Showing posts with label Eugene. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eugene. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Saturday, March 31, 2018
THE GOLDEN MOTORS II - PRE-ORDER AVAILABLE NOW
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| SEQUENCING WHILE MAKING PORTABELLO PANINI SANDWICHES |
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| ALBUM ART MOCK-UP |
The Golden Motors II is now available for CD/digital pre-order. PHEW! Five years in the making, after life intervened with a move to KC and career growth at Dimensional Innovations that has kept me super quantum-level growing and engaged.
Dan Schmid, Scott K, Mike Last, and I worked at Fusion Bomb Studios in Eugene in late 2012 and early 2013, capturing twelve songs with the help of super-talented engineer Ben Schaaff and owner Jason Johnson. Tom Nunes has mixed it.
I've shared "The Animal Glide" here as the project goes to mastering, graphics, and duplication. The art I've used here is a mockup, something I did on my phone while waiting in line at Go Chicken Go or Winsteads.
I do not have plans for vinyl unless a few angels want to add one or two zeroes to their pre-order. The budget would be about $2200 above the simple straight-ahead CD budget.
My main goal is to affirm my love for my old band mates and get their work out there for everyone to enjoy, because this album smokes.
I also want to clear the decks while Steve, Alex, and Matt and I work here in KC on the new Dan Jones and The Squids project at Temple Sounds!
All the best,
Dan
Monday, February 13, 2017
Friday, April 15, 2016
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
EUGENE TO KC
This little grasshopper rode with me for about four hundred miles today--good company. More photos here. Two six hundred mile days in a row--all I can say is I'm glad to be at Little America in Cheyenne enjoying some room service food. It's gonna be a couple days before my molecules stop vibrating at a weird frequency. This french onion soup is helping, but not the Royals game on the laptop. Aaron Crow just served up a double cheddar cheeseburger with turkey bacon to Kendrys Moralez, who took full advantage. Totally disgusting. Game effing over.
Ten days or so of goodbye gatherings were intense and great, and got me primed for some drive time. But not this much drive time. This is enough to get me to sign up to Audible.com, drop some peyote, and listen to Joe Pesci read Moby Dick. I've listened to Joe Pettit's new Wave Generator cd, a series of mix CD's from Dave Snider, some Minus 5, and the new Son Volt album Honky Tonk (three times back to back. It's really country/folky and perfect for driving.)
On behalf of my brother Neal, I looked for Walt Longmire and Henry Standing Bear in Wyoming today, but they may be in Montana helping Robicheaux and Clete sort things out. I'm at that point in James Lee Burke's Light of The World where things do not appear sort-out-able. That's another way of saying, it's getting good.
One of the questions I've been getting goes like this: "what's the main reason you guys are moving?" I'll see if this frames the answer right:
For a couple of years now, I've noticed that when the plane begins its descent into Eugene, I'm not feeling glad to be home. It used to be I'd feel that comfortable, good-to-be-home feeling as the fields passed by below, typically under cover of clouds. It was OK; it was, well, home. But that changed. My better half has her unique and personal reasons and I won't speak for her here, except to say that she's backing the play big-time, and that gave me courage.
Plus, I started getting that good-to-be-home feeling as the plane descended into Kansas City over the course of a few recent visits. A few days of stealing time would keep me going. Just the feeling of running my hand over a limestone wall at the edge of vacant lot on a sunny day would stay with me for weeks. We started kicking the tires on a move, talking about our love of the city, and new developments and energy there, plus cost of living, weather, culture, restaurants, great music and art, plus the stages and transitions of young and old in our families--all the stuff you kick around when you talk about moving. That conversation took maybe 18 months; the action part took far less time. And here we are, not quite jumping the Snake River on a rocket bike like Evil Knievel.
Ten days or so of goodbye gatherings were intense and great, and got me primed for some drive time. But not this much drive time. This is enough to get me to sign up to Audible.com, drop some peyote, and listen to Joe Pesci read Moby Dick. I've listened to Joe Pettit's new Wave Generator cd, a series of mix CD's from Dave Snider, some Minus 5, and the new Son Volt album Honky Tonk (three times back to back. It's really country/folky and perfect for driving.)
On behalf of my brother Neal, I looked for Walt Longmire and Henry Standing Bear in Wyoming today, but they may be in Montana helping Robicheaux and Clete sort things out. I'm at that point in James Lee Burke's Light of The World where things do not appear sort-out-able. That's another way of saying, it's getting good.
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| BE CALM GRASSHOPPER |
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| SAM BOND'S FAREWELL FOR NOW SHOW |
One of the questions I've been getting goes like this: "what's the main reason you guys are moving?" I'll see if this frames the answer right:
For a couple of years now, I've noticed that when the plane begins its descent into Eugene, I'm not feeling glad to be home. It used to be I'd feel that comfortable, good-to-be-home feeling as the fields passed by below, typically under cover of clouds. It was OK; it was, well, home. But that changed. My better half has her unique and personal reasons and I won't speak for her here, except to say that she's backing the play big-time, and that gave me courage.
Plus, I started getting that good-to-be-home feeling as the plane descended into Kansas City over the course of a few recent visits. A few days of stealing time would keep me going. Just the feeling of running my hand over a limestone wall at the edge of vacant lot on a sunny day would stay with me for weeks. We started kicking the tires on a move, talking about our love of the city, and new developments and energy there, plus cost of living, weather, culture, restaurants, great music and art, plus the stages and transitions of young and old in our families--all the stuff you kick around when you talk about moving. That conversation took maybe 18 months; the action part took far less time. And here we are, not quite jumping the Snake River on a rocket bike like Evil Knievel.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
FAREWELL SHOW AT SAM BOND'S FRIDAY 8/30
I'll say it straight: we're moving to Kansas City, Mo. That means this show will be my last in Eugene for a good while:
Friday 8/30
Sam Bond's Garage
9:00
Dan Jones
(with Jason Robbins, Mike Last, Tom Nunes, Dave Snider, The Golden Motors and...)
Eagles of Freedom
Redray Frazier
Friday, July 5, 2013
FUN TIMES IN DOWNTOWN EUGENE
Yesterday we got through the day with all our fingers and toes intact and checked out the new Bijou Metro downtown on Broadway. It is a cool venue, the popcorn is affordable, and we saw a really sweet movie, The Angel's Share, directed by Ken Loach. Ken Loach film fest may be imminent at our house. The National Pub is right next door and it is pretty neat too.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
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