers. We swim now each of us in a river of regret.

WAS has been spending a lot of time practicing and fine-tuning several songs in preparation for our April 1st /2nd recording session with MotherWest records, which will feature Mr. Paolo DeGregorio as the token italianate producer. Check out some of Paolo's stuff here. We're shooting for 5 or 6 songs on the e.p., and we're hoping to have copies available in May. A tracklist is forthcoming (Keith and Michael can't seem to settle their disagreement over whether to include our 'Hey Jealousy' cover or our 'Mr. Jones' cover; I'm asking for a whole Cat Power-style covers record with both of those plus 'O.P.P.', 'Round Midnight', and Kenny Loggins's 'Danger Zone').

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