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Friday, June 2, 2000
Journal Entry
The electrician came over. While he and Mr. Killiam looked at the electricity of the shack, Richard and I cacked the slimey sheetrock slabs into pieces and then loaded them into the vangina. Then all three of us (sans electrician) went to 1 billion pawn shops looking for a nice keyboard for El Michard. Then we went to guitar center and dicked the keyboards there. We all met Bill back at the shack and then Bill, El Gay himself and I went to Carlos' house where we all had a good time culminating with four pass-outs.
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Richard's family van, pictured outside of his college apartment right before we drove it for a crazy Spring Break trip. This tank wouldn't enter into our regular driving fleet until the next year of college, but we did spend a few days in it for hauling things - like disgusting sheetrock slabs on this fine day!
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Super famous, national music store chain, we would go to the one in Fairfax, Virginia. When we were there, the store had a huge acoustic guitar section in the back; electric guitar, bass and amp in the front and keyboards, drums and PAs downstairs.
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The first keyboard Richard used for recordings was this busted up, old Casio. It didn't last too long before it was replaced for good by the summer of the Shack. I believe the only appearance of it on a Bras song was our "My Iron Lung" cover that we had recorded over the recent Christmas break.
This whole electrician visit still confuses me. We definitely had a lamp and a computer on in the recording room since the very first night staying in the Shack. And by now we had practiced several times in the front room. Only Richard had an acoustic instrument so we were definitely all plugged into amps. Therefore, I don't know why this guy showed up.
Actually, if I remember correctly some random dude showed up at the front door one day and kept knocking for a while. I never came out of the recording room and waited for him to leave. When he did, he left some notice tacked onto the front door. Don't remember what that was - maybe it was this guy and this was the next day. Can't remember. Either way, Richard's dad was obviously aware someone was coming over and showed up for this visit.
Up until this point there had been a pile of sheetrock slabs directly in front of the front porch. In fact, we would have to walk on them anytime we wanted to enter or exit the Shack. I'm sure it had rained in these first three weeks so these things were disgustingly wet, coming apart, heavy, and full of bugs. The job of moving them into Richard's dad's van wasn't fun.
Richard had brought his crappy, kid-sized keyboard to the Shack initially, but he was so turned off by it he had never really played it. His dad caught wind of this and demanded to buy him a new instrument, so on our way to dumping the sheetrock off at a junkyard, we stopped at several pawn shops. Each one was more boring and worse than the other and I remember wanting to just go home but couldn't. Richard's dad did buy me lunch so at least that was cool. At one of the pawn shops some crazy employee was showcasing an "awesome" sound one of his keyboards made that he called "Freddy!" Ugh. - Stan