The Bass Geek

<a href=”http://futureshock.net”>Radio Radio</a> has The Mary Onettes and Red Light Drive tonight.  Boss Martians, Leftovers, and the exquisitely excellent  Kink Ador  are on Saturday night’s bill.

<a href=”http://myspace.com/samssaloonindianapolis”>Sam’s Saloon</a> features G.S. Harper, The Cousin Brothers, and Jethro Easyfields tonight, with Playing With Knives, Hell Fire Sinners and Ryan’s Hope coming up tomorrow.

<a href=”http://bigcar.org”>Big Car Gallery</a> screens the Tendrils DVD from Asthmatic Kitty records tomorrow night.  Grampall Jookabox will also provide musical stylings.

Deano’s Vino presents the Michael Houston Group tonight and Jude’s Juggers tomorrow night.

And, of course, there’s Victor/Victoria at the American Cabaret Theater this Friday and Saturday night.  Enjoy.

The new IMN podcast is up - you can download it or listen to it on the site.

I upgraded the podcast equipment to the Microtrack II, as well. Aside from the spiffy black case and a built-in limiter, I also slapped in a larger CF card, so I’m going to bump up the recording resolution for the voices now. Still the same Steve and Ryan, just with more bits. Wheeeeee!

If you feel like networking at one of Fountain Square’s premier restaurants, we’ll be at Gusto’s beginning at 8:30 for the FountainSplash! events. I’ll be providing the music - I promise it won’t hurt. Tape “The Office” and come on down

The carnival has taken root in the Family Dollar parking lot just down the road. Between said installation of fair rides, games and elephant ears and the movies shown there during the summer, I suppose this area has taken the place of a village common. Plus, our village common has cheap toothpaste and plastic forks. We win.

Nevertheless, back to the carnival. It’s like the spring training for the state fairs. The folks get their rides set up, shaken out, try to avoid maiming some kids, and get their practices runs in before the main event. There’s a few twinkling lights, the Ferris wheel, and other assorted instruments of fun. There are also “guaranteed State Fair Photos!”, where you will most certainly find young lovers projected their images onto an imaginary brandy snifter, the glass holding their love to be drank lustily from for all eternity.

Or until it spills and you have to go get the carpet cleaner again.

And, as a bonus, the Italian sausage stand is staying open late on weekends. Wandering drunks plus authentic fair food equals pure profit.

It’s not quite Reason, but it’s a pretty cool online way to generate musical patterns online and run them through some stompboxes. I see this being used for mashups and remixes fairly soon.

And maybe collaboration, depending on how they decide to eventually market and roll this out. It’s simple enough that there doesn’t appear to be much in the way of tweaking or customization, but that could change. Small communities have sprung up over much less

No Mother’s Day Victor/Victoria show meant I got some extra time to crank out chapters for the laptop book. I have a bad habit of writing chapters out of order, which inevitably leaves the harder or more nebulous material towards the end. Couple that with the little bits of text that need to be written at the end of the book, and I get to once again experience the joys of wanting to ditch the entire project and run off with some entertainment-oriented entity. It’s like reliving grad school all over again.

Speaking of entertainment-oriented activities, I tweaked the setup on my bass just before Friday’s show and managed not to screw it up. In fact, I turned the sound down and played through part of intermission just because it felt so good. My amp didn’t want to share in the fun, though, and managed to pick up a local radio station intermittently through the entire proceedings. It wasn’t loud enough to make a huge problem - think more of an annoying auditory mosquito. I can’t decide whether it’s the bad wiring in the theater (the soundman says he occasionally gets the same thing in headphones and the PA) or the amp itself. The ugly spectre of procuring a new amp has raised its head, like a zombie lusting for brains. Feh.