Finished on 2006.07.21, but the Gibson was down at the time, so info and track data posting was put off until now.

Canned is a six track, 15:11 EP full of beat-heavy, fast-paced PPAC crunch-crunch. The tracks that go thud!

1. Yib : Hyperspeed mega-man technoindustrial. My favorite track on the EP - short and catchy. Edits of several Garageband dance and 80s beats.

2. Pisspower (Morse Mix) : Pisspowerasschrist in Morse Code format ( .--. .. ... ... .--. --- .-- . .-. .- ... ... -.-. .... .-. .. ... - ) - short higher beats for shorts, slightly longer lower beats for longs. Jungly.

3. Screwed : The cube isn't working. Techno-heavy technoindustrial with samples of Blakes 7 and The Last Starfighter.

4. Warp Rattler : Channel-sensitive morse code positional check (left-right-center) followed by the Konami Code (also in morse) transitioning into beats. Warp Rattler is what Konami decided to call the Vic Viper in the original NES port of Gradius.

5. Waste Station : Fecal matter shall be removed a minimum of fifty feet from the waste station. The mandatory Poop Track, fast-paced jungle-industrial bookened by Tour Of Duty samples. Go go Sargeant Anderson!

6. Sump : Slower (for this EP) marching-beat slurp-drone built on top of a sample of a splurting basement drainage pipe at the workplace. Acoustically, Sump sits between the flavor of Canned and the traditional PPAC feel.

As usual, email for the mp3s, etc.

The next album will be titled A Proper Assraping. I already have a couple of tracks completed: the album is shaping up to be bucketloads of remixes and noise.

ph34r.

Today in history :

105:25:38 Aldrin: Roger. This is the LM pilot. I'd like to take this opportunity to ask every person listening in, whoever and wherever they may be, to pause for a moment and contemplate the events of the past few hours and to give thanks in his or her own way. Over.

Chris Smith's own personal Ohl.

Image posted with permission.

I got cut off at the bar last night, after a lengthy run of DCR writing - Dave handed me my debit card and the receipt and said "You're done." I wasn't that slammed, but I was there quite a bit later than usual.

This afternoon, my sister found color laser copies of the first dozen or so pages of ATC, which had been made in the summer of 2003 for my then-future-and-now-past roommate Ben. These pages had been languishing in a polybag at a location neither of us lived at for a couple of years.

DCR writing deadlock + Booze cutoff + ATC pages on doorstep == time to get back to work.

Andy got bored recently and made this hilarious loop of bda.

The DCR comic now has comment logic, so you can now tell me to get my ass back on ATC with todays strip and all future entries.

And speaking of ATC, the Chapter Six cover is up, and the scheduled-for-deletion wikipedia entry has been sucked into comixpedia. Comic production resumes in August, which is when I'm assuming the animation I'm doing for work will be finished.

Oh, and I'm working on new PISSPOWERASSCHRIST tracks (three so far) and DCR instead of drawing porn. So life is, like, good. Or something.

Ten tracks totalling an hour and almost five minutes. The first track was titled by Esch, the rest of them are either anagrams or bits of fagbot's database or - in the mirrorshades cases - the actual web site names.

Anticlever is another "concept" album - in this case, feeding various bits of my web presence (plus bda and kitten for shits and giggles) into The Worlds Largest Band, then editing the resulting midi files in Garageband. Sometimes they get chopped up a lot, sometimes they're only modified a smidge. The result is a vaguely ambient album with a distinct acid industrial-jazz flavor, and some bits of it sound pretty sweet.

Since there's no pissing or shitting on the tracks themselves, the album art has been composed from the three photos I recently took of some dude pissing in an alley off of 18th street. I'm sure he'd rather spend his fifteen minutes of fame differently, but hey - the bastard could have just, you know, pissed in an alley that wasn't ten feet off of a major thoroughfare. So.

01. Metric Shitmile : The totally unused PPAC myspace page sounds fairly decent after a few tweaks.

02. The Could Sets In : So does the LOC site. Some BWOMP BWOMP bass under staticy drums and some scraping synth.

03. Volcano Masters Idiot : Slapping around my DA page until it sounds like a fleet of saxaphones throwing up in a meat grinder.

04. Maturity Whorehouse : The PPAC site is deceptively groovy. Who'd'a'thunkit.

05. Overflow : bda's blog is a brief spurt of crunchy, drum-and-bass ambience...

06. Walled City : ...whereas kitten's is a longer, laid back industrial-jazz grind. Go figure.

07. Slow Bunglesome Doom : Mercury will lull you into a trance with whistling drone-clunk.

08. Do These Pants Make My Ass Look Big? : I was pretty surprised when I plopped the Gravicon midi file into garageband and it didn't suck. Aside from the usual instrument and effect reassignments, there's very little additional editing going on here.

09. The Life And Death Of The Chromed Scrotum : DCR. And it sounds like it, too. More editing than the rest of the tracks, approximating a sound that's more in line with what we've come to expect from PPAC. Minus the shitting.

10. Beef Knuckleback Has A Posse : xeno liked the original ATC midi. I thought it was okay, but it sounded nothing like the story.... and neither does this, even after a hell of a lot of edits, tweaks, and hauling in of some existing PPAC loops. It does, however, sound a lot more like PPAC than the rest of the tracks do... borderline Imminent Starvation, after a fashion.

As usual, email for the mp3s, etc.

New logo for the Perl Email Project, commissioned (in that "Hey, I need a logo... got any ideas?" sense of the term) by rjbs on Saturday.

 

Best of the 38 shots I took between Lamar and the Birmingham. I'd have filled up the entire card, but it started raining at 06:21.

Gorgeous.

Another irritating holiday, another !dead city radio to commemorate. I think this one's better than the last... but I've started giving a shit about DCR quality lately, so it's a given that it would suck a bit less.

The real yay for this holiday is not only is it a day off, it also falls on a short work week - since I worked the weekend I've got Friday off. Given the non-event that was Monday, that makes it a two day week, with a good chunk of the staff on vacation. Win!

Context : I thought fireworks were cool until I moved here in 1997. In 1997 and 1998 there were displays for the Regatta (if memory serves), the Fourth, and every. Single. Pirates. Home game. Win or lose. Shitloads of fireworks- in such volume that they got old, got boring, and became background noise. Too much of a good thing, or something.