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End your summer on a high note: go yachting!

Monday, September 8th, 2008

Recently, you’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, naked, alarmed and sweaty, standing upright on the matress, with the sheets twisting from the foot of the bed all the way around your ankles… with the sweet taste of some classy bourbon wreathing from the back of your throat…  And when this has happened, you’ve also been squinting your crusty little eyes and asking, “What is Lime Colony doing these days?  Why don’t they talk to me anymore?”

Here are some answers.  Lime Colony has been recording music.  Lime Colony has also been learning on the fly, and striving for perfection.  And so sometimes the old music has been utterly scrapped, and recorded again from the start.  Fresh. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things are looking up, though.  One song is almost complete; we’ve acquired a cello; I finished my bag of buffalo-flavored pretzel bits Earl hated so much; Colin made great headway with Bioshock, and even greater headway with his proficiency in new latin-based rhythms on the drums; Earl got a new shirt from Woot (it’s a funny one, but it would be hard to explain right here (and while i could also just put a picture up, that would spoil the mystery and also infringe too much on Earl’s privacy)); and we’ve spent a few weeks here and there on our band yacht just lounging in the sun sharing old war stories, which has been a nice way to finish out the summer.

Here’s a private picture I found of Earl, in our private recording space working on a track:

Sorry the updates have been so slow.  If all goes well, maybe our next post will feature a cut off our new album.

This one is for all you new subscribers to the RSS feed.  Thanks for reading.

Tuesday Rock Face

Friday, August 1st, 2008

The Show

(Dialogue done in classic “Movie Previews Guy” voice)

“A pulse emanated from the Utah on Tuesday night…”

*bass hit, folky yet eerie music*

“A pulse so strong it could not be ignored…”

*double bass hit, music building to crescendo*

“All who came near knew one thing…”

*music drops out suddenly, bright flash*

“Maisy… was going to get burned…”

(Like this. But with fire instead.)

“…also, there is an absolutely bitchin’ deal on Pabst during happy hour, and the mac ‘n’ cheese isn’t half bad. Just tossing that out there in case anyone is buying…”

Alright, so I don’t write movie scripts, but those of you who were there know what happened. The collaborative trio otherwise known as Lime Colony, came, saw, got lost and confused in that back hallway next to the stage, got some directions and a fresh beer, and subsequently conquered using an energetic set and the support of an awesome group of friends, family and one or two sexual deviants.

For those who were there, you guys rocked, thank you for coming. We love you all in extremely platonic fashion, and I think we all feel extremely fortunate to have people like you around. For those who couldn’t make it, I feel like I need to toss on “End of the Road” by Boyz II Men and cry into my goose-down pillow about the sweet, sweet interplanetary music love we used to share.

-This CD is the key to fixing my broken heart...

(These men heal my soul. Except the dude with glasses. I can’t tell what he’s looking at.)

Or we will hopefully catch you at the next show. Whatever sounds less dramatic to you.

But really, the show was a big hit, we had a LOT of fun, and none of us can wait to get back out there and play some more tunes. In the interim, we’ll be heading to our super duper NEWWWWWWWW practice/recording/existential space of reflection in the Mission to start recording and fine tuning and hiding beer behind loose wall panels. That’s right Mom and Dad, no more mid-20′s garage band!

(We were like this. But less cool.)

Please do stay tuned, and we will provide as many updates to this process as possible, including future show dates, where we’re at in recording, how long Earl’s facial hair is and whether or not Tim gets drunk enough to wear his new cowboy boots with boxers and a flannel shirt. Horrifying.

Colin’s Corner

This is a little section where I say something foolish, or talk about things that may or may not have anything to do with the band. It’s a lot like those times that I stand up during the show and mumble things into the mic before Tim can stop me. It’s fun. Moving forward…

So every now and then you run across another blog/website and see some stuff that makes you laugh. I ran across such a place recently, the name of which will not be presented insomuch as the name itself is a bit offensive. If you’re curious, ask me at the next show. At any rate, the gist of the site is to show toolbags/meatheads/beef-rods posing in such asinine, moronic ways, that you could not possibly add more shame to the massive shame-pile they have heaped on themselves. To illustrate the topic, please examine the following:

(What in THE hell is wrong with their lips.)

That’s not pre-fab, and it isn’t a joke. These guys think this looks good. They’re also from one of the most horrible states in the union as far as any sort of taste goes (I’ll give you a hint: The Sopranos).

*Shudder*

More posts to come.

Cee-Ruggs

An update

Wednesday, May 7th, 2008

Hello Internet!

As you are probably aware, we have rolled out site v3.0. Site v1 was based on scanned images of scribbles, was composed of tables, and was annoying to update with news, etc. Site v2 was an experiment in CSS. It was more aesthetically pleasing, and it satisfied the webrus who bemoaned the table structure of v1.

Which brings us to v3. After a little experimentation and small bit of time, we have settled on this format. As you can see, it’s more in the style of a blog, and with good reason. We want our listeners not only to hear the music, but to know the Colony. We are you.

We will periodically be posting news, ramblings, music thoughts, reviews, and cetera. And, what’s more, we have an RSS feed, so you can now add us to your favorite reed reader so you know just when we’ve spoken. It’s a good system.

So, in conclusion, we hope you enjoy the site and our musings, and we hope you will love us, as we love you.

Bongo Player and the Sucky Drum Solo

Tuesday, May 6th, 2008

Hi.

Do you want to hear a bada** bongo solo from a guy who is all about the fem-fan action (see below)??

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No.

You don’t.

No one does.

Which brings me to the point of this post. An issue so controversial and thought-provoking that you almost want to finish this sentence, but have probably decided to hit the back button on your mouse to go browse pictures of lolcats or google search “epic fail”. But that’s neither here nor there. If you HAVE made it this far, here’s the bottom line, from a guy who pretends to be someone who resembles something like a drummer: Drum solos suck.

Almost all of them.

That’s not to say it doesn’t take a tremendous amount of talent, skill and practice, it’s just that they are loud, long, harmful to the rhythm of the song and, above all, spectacularly boring. Lets take, for example, Neil Peart’s “Yyz” solo from one of Rush’s live performances. The guy is amazing, tearing around the drum kit like you read about, and the only thing I can think about is: Maybe there’s enough time to hit the head real quick… The only parts that are remotely enjoyable are the sections where an actual beat appears to sneak out of the 16th note triplet tom fills, and then *poof* it disappears beneath a two-semester snare roll. It takes unbelievable ability, but does it add to the musical experience?

As another option, I think providing a solid, unique beat, with appropriate fills and variation provides a much richer musical experience, and puts the drums in a position to act as the backbone and pulse of the band. An example of this would be Danny Carey, or “Jesus Christ” as he is known around my apartment. The drummer from Tool composes incredible beats based on rock, jazz and even tabla, provides perfectly phrased fills at appropriate times, and does not indulge in wanky drum solos.

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Danny Carey would pwn your face. And probably your family’s faces. And your dog. 

To that effect, no musician in Tool ever really does a solo, live or on record. Does this detract from their music. I think I would personally offer a resounding “F_ _ _ no!”, as I think Tool is easily the greatest modern rock band in existence. I might be biased though… Fan or no, it would be difficult to argue that their composition and dynamics are wounded in any way by the absence of a drum (or any other) solo.

So I guess my real point is that liking how Danny Carey drums won’t affect your desire to see more lolcat pictures.

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