Wednesday is Sunday at Beadboard Manor
Now that my class schedule has really kicked in, my week is feeling a little schizophrenic. I have class Monday and Wednesday at 7:40 AM, and a Tuesday lab from 11 AM to 2 AM. Add to that the fact that I had band practice Monday night (PCMA, here, low pressure) and Tuesday night (Floyd/Not Floyd, NYC high pressure), and you may understand why when class let out this morning at a quarter to 9, I felt a sudden sense of decompression. And it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all, given how much info I've been trying to cram in to my brain over the last - jeez, has it only been ten days, already?
So, feeling footloose and fancy free today, and having been on top of all of my work-work (doing it mostly over the weekend and at night), I was able to put some time today towards two outstanding comics projects. One was the final (and now approved) draft of the layout for Kalliope's comic, which is going over to the print house tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on the remaining oomph I have in me tonight. The other was a single page sketchbook>Comic Life layout for a music pub that I'm doing a strip for. Since everyone who reads the Rambler has no doubt already seen the draft - as I sent it to a few friends for feedback - I won't bother posting it here. Which is good, because based on the last round of KPMG comics, I think the 'Don't Blog About PCMA' rule holds for my unfinished comics work, as well.
And seeing as how I now have the rest of my week kind of sort of free - there still is homework and my virtual class to contend with - I'm relaxing a little. Internet porn all around, I say!
Speaking of Floyd/Not Floyd, my (supposedly) final show with the band will be next Thursday night - I'll post more specific info as the day approaches, but any Floyd fans might want to come out for this one, since we're doing all of Animals. Maybe it's not quite as esoteric as the time Copper Man did all of Meddle, but it's still kind of an out of the way album when compared with the juggernauts it was wedged between, being Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, and The Wall. The show is downtown at a place called the Underscore. More info as it arrives. In the meantime, feel free to listen to Copper Man's rendition of Echoes* from 2005, still something I consider a nice high point of my life - except for the vocals, which I'd swear sounded better in the room than on the desk mix.
And heck, if you're in an archive mood, feel free to revisit my lengthy-yet-shallow reviews of Animals (part 1, part 2), Dark Side (part 1, part 2), and The Wall (part 1, as yet unfinished), part of my response to Pitchfork's lame review of the Floyd album reissue back in November. I know my series has stalled, and it will be completed. You all can understand that I find it hard to dedicate time to writing about Floyd while also playing all of their music in a tribute band?
D.
*Copper Man Mark VII line up: Me, keys; Edz O'Leary, drums; Bran Lancourt, bass; Ansley Lancourt, rhythm & lead guitar, vox; Eric Santaniello, lead guitar.
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I'd be remiss if I didn't observe this date in some way. The forming tradition seems to be observing four moments of silence. Observe and reflect, as you will, and remember that you are allowed to interpret the meaning of this day in 2001 and every day that followed in any way you choose.
So, feeling footloose and fancy free today, and having been on top of all of my work-work (doing it mostly over the weekend and at night), I was able to put some time today towards two outstanding comics projects. One was the final (and now approved) draft of the layout for Kalliope's comic, which is going over to the print house tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on the remaining oomph I have in me tonight. The other was a single page sketchbook>Comic Life layout for a music pub that I'm doing a strip for. Since everyone who reads the Rambler has no doubt already seen the draft - as I sent it to a few friends for feedback - I won't bother posting it here. Which is good, because based on the last round of KPMG comics, I think the 'Don't Blog About PCMA' rule holds for my unfinished comics work, as well.
And seeing as how I now have the rest of my week kind of sort of free - there still is homework and my virtual class to contend with - I'm relaxing a little. Internet porn all around, I say!
Speaking of Floyd/Not Floyd, my (supposedly) final show with the band will be next Thursday night - I'll post more specific info as the day approaches, but any Floyd fans might want to come out for this one, since we're doing all of Animals. Maybe it's not quite as esoteric as the time Copper Man did all of Meddle, but it's still kind of an out of the way album when compared with the juggernauts it was wedged between, being Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, and The Wall. The show is downtown at a place called the Underscore. More info as it arrives. In the meantime, feel free to listen to Copper Man's rendition of Echoes* from 2005, still something I consider a nice high point of my life - except for the vocals, which I'd swear sounded better in the room than on the desk mix.
And heck, if you're in an archive mood, feel free to revisit my lengthy-yet-shallow reviews of Animals (part 1, part 2), Dark Side (part 1, part 2), and The Wall (part 1, as yet unfinished), part of my response to Pitchfork's lame review of the Floyd album reissue back in November. I know my series has stalled, and it will be completed. You all can understand that I find it hard to dedicate time to writing about Floyd while also playing all of their music in a tribute band?
D.
*Copper Man Mark VII line up: Me, keys; Edz O'Leary, drums; Bran Lancourt, bass; Ansley Lancourt, rhythm & lead guitar, vox; Eric Santaniello, lead guitar.
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I'd be remiss if I didn't observe this date in some way. The forming tradition seems to be observing four moments of silence. Observe and reflect, as you will, and remember that you are allowed to interpret the meaning of this day in 2001 and every day that followed in any way you choose.
posted by Dave Kopperman | 10:11 PM
7 Comments:
I interpret it as the birthday of one of my favorite little girls ever - born on the fifth anniversary of the tragic events that her mother witnessed firsthand in Lower Manhattan (though this kid was born across the country, in California, where said mother now lives). Which is not to disrespect 2001's events at all - the other thing I do on this date, cheesy though it may be, is repeat my own 9/11/01 story in my head, my own limited experience of that day, so that I remember it all for when my future kids ask.
I thought Wednesday was Sunday at CARVEL!
Don't make me put my Cookie Puss up your Fudgie the Whale...
D.
Wouldn't that be the other way around?...
What's so beautiful about it is that you can say it either way and it sounds JUST AWFUL.
D.
Well, no wonder you're tired. Your Physics Lab is from 7:00 AM to 2:00 AM?
We're learning how to manually move particles around. That shit takes time.
D.
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