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May 09, 2008 By: admin Category: M Photos, Music, The Album

For this post I steal liberally from Molly:

Road Story on the 101

Enjoy. :)

Bird Flu

January 17, 2008 By: admin Category: Health, India, M Photos, The Album

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Well, the news isn’t good. As many of you may know, an outbreak of bird flu has emerged here in West Bengal. It is making it’s way to Kolkata and I would imagine that it will be here–we will start seeing cases of dead chickens–within the week. Now, while this is very, very scary, I want to point out a few comforting things:

#1, M and I aren’t eating any chicken. Period. We are eating eggs, but only after cooking them ALL THE WAY THROUGH. H5N1 dies at 70 degrees, so we can control the eggs. What we can’t control is how someone else cooks either eggs or chicken (sometimes chicken isn’t cooked all the way through), so we’re not having chicken or eggs if we go out. For myself, I’m staying closer to a vegetarian diet than I ever have…

#2, there are no human cases yet. Of course, you can’t believe much of what you hear in terms of reports here because there are a lot of economic fears associated with losing 300,000 chickens. Just this morning I saw a headline that read that chickens had been smuggled out of the infected areas. That’s because farmers are terrified of going broke from all of their chickens getting killed.

#3, M and I will be leaving Kolkata/West Bengal on the 27th. The disease can’t possibly spread to a human population in time for us to be affected before we leave, and Bangalore is too far for it to spread with the amount of defenses that are being mounted to quarantine it. That said–to reiterate–we are being very, very careful and not eating or handling anything related to chicken, and won’t be visiting any open markets.

The best way to keep up to date on the outbreak is the Times Of India. They’re doing a lot of reporting. Next, our phone number at Alison & Bryan’s house is: 2466-1704. Not sure what you have to do to call India, West Bengal, but y’all have the internet…;)

All-in-all, I’m nervous, but cautious. What M and I are each doing here doesn’t take us to places where there are chickens, so don’t fret. And check this blog. I’ll be updating everything. :)

The Album Is F-I-N-I-S-H-E-D!

January 03, 2008 By: admin Category: India, The Album

Molly drops The Album in the mail today. It’s on it’s way to the printer who will add a bar code and “press” 2,500 CDs which will be waiting for us when we get back from India. Going through this process was really tough. Watching Molly agonize, then rejoice, then flip out with worry over all kinds of things. The worst was when she doubted herself, as all artists do. I would do my best to bring her out of it.

Updates

December 21, 2007 By: admin Category: Faith, General, India, Music, The Album

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Every time I tell someone I’m going to India for a month they’re baffled at why I’m staying in Kolkata the entire time. But there’s a famous Zen saying: “You cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water” and that’s how I feel about Kolkata. It’s full of contradictions: beauty & filth, pain & joy, clarity & confusion, and that’s why I love it. I can imagine it would take years and years and years to get to know Kolkata, as it did to get to know New York. Once I left NYC, I knew her. I think I would, indeed, like the chance to get to know Kolkata. “You cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.”

THE ALBUM, an Update:
In other news, The Albu is going extremely well. I accompanied M to Capitol Records on Tuesday for the mastering. This is a process where the mixed songs are placed in the order that they will be in one the CD, and then are leveled so that no one songs is louder than the others. This is an incredibly simplistic description of a beautiful and complicated process. Our engineer, Evren, is a ninja audio-geek GOD. He mastered an award-winning Greatest Hits CD for PAT BENATAR. Just sayin’… He would listen to each song at full volume–which will make your ears hurt a bit–then will put on head phones and start turning knobs that you couldn’t hope to understand without decades of training & patience. After about 20-30 minutes of this he comes up for air, throws off the headphones and has you listen. Every time, the song sounds better. Sharper, softer, more tender, more powerful, more effective, more MORE. He’s just fucking amazing…

Next are the graphics. M is designing the CD packaging entirely herself, and it’s a boatload of work. Scanning, resizing, coloring, cropping, effecting, layering…. UGH! So intricate it makes me dizzy, but, as with Evren’s final product, when you see what the CD looks like you’ll be amazed and so thrilled. It’s just so organic, and works so well.

Lastly, M had her 28th birthday recently and I gave her this:

I know it make seem like too much at first, but the second she had it out of the box, she was playing songs I’d want to hear. She’s a wunderkind and I aim to keep her in instruments.

Okay, that’s it for now. More later! Pictures of Capitol!!!!

The Album is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

December 12, 2007 By: admin Category: Music, The Album

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HOLY.
SHIT.

I drove M to her mixing session today. She’d had no time to eat so she scarfed something in the car while I drove. On the way home we listened to a couple of the tracks that the mixer had finished and…oh my god… do they kick ass.

M really hit the fuckin’ nail on the head with her performance. Ohmygod… I was crying as we drove. I can finally see that everyone’s hard work has paid off, and that M’s stuff is really, really worth it. When you’re this close to something it’s so hard to keep the proper perspective all the time, especially when you don’t know enough about recording music, like me. :) The mix has brought these songs and M’s performance out into the light — where it should always be — and will make selling this puppy a cakewalk. Hallelujah! I see her playing with a huge orchestra, and kodo drums. :)

Nothing’s Working

November 28, 2007 By: admin Category: Living, Randomosity, The Album

Sometimes it’s maddening how someone will behave. You give and give and they respond like you’re from another planet. I’m in debt and I’m wondering how I got there. i remember living outside Boston and being sooooo happy. Now I’m jealous of my brother’s house and wondering why I’m not moving back there and buying my own. I’ve broken the cardinal “Alexia” rule: I’ve gone and trapped myself.

I watched “The Descent” last night. It’s really not at all as scary as everyone said. Not even a little bit. Actually, it just ROCKS. It’s awesome to see a bunch of rock-climber chicks open several cans of whoop-ass on many unsuspecting cave creatures. Made me feel like I used to: like a woman who takes control of her destiny. Now, I can’t. I’m as buried in my life as those chicks were in the cave.

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No wonder I’m having nightmares… Last night’s was a doozy. I thought I’d be all freaked out dreaming of cave creatures, but NOPE. I dreamed instead that I was driving a HUGE mack truck. The really, really, really big ones that movers use to haul families of twelve cross-country. When I “woke up” into my dream, I was driving one of these. At first it was okay. I was in control and surprised to find out that someone had trusted me behind the wheel of this thing. Even though I didn’t remember getting in the truck, I figured, “well, I’m dreaming, so I must just have let my mind wander for a moment. I’m sure I know how to drive this.” And with that, I pressed on the brake a little. To my great surprise, the truck responded like it was a sports car–too sensitive! Anyway, so I relaxed and thought, “well, maybe I’ll leave this dream situation as quickly as I entered it and all will be well.” No such luck. As soon as I thought that I “re-re-awakened” and was still driving, although the traffic ahead of me was coming too close. WAAAAAAAAAAY too close… I breathed deeply, trying to settle myself down and looked down at the gear shift. “I can do this,” I said to myself. And, sure enough, I slammed my foot on the clutch and threw the truck into gear. But I was still going too fast. I hit the brakes. Put ALL my weight behind them, but I literally wasn’t heavy enough to have any effect. Additionally, when I’d looked up this time the cab of the truck was open, as if it had been halved horizontally by something it had hit. I was also going down a steep hill–racing fast!–so I had to lean forward to stand on the brake. My hair was whipping around frantically, slapping my face, and my seatbelt wasn’t on. I turned to look at it, thinking I could reach back and pull it forward, but I realized I was too bent forward and that the force of the wind and the speed were too much for me to take one hand off the wheel.

So many things ran through my head as I careened toward the traffic: that I was going to die, that M. was going to die (even though I didn’t remember her being in the truck), and that the hit was going to be a hard, hard hit. I really felt, in my mind, that this was REAL. I kept telling myself to try something, that this was REALLY happening and that I should do something to get myself out of it. Before I could I woke up for real. In my bed. With M sleeping beside me.

The truck definitely represents something I can’t control. Something that has me by the throat. It’s the way I’ve been feeling for a couple of years now, and it sucks. Just sucks. I used to be more disciplined, but when you’re in love sometimes discipline is the first, and eternal, casualty. I try to be more frugal, but it never works. I see something I KNOW M will need for her music stuff, and I HAVE to buy it. There’s just no two ways.

It’s funny, I’m in the business of training people to constantly reevaluate, reassess, try to find a solution around a problem by rethinking the traditional — now I have to do it for myself and I can’t. Awesome. My dreams of owning my own home have all but evaporated unless I change things rather drastically. As the saying goes: I CHOSE this.

Ear Trouble & Other Stresses

November 16, 2007 By: admin Category: Burning Man, The Album, Video

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I seem to have lost a bit of hearing in my right ear. I know… My Dad is reading this right now and saying to himself: “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???????????!!!!!!!!!!”

We don’t know how it happened but it seems stress and sleep-deprivation related. Nice, right??? Anyway, I wake up and my right ear is all clogged. I can still, technically, hear with it, but it feels imbalancing and like it needs to POP! Ya know? I was never the kid who had to “equalize” after swimming. Never. But, then again, I was never the kid to puke from smoking pot and we all know how that goes now… ‘Course, I didn’t so much tell you about that, did I…????

Well, then, here it is: I puked on the Playa. From a pot cookie. Yup. One of the cardinal sins of Burning Man is to puke on the playa and I did it. The last night. While the Man was burning. Uh-huh. As SuperFriend Mike wasn’t around it fell to M and my best bud from college, Nathan, to–literally–haul me to my feet and DRAG me off the fucking desert. Isweartogod…. Not my finest hour, but I WAS lucid, which is really, kind of MORE FUCKED UP, ya know? There I was, you know, PARALYZED from the waist down, but making perfect sense. Mind you, all I was able to say was “Thanks, guys. This is so fucked up, I’m so sorry. Thanks so much, guys.” But that’s something, ain’t it? I mean, if you’re going to ruin your friends’ experience of THE VERY LAST NIGHT OF BURNING MAN at least be gracious about it.

Anyway, the Other Stresses referred to in the title has to do with lack of sleep due to The Album freakout. One of the reasons I like being as slap-dash a filmmaker as I am is that I don’t actually have to work very hard. It’s a cop-out, I know, but I have a skill–as an editor I can make chicken salad out of chicken shit–and so I capitalize on that when I go out to film something. Watching M struggle through the process of just RECORDING this new album has been H-E-L-L. I’m like “justfuckindoitalready” and she’s like “the mics aren’t in the right place!!!” *whatever*

Of course, SHE’S right and I’m fucked, but the time it takes to prepare to record an album is enough to keep me faaaaaaaaar away from that as a private personal goal. I’ll still borrow her Korg, snag some samples and make fun experimental tunes myself–for you all, of course–but the seriousness of the prep process is too much for me. I’m a hack and I like it that way. :)

Slammed. Wiped.

November 04, 2007 By: admin Category: The Album, Video

I’ve been working so hard for so long that I’m actually burnt out. I need to recharge, but that doesn’t look like it’s coming for some time. The good news is that M’s new live album is going to kick ass. :) She’s still working out all of the kinks in the studio, but basically the donated mics work GREAT. Her songs are just so beautiful…

Anyway, here’s my latest video effort for AOL.

I’m excited about this series, but–as I said above–am slammed. I’ve been blogging, shooting & editing, and working on a new India project, all in addition to helping M get ready for three shows. 2 down, 1 to go. I hope I survive. And then we make Thanksgiving dinner… Oy. I’ll need to slow down in the next week. Find some time to seriously chill.

Hope all of you are doing well and not too busy. :)

Cheers,
alexia

Music, Music, Music

August 17, 2007 By: admin Category: India, Music, The Album, Video

Wow. M is a scary, scary genius. She just fixed “Despite The Warning” which I thought was an unreemable song. She did something so cool, y’all… Y’all are so going to want to buy this album for everyone you know. Mark the time: M is going to be famous. :)

In other news I had my Final Cut pro training today at the local Apple Store. Every once in a while, since I’m self-taught, I like to go back to the basic in shooting and editing and see how other folks do things. It’s always an eye-opening time. Today was all about Color, Apple’s color-correction offering inside Final Cut Studio 2. Meow, kitty. This thing is fuckin’ amazing. I wanted to learn it ASAP so I could use it on the India videos for AOL India. I’ll be sending those off soon.

Burning Man plans are going well. Nathan is so excited and that really jazzes me. It’ll so incredible to spend this time with him, in a place of such creativity and warmth that he loves so much. Turns out I’m not going to get a carport cuz, fuckit. Can’t afford it anyway. I’ll nap in Nathan’s shade structure if the heat gets to be too much. Take a deep breath. Girlfriend is going to fry. 😉

Alright, cheers, y’all. Have a great weekend. If Sarah is reading this, HOPE YOU’RE HAVING A BLAST IN ENGLAND!!!!!

Indians ‘a-Comin’!

August 15, 2007 By: admin Category: Blogging Dinner, Body, Cooking, Fatblogging, Food, Health, Living, Mom, Music, New Orleans, Randomosity, Running, The Album, Video

I am so fortunate that I was able to spend time in New Orleans with the people that I did. I can’t think of a better Mardi Gras. Maybe if M had been there for the entire trip, it might have been better… 😉

My latest New Orleans video is up. It’s about the Mardi Gras Indians. It’s the 5th video in the series “New Orleans Voices” that I’m doing for Netscape. You can see some of them if you go to my videos page on Netscape. It’s pretty killer, but I think I love most of my videos… This particular vid is very close to my heart – the subject matter, anyway. A lot of folks worked real hard to get me some incredible access in New Orleans, and this, and ALL the New Orleans Voices videos are the result of that. Here’s to Troy, Jack and Michelle!!!

In other news: M wants to expand her video coverage of the album recording!!!! So, we’re going to take a cue from Bravo and will be interviewing her every night after she’s done with whatever she did that day. :) COOL, HUH????

Stay safe, y’all.

DINNER: leftover Dover Sole. The first time-’round wasn’t my best, I forgot to make greens, and something really odd happened to the rice. Still, the leftovers were edible and now they’re gone, which is good. We’re human recycle bins. Awesome.

RUNNING: KICKED ASS. Sometimes I think we chicks are enhanced by The Great Bleed. I don’t know. Sometimes I feel so fuckin’ powerful when I have my period, like tall-buildings-in-a-single-bound type powerful. WTF is that????

RANDOMOSITY: Zan emailed tonight and said she was rummaging through her pictures boxes and found the one of Mom standing on the dunes at the Cape. The one I framed. Wow…