Happy New Years

Jan 1, 2019

Hey party people, Happy New Years!

2018 is out and 2019 is here. I’m not going to fill you up with a pile of resolutions or feel good bullshit because I don’t believe in any of that junk. I’ve always been of the cloth that you make change as your life needs it and not because of a date on the calendar.

If I had to wait until January 1st to make changes every year I’d be 20 years behind.

Instead I’m looking forward to a bright 2019. I’ve got a lot cooking, some more public and online like this than others. I’ve wrapped up a lot of old projects and saying goodbye to them not just digitally but in my own personal space / office / workshop where constant reminders of old work and projects slows me down from my future.

The new office/studio space is coming out amazing. Better than expected. I’ll do a full pictorial in another week or two once I’m completed. More acoustic foam is on the way and I can say with certainty the echo is already long gone from this room. Overall a pretty inexpensive project and it looks amazing in here to boot. Win-win.

New Years often brings up the past and how it will relate to your present and/or future. No different for me. I’ve been working on these audio cassettes and micros (posted about them here before too) when a piece of historical gold came through.

I caught a 2 second voicemail from one of my best friends growing up. “Hello Steve, This is Jeremy.”

It haunted me man. Total chills. In a seriously good way too.

I told one of my oldest friends Jeff and he immediately wanted a clip. This was a couple weeks ago. Last night I finally had the time and pulled out that clip, cleaned up the audio, and sent it over to him. My New Years gift to an old friend. Nothing but love and positivity.

There was also a ton of fucked up prank calls I segmented and will start working on when I get more time. Not everything I expected but a bunch of good/crazy ones. It was a tape of recorded voicemails that I had left on various answering machines over the years. I’m still hunting for other tapes.

More for another day friends. It’s getting late and the house is getting filled with screaming 6yo girls in the morning.

Wish me luck.

Hey party people, Happy New Years!

2018 is out and 2019 is here. I’m not going to fill you up with a pile of resolutions or feel good bullshit because I don’t believe in any of that junk. I’ve always been of the cloth that you make change as your life needs it and not because of a date on the calendar.

If I had to wait until January 1st to make changes every year I’d be 20 years behind.

Instead I’m looking forward to a bright 2019. I’ve got a lot cooking, some more public and online like this than others. I’ve wrapped up a lot of old projects and saying goodbye to them not just digitally but in my own personal space / office / workshop where constant reminders of old work and projects slows me down from my future.

The new office/studio space is coming out amazing. Better than expected. I’ll do a full pictorial in another week or two once I’m completed. More acoustic foam is on the way and I can say with certainty the echo is already long gone from this room. Overall a pretty inexpensive project and it looks amazing in here to boot. Win-win.

New Years often brings up the past and how it will relate to your present and/or future. No different for me. I’ve been working on these audio cassettes and micros (posted about them here before too) when a piece of historical gold came through.

I caught a 2 second voicemail from one of my best friends growing up. “Hello Steve, This is Jeremy.”

It haunted me man. Total chills. In a seriously good way too.

I told one of my oldest friends Jeff and he immediately wanted a clip. This was a couple weeks ago. Last night I finally had the time and pulled out that clip, cleaned up the audio, and sent it over to him. My New Years gift to an old friend. Nothing but love and positivity.

There was also a ton of fucked up prank calls I segmented and will start working on when I get more time. Not everything I expected but a bunch of good/crazy ones. It was a tape of recorded voicemails that I had left on various answering machines over the years. I’m still hunting for other tapes.

More for another day friends. It’s getting late and the house is getting filled with screaming 6yo girls in the morning.

Wish me luck.

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