Thursday, January 20, 2011
I figured out the next concept record i want to do. I'm going to produce and record other musicians on it. And it'll have a theme. I was thinking a lot about menudo-ee boy bands and the fabrication. I like songwriting, recording and video direction, and photography so it'll be fun to do all aspects of it.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I've been thinking so much about custom made as opposed to mass produced. Suits look better on the fellas when they are made for their unique body. Shoulder pads and fussy patterns are just disguising the bad fit. i say- no more shoulder pads. unless you're filming a flock of seagulls video, there's no need to take that shit into your regular wardrobe. take the foam and make a pillow.
And people don't need ten suits. maybe three tops. winter summer and formal.
and no patterned shirts or ties. for the love of god.
let your personality be the pattern.
how about this, instead of hunting for a car that matches your needs- you just design your own. no problem finding that in the lot now, cause no one else has that car.
Custom made. no more malls. no more trucking and storage. just what you need and nothing else.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
now the opening sequence to the live habs game is all heavy metal sounding and the coach bums out the slideshow in the middle. it reads like fox, fox, fox, coach, fox fox. i prefer the heartbeat theme from before with just the players. . you can't take maxim to disneyland and expect the fans to buy your crappy testosterone re-packaging nightmare, ... watching the opening sequence was like watching a molson's ad. having said that, i will focus my affection on cammilleri since the cutest guy in the world is moving to cali.
There should be a parallel professional hockey league where players never get traded. and where the rink is mic'd and there's no announcer. and there's a real pipe organ.
There should be a parallel professional hockey league where players never get traded. and where the rink is mic'd and there's no announcer. and there's a real pipe organ.
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