The dog days are upon us, once again. Hot as a motherfucker up here in Central New York. It makes me think of all those New Yorkers who moved down to Florida when they retired – so many that they took ten electoral college votes with them. If they had just waited a few years, sweltering Florida weather would have found them right the fuck here. The more you know.
So, how did you spend your summer? Working like a dog? Vacationing? Here at Big Green, we know it’s none of our business and that we have no right to even ask. The fact that we did, indeed, ask is just more evidence of our transgressive nature as a band from the alternative rock era. I mean, just look at that banner image from 1992 – DRIPPING with attitude. What a bunch of fuckers. (If you want to see the action figures in action, go to our Videos page and scroll down to “I Hate Your Face” or “Why Not Call It George“.)
Anyway, the least we can do – or, speaking for myself, the least I can do – is tell you what I did over the summer. Sure, you’re not asking, but again, I remind you, as a transgressive rocker that presents no real obstacle. And the chef’s kiss of my 90s arrogance is that I will tell you all about, and then say, “You’re welcome”. Ouch, right? Why couldn’t we have been one of those ironic hipster bands?
The Basement Tapes
Okay, so I can’t speak to what Matt Perry did with his summer. Suffice to say, it had a lot to do with chasing birds and feeding beavers . (And no, those are NOT euphemisms for sexual adventures. You think with that brain?) Much of my time was taken up much less productively with a project that involves unearthing archival recordings tracked many years ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
Let me start at the beginning. Our erstwhile drummer (and current brother-in-law) John White brought over a box of reel-to-reel tapes this past Spring, all of which were unlabeled, kind of grimy, and not in the greatest condition. We suspected some may be recordings of my late brother Mark, who came up as a classical pianist from about age 7, but it was hard to know because (wait for it) I didn’t have a reel deck.
I won’t bore you with the details, but over the Spring months I tried to procure an old-school stereo tape recorder. I ordered one off of Reverb.com, listed as “very good” condition, and it didn’t work. I ordered a second one from a different vendor – THAT one didn’t work. Finally, I made my way out to a used electronics shop outside of Syracuse and bought an Akai deck that did what it was manufactured to do – play back old reel tapes.
Country to Chopin to … Kermit?
What was on those old tapes? Well, some recordings of Mark as a young pianist, playing short classical and popular pieces. There was one tape that I believe was a dupe of a recording he did at Syracuse University in 1969 or so, playing Chopin’s ballade no 4 in F minor, opus 52 – beautifully, I might add. (A bit like Rubenstein played it.) There was also a recording of a jazz concert that featured him performing in what sounded like a sextet, likely in the mid to late 1970s – I have no idea who the other musicians were or where they were playing. Pretty amazing tape. Those are the highlights.
Then there was some oddball stuff, like a recording of a local pop country singer named Bob O’Donnell singing a couple of numbers; a jam tape of the upstate New York rock band called Sky Church, which Mark played with (though he wasn’t on the recording); and some random stuff from old time television, like Kermit the Frog’s Rubber Ducky song. (Seriously.)
More where that came from
Right, so the old tapes in the cardboard box are not the only reel-to-reel recording I have on hand. Now that I’ve gone through all of them, I’ve started to listen back to our more well-preserved archive tapes, and I’m finding some strange stuff – like recordings of me and Matt jamming in our parents’ living room, Matt playing some of his original guitar instrumental pieces from 1980-81, and other stuff I was only vaguely aware of.
I suspect some of the better bits will see the light of day – I’m digitizing everything that’s even marginally listenable, and will post stuff as seems appropriate. Call it a vacation. I’m guessing we’ll get back to recording new Big Green material this Fall, depending on Matt’s availability. But for right now, we’re sticking with the lazy man projects.
What did you do over the summer? Again, though we have zero right to that information, you can let us know at [email protected] or in the comments.
Oh, yeah … YOU’RE WELCOME.
Ah, got it. Scratched into my computer monitor, right about where the password field appears on the screen. Pretty clever, huh? No one would think of looking for it there! Let’s see… what is up at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill that might be of interest to you. Little inventory here. I think Mitch Macaphee is working on an experiment (either that or Qaddafi’s bombers are getting closer). Matt is either changing strings on a guitar, feeding animals, or transposing our heads with those of lunar astronauts. (A specialty of his.) Johnny White is catching up on his technical manuals, I believe. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has shut himself down for the weekend, taking a little break from his newly founded religious cult. I won’t get into what the Lincolns are up to.
“…most of the big green groups are loath to talk about economics and often don’t want to see themselves as being part of a left at all, see climate change as an issue that transcends politics entirely…. a lot of the big green groups, are also in a kind of denial.”