::Hello and Greetings::

Sunday, November 4th, 2007. 8:46am

Another Fucking 'Out of Service' Cop Car

Twice in a Month! What a trip, dood!

I was driving with the whole family up to Target to buy some plastic crap and kidz klowthz when I spotted this local police cruiser making the entire day worth while. Thank you, Tiburon Police Department!

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Driving to Pick Up My Daughter This Afternoon.

I saw a California Highway Patrol car on the freeway this afternoon and it had a funny sign on it. Click the thumb to get the full image.

Oh yeah. Nice to be back.

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Monday, March Somethingth, 2006

OK, it's stupid, I admit, but at least somebody could READ the damn thing. Whatever. (Jan 4) Here

Virgil Playing Drums and Singing

Virgil is playing the kid drums (smaller, less useful, but still quite loud) and singing another one of his yelling songs. This one seems to be called "I Don't Know Anything." Now, he's singing, to the same beat, "I Love You." He's slowing down quite a lot, though. Need to work on that.

He's just broken another stick, and he's telling me about it. "I'm a strong drummer, and I break my sticks a lot. It's so cool. I think I need another little stick, 'cause this one broke, and that was so cool." (this is verbatim)

Here's a picture:

Pretty!

Photograph taken last year during showing of Anchorman! No, I didn't go see it... Copyright ©2004 Scott Thunes

Monday January 24 08:58:38 AM

FEAR SF - November 1994

During my tenure in ROK, I chose to spend most of 1993 touring with somebody other than who I wished I had been able to tour with: FEAR. The reason for my choice was purely monetary. If I had been liquid, I would have stayed home and attempted to fix my relationship and try putting more notes into a computer, but instead, I toured American, European, and American again with somebody whose music I didn't care anything about and whose actual self left me rather...pale, I suppose, but it was necessary and important that I leave LA, at least for a bit.

After having done that, I was blessed with a gig that I actually wished rather strongly that I would be able to do. This gig found me commuting to rehearsals, a very strange (but not-so-strange) situation to find onesself in. I mean, really, one should live near one's music, I think, but in LA, one does what one can.

With Frank, I lived in North Hollywood or Reseda or Studio City, but rehearsed in North Hollywood, therefore I'm not really used to a long drive before and after my music, but I do beleive that I'm in the minority there.

Notice the pick in my right hand...no, that's my left, silly...my right! (oh yeah, click to view right hand.)

Even though my commute from Hollywood to Santa Monica was barely worth it - getting paid $25 per three hour session - over the week I'd be pulling in $100, $125 a week. Party time at the Thunes'. That said, I was happy, I was In Rok, and I was playing music that gave people chills...at least when it was first performed 15 years previously. Our updated repertoire was, to me, a god-send. I would break strings, watch my drummer turn into a punk drummer, and know deep in my heart that what was happening was not normal in the slightest.

We went on tour, and the first three weeks were great. Then disaster struck in the guise of a simple misunderstanding-cum-argument, a nightmare from which I still recoil from the thought of.

After FEAR died (for me), I was happy to be finally rid of the scourge of Rock, something that had been a deep-rooted complication in my life. Of course, I wasn't actually FREE yet. I had a couple more antics to proceed with, but for the most part, I was obviously ON THE OUTS.

Once one has decided to cut something out from their lives, it's really easy to just go ahead and put all the trappings away. In the case of photographs, one can actually forget that one owns them and that they contain truths.

In this most current case, I find a trove of goodness in some 8x10s sent to me by the photographer that took the accompanying pictures. They were sent to me rather kindly by a couple that lived near me in Berkeley at the time. I met them once, I think I recall, and we traded emails or something...I don't think I had a computer, so what the hell was it?...but they were really nice and they spent some time and money on about ten of these giant prints. One of the very nice things that happened to me in my years of degradation.

A couple years back, a musician friend of mine asked me if one of his sons - just getting into music. punk, fortunately - wanted a short interview for a class project. I of course agreed and when he came over, since I had just been viewing these pictures for some reason they were out, and so I gave him the best one. He was pleased, I think.

The rest of them went back into hiding, awaiting some reason to live. My new server-situation gives me reason to post them. I'm not sure it's important, but it's mystorical, so they're here for your pleasure. Click 'em, and they get biggish.

Enjoy.

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Monday January 24 08:58:38 AM

Holy New Server, Batperson!

Something I've been wanting to for a very long time has come to pass: I was bitching about my bandwidth issues and now I don't have to bitch anymore.

Remember my note about wondering how long it would take for me to overtake my bandwidth? Two frickin' weeks. TWO.

Probably because of my co-hosting my brother-in-law's site on Geoscott as well, my bandwidth is toilet-bound constantly. I decided to do something about it and so I got in touch with Scott Chatfield, Mike Keneally's manager and friend. He runs a web-hosting-business called Moosenet. I have been the brother of Stacy Thunes for as long as I can remember (I was one when she was born). She and Scott put together Thunes.net for her as a lark, and for my birthday, Stacy gave it to me. During this time, I realized that it would be perfect if Scott was Geoscott's host as well. Just really convenient. As much as I was displeased with my previous host I was just not really ready to go through the angst of breaking it off with him, but this last outage just really got to me.

I went up to NetSol a couple of days ago to check out the procedure for changing the DNS, seeing as how I've been with the same host for seven years, and I fucked up and accidentally hosed my settings. Didn't even realize it until I couldn't get my email at work this morning.

So I'm still sussing things out. I should have access to the email once I figure out the new control panel, but until then, I'm happy just to have hosting.

Scott says there won't be any bandwidth issues, so let's check it out. See what he can handle.

Here's where I thank Scott publicly for saving my buttocks. Thank you!

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Wayback Machine Geoscott

Here's a neat thing. I don't have to search my home and archives for all this crap. Anybody and their accountant can get to it.

For all of those who wish to do the old FAQs thing, here's the circa 2000 A.D. version.

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Here Are Some Clips of Virgil Drumming

Beginning of the New Year. I can post these clips again. See how long it takes to overtake my bandwidth. (see note above, Jan 24)

Ok, I have to explain.

There are probably some of you who have heard that my son plays music. Some of you have actually heard it from me. Others will know the experience of seeing him do his thing at my very home. Then there are the rest of you.

Those of you who have not heard about 'The Virge', he's a musician. I have no problem calling him a prodigy. I'm not being proud (although I am, obviously) by saying that. I watch and hear people all fucking day long tell me the same thing, and these are people who might indeed know.

Besides, if you don't agree, let me know why. Sure, he's not anywhere near as good as that Korean Lass who kicks ass on the xylophone, but that's like the Antique Indian Math Prodigy. We do not live in that world.

In our world, a three year old - who has been playing since he was 1 ½ (no, and not improving all that much, to be honest) - can be considered prodigistical. I so declare it, and it's up to you to argue your point.

Our friend Dana Miller lent us a drum set, and now my friend A. Violante has lent us a child's drumset (but one of those with real hardware). The guitars are still attractive to Virgil, but he only really plays the drums on a regular basis. He talks guitars, but he plays drums.

These clips are from two days ago. We have had a video camera for a long time, and we even have several minutes worth of Virgil playing during the beginning 2004 but I have not the technology to transfer and compress video for internet use. Recently, my wife and I decided that our current digital camera was about as weak as could be, so we dumped it for a modern setup. It makes AVIs. They play in Quicktime. I am pleased.

These clips are not the ultimate expression of Virgil's art, but they certainly will do. I guess you have to watch all of them. I forget if one is better than the other.

Thank you for taking the time to watch these. They're pretty short, say, 2 and 4 minutes a piece. I think.

clip 1 (7.5mb AVI)

clip 2 (22mb AVI)

clip 3 (3.8mb AVI)

(my wife said she had a tough time loading these in a browser, but she's just gone ahead and downloaded them and viewed them on her mother's computer, so that should work for you.)

Enjoy, Bitches!

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Virgil and The Can of Drink

My wife works for a company that does package design. She's a project manager. There, I said it.

The first ever anything she worked on was the copy for a can of mixer (which uses high-end contents such as Meyer's Lemons, Fuji Apples, and Blood Oranges - along with carbonated mineral water). For those of you who aren't media-savvy, 'copy' is any text used in product design, packaging, or advertising. My wife wrote the copy for the can of high-end mixer and it became her first published work. My wife, the published writer!

The can was a hit, the design beautiful, and the copy a miniscule novel of pure deconstructionist perfection.

ANYWAY, I brought the children up to Mama one day at work. A cabinet there was full of comestable product that they'd done the designs for, given to them as partial payment (year's supply of coffee drink, anyone?) for a job well done. Virgil found the cabinet and I picked up the digicam that was lying about.

This is the result.

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Best Picture Ever

I would like to offer up my child as an entry in the Best Picture Ever sweepstakes. What do we win? (Click Him.)

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ARCHIVE 01 (To October 5th, 2004)

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