today marks the first anniversary of this blogsite. hooray for me. i'd like to thank everyone who has been a part of it. the archives (which are now in duplicate, at least much of the time, because i don't trust them and i feel better with a backup) are ready and willing to lead you on a wild and wonderful tour of reminced's one-year history. all the way back to my first post, which is still perhaps my shortest ever.

in the scrabble game i'm playing now: i've been holding on to the blank for five or six turns now, and i finally just laid down what i was sure was a valid bingo, FLATLINe* through an n. my opponent, "ow3n," who i'm almost positive is consulting a dictionary (so far he's laid down "phage," "agon," and "otic," which seem a bit suspicious to me), challenged, and it turned out to be a phony in scrabble-ese, even though it's an incontestable word in english (anyone disagree here?) right after that, i realized i could have played F(e)LLATI(o), given either a free o or a free e. wouldn't you know it, ow3n lays down an annoying useless bingo, FlOORING, which blocks my access to a beautiful open e. rrgh. with my luck, "fellatio" was probably removed from the ospd anyway, to make it more "family-friendly."

speaking of fellatio (which isn't as much fun), last night i downloaded (no, not that) (prompted by a recent comment to my post about the cornershop concert back in may by a member of one of the opening bands, who corrected me on the number of his band's name, which i came across while looking for indications as to the progression of my emotions regarding my boyfriendship to facilitate matters in an email exchange with my exgirlfriend) an mp3 of "the chelsea hotel oral sex song," performed by jeff lewis, which i heard that night. the recording of it is just simple guitar and voice. i'm thinking about doing a remix of it (in the way that lately i'm thinking of doing remixes of things.) i think it would work well as a trance tune; jeff's scratchy sing-song talking blues voice would be a refreshing change from the indistinguishable diva vocals that usually sit atop trance tracks.

today was mostly bizness as usual (br-lunch at demo's, cranking in the studio all afternoon and evening - i should mention that the track we're currently working on, which is by slam revolution, shif's group, is probably my favorite thus far, a very bumping tune - -that's what danny and ben are working on; i mostly do other things on my computer, such as automate the threshold of a de-esser plug-in on a protools file of inflight opening for the displan - and thrown together dinner - in this case, teriyaki faux-chicken strips with rice, peas, and dumplings.) two rather amusing episodes though:

in the morning, two young fellows (at least one of them fresh out of high school) in matching light blue dress shirts, jeans, and ties, with cornrows, huge rings, gold teeth, and thick accents (one from queens, one southern), showed up at our door. they were selling magazine subscriptions. one of them (who was from memphis) had a pet iguana, a little bugger about six inches long, on a leash. he claimed it was a leash, but it looked more like a lanyard sort of jerry-rigged to function poorly as a leash. the lizard escaped two or three times while we sat on the porch talking to them, slipped out of his harness and had to be recaptured. so dan brought out a cat leash, made of blue nylon ribbing, and fashioned it into a tiny harness. of course, when we slipped it on the iguana, it was so tight that he couldn't move his front legs. well anyway. we bought some magazines (vibe and wired) and chatted with them and gave them some coke. so hopefully they didn't scam us.

dan e-mailed me about a club d'elph show happening this evening. club d'elph is a band which sometimes (as tonight) includes john medeski, as well as a bunch of guys dan knows - especially brahim, who played on the two morrocan projects he recorded. so we went to go see them, but the show turned out to be sold out. we went in to talk to the bouncers and they said they weren't letting anyone else in. five minutes later we were inside, up in the front with all the dancin' hippie girls.

what happened was: we talked to some people who were leaving the club. they didn't have ticket stubs, but they gave us their orange "non-reusable" wristbands. we went over to talk to benny, who was at a dance club down the street. we wanted to change our appearance, since the guys at the door had just seen us. so dan traded his red t-shirt and blue shades for benny's hilarious testament t-shirt and kangol hat. i turned my 'srn shirt around and messed up my hair. we put on the wristbands (which took a bit of doing) and walked right in. cool. that's only like my tenth free show of the summer.

good companions, when it's this stupid late (don't let me fool y'all, it's 3:49 am now):
medeski martin and wood's second album
steve reich, "music for 18 musicians"
the new deal.

look down, i'm gonna write some more.

dah-dat-dat-dat-dah-yah-dah-dah-dah
call the police

(that's the nat cole sample i made and have been playing around with today.)