Mar 1, 2014
Feb 9, 2014
Confessor and Loincloth Updates, Plus More Decompositions Studios Images for Enhanced Eyeball Pleasure
On the Loincloth front, Tannon came down from Richmond last weekend so that we could get the ball rolling with a few different ideas. There is a certain kinship that Tannon and I share when we write music together that is always inspiring in a sort of jubilant way neither of us has experienced before. Don't get me wrong! Being excited about a new idea with other people is always the thing that makes playing worthwhile, no matter who it is. Something about the frequency with which Tannon and I find ourselves saying "Oh yeah... This one is going to be a beast!" makes it different. A lot of it has to do with the fact that he and I usually see the same kind of potential in riffs almost right away, and the speed with which we understand each other makes it really easy to rip through little tweaks. We came out of the pressure cooker experience of finishing 'Iron Balls' more attuned to one another's way of thinking, and now we have no problem getting right back to ideas when months have passed since playing together. In short, it's a blast being in Loincloth and Confessor right now and my hope of being able to feed off of each other's energy seems to be kicking up a little. Both bands are totally psyched about new music, and that is a wonderful, wonderful thing indeed.
Jan 26, 2014
Those of you who have followed The Poundry for the last few months are aware that we had been trying to work with our vet and Jasmine to rehabilitate her broken leg since I tripped over her back in June of last year. That's a long damned time! Seven months translated into dog years, with adjustments for Jasmine's size, becomes something like three years of rehab for our sweet little girl. Yikes! Can you imagine that much time with your leg bandaged? That much time hobbling from one pillow to another, waiting for someone to bring you your meals and to carry you outside to use the bathroom? Jasmine had always been a puppy at heart, and her unbridled playfulness probably complicated her recovery at first, and gave us a false sense of progress that made it that much tougher when things started to get more difficult a month ago. We lost Jasmine to pneumonia Tuesday afternoon. That is a loss we will carry with us forever.
Jan 20, 2014
Time, it's one of the two things all of us would like to have more of in order to accomplish the things we fantasize about. The other is of course, money. In a perfect world we all have plenty of time to do whatever we want and no one needs money to provide the basic necessities of life. Our coolness causes everything to work out effortlessly. We are all Ferris Bueller in our own heads. In my head, throngs of people cheer me on everywhere I go. There are tamale trees around every corner, and water fountains flow with the sweet nectar we call iced tea. Not that god awful, bitter leaf juice that sophisticates drink in coffee houses, or that offensively fruity crap that companies try to pass off as a drinkable substitute for real tea. I am talking about the good stuff; sweet, southern iced tea. You can't find it north of Virginia, at any point west of North Carolina or south of South Carolina. The good stuff is found here, in this little beverage oasis the rest of you look down upon, though half of you retire here. In a Sheltopian society, Mexican and Indian food mysteriously appear whenever I begin to feel hungry, and there are no bills to pay. Sounds nice, doesn't it? That's what allows me the time I need to write all of my drum parts for Confessor and Loincloth in that perfect world where album pre-sales always lift your releases to "platinum" status before you even go into the studio. Sadly, here on Earth things are very different.
Dec 25, 2013
I'm not quite sure how it happened but another year has come and gone, and aside from some different aches and pains I feel exactly the same as I have for years... twenty three or so. I may look more homeless than I did last year at this time and my crazy sideburns may be a little nuttier now that they are white than they were when they were still red, but in my heart I'm still excited about what I might do when I grow up. I'm just glad that no matter how old I am people who are a few years older than me still call my "... just a baby". Your concept of 'old' changes as you grow older yourself. I have no problem with that simple, transparent defense mechanism. It's cheaper than blowing your savings on a new Corvette and a fling to make yourself feel young again. Let me take this time to thank any of you who may have ordered a new Corvette for me for Christmas "Thank you! I have never felt so young and vibrant!"
Nov 28, 2013
Every now and then metal dudes and dudettes toss around one of the great, unanswerable questions that has vexed metal scholars for decades. No, not "Who's gonna go to the store for more beer?" but the question of which band was heavier, Black Sabbath or Led Zeppelin. Heavy metal would not exist without Black Sabbath, but Led Zeppelin also had a lot to do with how heavy music took hold in pop culture. Led Zeppelin was one of the biggest rock bands of all time. There are but a few bands I can think of that put "big" into perspective like them. However, the relatively recent acceptance of metal into pop culture has cemented Black Sabbath as one of the most important bands in the evolution of all of rock's sub genres. Black Sabbath's fans are just as fanatical now as they were forty years ago. Both bands affected the trajectory of heavy music as much as any other band I can think of, and both had a vibe that freaked the hell out of people who were not fans of their music. I'm not sure that I can really answer this question in a way that will satisfy everyone, but I can give it a shot. This is probably a volatile topic for a lot of people, so I'll try to be careful.
Oct 30, 2013
I started this blog back in August of last year with the loose idea of sharing my ideas about music and the many things I have learned over the years while playing with some of the coolest dudes, and best friends I've known since I was around twenty years old. Confessor and Loincloth have been huge parts of my life, and I could never truly express how grateful I am to have been able to go down the underground highway ( no pervert, that's a different highway ) with all of the guys who have stepped in and out of those bands. But before I became a drummer I thought I would be some type of visual artist. I met my oldest friend on the first day of eighth grade, and he really nudged me towards exploring the illustrator side of myself that I had only played around with before meeting him. Danny Gallant and I were nearly inseparable for several years, and we were partners in crime together. Because of the joy I got out of spending all night up in my room drawing I applied to a magnet high school here in Raleigh where I met several people who had equally significant impacts on the direction of my life. Phil Swisher helped guide me towards playing an instrument, and Monica and I met on the campus of Enloe High School, becoming the very best of friends, then boyfriend and girlfriend. Jump ahead several years and months of online stalking, and I was finally able to coerce her into marrying me.