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General Fuzz

New World

I was presented with a very nice gift this morning from Jobob.

5 Things

Healing is coming right along. We went to Macy's to get some new bra's. After I was rejected from the women's changing rooms, we had customer service cordon off our own private waiting room complete with very helpful sales lady who gathered bra's and was full of sage advice. I've become far more adept at putting bra's on/off a person and then attaching them neatly on their hangers. Cotton, underwire, tan - a whole new world was opened up to me.

Anywho, Gail memed me to disclose 5 things about me:

1. I love Fiji water bottles. They are incredibly durable, and I re-use them countless times. They are structurally far superior to every other water bottle. They are like little Nalagie bottles that I can lose/recycle without guilt. My naughty little secret is that I actually love the Fiji water - my favorite thing is when I get a new bottle.

2. I do a lot of my best thinking while lying on the floor. Since I work at home quite a bit, this I avoid the awkward work scenarios. People often take my behavior with a grain of salt, so it hasn't been too bad when it happens at the workplace.

3. In college I introduced myself as "Mr. Messy", and many people called me "Mess". What's lesser known is that when I was younger and went away to summer camp, I told everyone my name was "Trev." I've been very successful at self imposing a nickname.

4. I enjoy stacking things, like coins or poker chips. If given a huge container of change, I will happily sort it out into neat little piles.

5. I once saw Yanni in concert mid high school. I went with Stina, no less, at her urging. It must of been like '92. The thing is, is that I really enjoyed it. Middle aged women shouted out "I love you Yanni!" in between songs. He was cheese through and through, but cheese sounded good with an full orchestra.

I now tag PVitty and Keri. Ignore at will.

Fusion

The Kahvi collective is an amazing net label dedicated to sharing high quality mostly downtempo non-vocal electronica. I've been listening to their releases for the past year or so, and I've discovered some real gems along the way. At the end of last year I released a compilation album of tracks spanning my four albums on Kahvi named "Red Balloon."

DJ Polaski creates seamless mixes of electronica tracks. He's released a number of Trance mixes which get played on mega internet radio di.fm. Over time, he has become more focused on making mid to downtempo mixes, and has become the resident DJ on the Kahvi collective. He and I have become friends through much internet banter, and he then surprised me by making a seamless mix of my tracks which clocked in at over an hour, full of clever interplay between the tracks. Now this is no simple task. My songs are not meant to mixed that way - each track is really an island onto itself - and it took an intense amount of work and creativity to make this happen. He sent me the mix, and I was really touched. After taking it in, I felt there was some room for improvement, and since he uses the same tool I do to create tracks (Ableton Live), I had him send me the project file and made some changes. Then we went back and forth a couple times on the project, tightening the mix and learning different techniques from each other. It was a really fun process.

So now I'm psyched to release "Fusion", a 65 minute seamless mix of General Fuzz tracks.



Download it here.

The Healing Has Begun

Well, its been 4 days since the surgery, and each day has been better then the previous. She's now slowly moving around, and becoming desperate to take a peek at the new goods. TV has been our good friend. It was great and terribly helpful having Mama Rudden around. She's taking off tomorrow morning, and we're sad to see her go.

Pre surgery:

A couple hours after:



Stina sends her love to everyone, and thanks for all the support. Be sure to tell her how sexy she looks next time you see her.

From the waiting room

After a nice restless night, a couple of delirious morning laughs, we headed into UCSF hospital first thing in the morning. Stina was duly marked, poked with a IV, and was rolled off behind the big metal doors.

I just talked with the surgeon, and apparently the great hooter reduction of '08 was a smashing success. Stina is now in the post op area, and will be moved into recovery in a couple hours. She'll spend the night here and go home tomorrow. My mocha tastes a little sweeter right now.

The most surprisingly thing about UCSF is that the main waiting room features a harpist. Well, at least it does today. You haven't lived till you've heard gangsters paradise on a harp.

We'll (me + Stina's mom) get to see her when she's in recovery.

Dr. Doug

Dr. Doug came out for one his intense long weekend jaunts. It pushed the boundaries of gastronomically excessive, creeping into slightly punishing. We kicked the whole thing off with a shameful pleasure of mine - lunch at the Olive Garden. Later there was a fierce battle for supremacy between the insane Korean BBQ dinner and the Berkeley Thai Temple breakfast on Sunday. We managed to trek all over the city, Doug always having at least one hand on his trusty camera.
I even dragged him out to see Tea Leaf Green at the Fillmore on leap day.

We made a concession to nature and cruised up to Muir woods.



(Quality shots courtesy of DBK)

It was a great, rather packed time. Next up, Micha and Kelly . . . .