Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts

14 October 2010

studio-esque living

the last time comrade williaw was in a studio was over eight years ago to record with kip rainey the brilliantly misunderstood the kids are not ready extended player, which can be heard in all its thrilling extended entirety in the studio-esque lives section of the williwaw sound emporium.

next tuesday, to celebrate the defeat of redcoat Cornwallis, williwaw returns to the studio, the Chem19 studio 2 to be a bit more specific. The plan is to rock, skronk and sassify some tracks for the kids, even if the kids are still not ready for 'em. The bit more specific plans are to record recent stalwarts so-do-mi-la and a hymn for billy hayes live, tidy 'em up, and ship 'em out.

here's to a fruitful session - plums, pears and plucked strings, ahoy!

02 October 2009

chicago is calling, will you accept the charges?

Distance be damned!

On heave-ho hiatus for far too long, beloved comrade williwaw will once again take part in Chicago Calling Cuatro, sending a flurry of zeros and ones through this Series of Tubes to that home so far away from home, Brown Rice, 4432 north kedzie ave, chicago usa, on Friday, 2. October 2009, after 10 pm. That's after 4 am on Saturday for those playing the trans-atlantic version.

The night - tonight, truth be told - is truly a night of stars, no matter what the clouds may think. Making a joyous din will be a true horde of haughty compatriots:
Ritwik Banerji - saxophone
Jimmy Bennington - batterie
Steve Dalanchinsky - poetry (New York City)
Jon Godston - soprano saxophone
Jayve Montgomery - saxophones and percussion
Gregory O’Drobinak - Arc of the Oven
Jim Ryan - kalimba (Oakland)
Michael Staron - bass
Ernesto Sturm Diaz-Infante - bajo sexto (San Francisco)

08 December 2008

the twenty-third film on wayne shorter

If Glenn Gould merits twenty two films, how many does Wayne Shorter merit? Ten? Twelve? A hundred and six? Well, let this bit of bufoonery serve as the first of many hopefully to come, a bit of williwaw playing Shorter's Fall, recorded at brown rice during the ides of autumn, september 15th for all the calendar lovers in the house. the somewhat illegible (d'oh) text are haikus by Richard Wright; the more legible visuals are a train trip in Zürich.