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Progress on the album continues!

We’ve finished tracking (except for one more Sax line and a gang vocal or two), and we’ve moved all our gear back into our loft from the jam space we’ve been using to record the last two months.

Gear back in the loft

The gear has landed back in the loft!

So Many Layers

Each song is incredibly dense and complex, and it’s a serious challenge to maintain maximum clarity of each and every layer. It’s not rare to be fighting with 15 guitar tracks, 2 basses, synth and about 8 different versions of myself Oohing, Aaahing and shouting in unison.

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Hey hey!
Welcome Welcome!

This right here, this is the brand new, totally re-vamped CINEMALAMOURTHEBAND.COM! Thanks for stopping in to check it out!

In between bouts of studio induced insanity, I’ve been coding away like the busiest of all the beavers.

Seriously Meta

Seriously Meta

If it weren’t for the wildly over-developed calluses I’ve got going on due to all the guitar I’ve been playing, my fingers would be worn to the bone from all the typing.

Okay, maybe not.

But Still!

Also of note: We’ve got another local show on the horizon!

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The last couple of weeks have been pretty hectic over at CL HQ on Boulevard St. Laurent in Montréal. The scope of our looming adventure was overshadowed only by the overwhelming nature of preparing for such a voyage. If you’ve ever spent a month living out of a van, travelling thousands of kilometers and counting on the kindness of strangers for couches and floors to sleep on, you’ll know what I mean. Tasks crawled out of the woodwork like bedbugs in a student apartment. Their existence was obvious, but their number impossible to calculate.

Still, one by one and day by day our list was slowly whittled down.
Boxes checked.
I’s dotted.
T’s crossed.

One of the most exciting things we accomplished before leaving town was screen printing a batch of new T-shirts with the help of the kind folks down at Ste. Emilie Skillshare. We had a blast burning screens, pulling ink, and waiting for things to dry with our new friends Tasha and Lia. The space is an incredible resource for independent artists and community groups in Montréal, it’s a real civic treasure!

The Screen I burned myself!

Lia giving the Thumbs up!

Unicorns and Disco Sex. ‘Nuff Said.

Chris pulling some ink while Tasha keeps the screen solid!

So many red shirts. So much drying.

Also: PINS!

You’ll be able to see, touch, and even purchase the fruits of our labours at all of our upcoming shows across the Maritimes, Newfoundland, and Ontario.

Warning: They’re going fast.

See you on the road!



Okay, so today I decided that being the capable individual I am I’d mosey down to the store formerly known as Radio Shack, pick up a replacement switch for the POG, and install it myself.

No Sweat.
Super Simple.
Easy as Pie.

It’s only two points of solder! How could anything go wrong?

I returned home from my successful shopping sortie and got busy installing the new switch. First came the easy part, and boy was it ever less easy than I anticipated. Seeing as the circuit board for the POG is almost as large as its enclosure, there was precious little space for my fingers to tighten the nut to fix the new switch in place. After considerably more frustration than such a modest task should normally generate, I found myself once again within the realm of the triumphant and victorious.

The Brand New Big Red Bass Button (as I had already christened it in my head) was fixed in place!

Hi-Fives all around!
Uncork the Champagne!
Wait a minute…

Okay, so next I had to do the tricky part and solder the thing into the circuit. No big deal. 2 wires, two sides of the switch. Little bit of solder, and Bam! there you go! Easy Peasy, Presto, or perhaps “Voila!”, as we say in this here part of the world.

Except for the whole “It actually working” part.

When I plugged my newly personalized pedal into it’s pre-wired power source, I was pleased by the immediate bright glow of it’s LED. I was less pleased by its persistent nature, regardless of how intense my interaction with the aforementioned BrandNewBigRedBassButton became.

Anyhow, after an hour’s frustration, we (the POG and myself) seemed to have arrived at an impasse.

Much thanks to Julian of the fantastic Man Your Horse and the freshly minted Marrs Pedals for his as yet unsuccessful but much appreciated advice. If I lived on the west coast, I’m certain he and I would have the thing fixed up in a flash. With an entire continent separating us, however, I’m a little less than convinced.

Wish me luck!