God, what is going on. It's that quiet end of August period where I get cranky for the Fall to kick in so I can get to work on some shit. I don't even have my nephew here this time!! But, hey, we're trying to finish an album here, and we even have a list of stuff left to do, which is me SINGING some more. But it's recorded. It's awesome. Sounds great. I listen to it all the time. Brandt knocked this fucking thing out of the park. It sounds huge. We gotta mix it, but a lot of the work is done. I sat in a quiet Irish bar the other night with both Brandt and Ash and discussed the next steps. It feels good.
While they take care of the tech and I avoid the singing, I handle all the "business" that the former guitarist (and possible mail thief) of the aggression would lecture Ash and I about while he was "playing his instrument EVERY DAY" (that dumb fucking story is for the eventual book). What business is this? It's stuff like the album sleeve, which is basically this:
It's a piece from the photographer Grant Hamilton (http://sxseventy.com/), who Jessie turned me onto. I reached out to him and he was VERY cool and agreed to let us use the piece in exchange for using some HF tunes in his documentary about the death of polaroid film. Cool right? Grant and his wife, Sara, are really sweet and talented.
So I am in the process of putting the credits, publishing, etc. all together and the question has been: How to release it? It's been some time since I put out a record and obviously the world has changed , so I think the best thing would be to put it out ourselves, which in the old days was a sign of weakness but now a sign of independence. Also, we've spent so much time on it, that I want it out ASAP. We can get out it out digitally quick and we have decided to press some CD's as well. Because of the digital age, the price has gone down quite a bit. Thus, the new Hypefactor album will come out as a CD in something called an Eco Wallet. It sounds all green, which my Mrs will love, but I couldn't give a fuck. It looks cool. I'd press a disc in radioactive shit if it looked cool. Anyway. It will be a killer album sleeve and an amazing album. I'll probably give it to you.
So in the "Can You Believe This One?" Department, the OTHER former guitarist, the founding one, decides to ask for copies of the aggression back catalogue. Presumably he needs a second set for his second child, which of course, I understand as this child should be started off proper. So me, being truly a NICE MAN, goes and puts together a package of our entire run and even shit he wasn't on, and busted my ass and mailed it out (read: sent the intern to the post office). It arrives the next day and is promptly fucking STOLEN by mail thieves. On Long Island? Wait, what? There's a lot of mystery there as how did he fucking know it was there in the first place, etc. Now when you think about it, who the fuck is going to steal a package of the aggression's history. Then I realized that EVERY former guitar player is out there in Suffolk and is probably dying for copies of the best years their lives. It's like fucking industrial Law and Order. Well this will now lead to the aggression founders luncheon this week in New York City. Yes, another set of discs will be handed over. G has questions.
So this is just a quick update. Hope you're not sweating your fat ass off like I am.
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