The Weekend in Photos....

You saw the previous blog entry to get the idea of the shit that went down on Friday night after we saw the semi-cool Russian film NIGHTWATCH. On Saturday night, Irene and I babysat my little cousin J.T. (initials given of course in honour of the author of this blog). J.T. has a knowledge of all thing Egyptian that rivals my knowledge of STAR WARS
Usually, Brandt and I work on Saturdays, but scheduling changes, had us meeting up yesterday morning. It was a pretty and bright Sunday at the studio (Special thanks to B for picking up lunch)...

Brandt was spinning a classic when I arrived, Julian Cope's WORLD SHUT YOUR MOUTH...

Here are some examples of things insipring us in the studio right now...Obviously, all things Manchester
(That's Hooky's first solo band, REVENGE, which is dear to my heart. This magazine ad went four years hung up on my wall at NYU)

Hypefactor has momentum, which is always a positive and I'm getting excited about our musical future. Plots and various schemes are hatched throughout the day. This allows me to look semi cool, and occasionally pretentious, as seen here...

And during this long and productive day, Brandt (with some occasional assistance from myself) put together a sweet demo of the HF album opening track THE MORNING AFTER THE LIFE BEFORE

Later that night, at Dorg's birthday gathering, there was a special guest, straight otta the streets of Stewart Manor, Dan Hamill's sister Jacky...


She's pretty goddamn funny and really entertaining, and as you can see here had us rolling in the beer garden aisles...

Lurch in particular was having a hell of a good time as he was consuming beers from a mug the size of his extremely large head.

However, the schnitzel hit the fan when Jacky so astutely observed that lurch was in fact "A girl....just a SITBACK BITCH", which of course is the body blows of body blows, especially when it comes from someone who has the guts to still live in Stewart Manor

You would think here that the evening would take a turn for the worse, and it almost did when Lurch, thinking he was Thor, used his oversized beer mug to crush a smaller, weaker beer glass, but it truly did not (though it might have later for all I know) and despite Dan Hamill's expression here, he should rest easy knowing that his younger sister entertained his friends and never ever slept with Tom Whitfleet, which is a relief to all.