Lemon Party. Recording diary (gross).

Around two years ago, me, Jacob and Hank formed a band.  We called it Lemon Party after a popular website that if you know it clearly says more about us choosing to name ourselves after it than anything about the band.

 

Me, Jacob, and Hank doing something stupid and pointless. Lemon Party.

We mainly wrote and played Pains of Being Pure at Heart rip off songs.  Which is bizarre, because Hank staunchly refuses to play any cover songs, when everything we did at first was pretty much that.  Also, I love cover songs and think we should cover a whole bunch of stuff.  We don’t play any of the early shit any more, except for one.  Which is the most blatant rip off of any song I’ve ever heard, and I wrote it.  It’s worse than a cover.  Anyways, we added our friend and roommate Evan on second guitar a couple months ago and are now trying to record an EP of sorts in our practice space.

 

Lemon Party with Evan. Mad photoshop skillz.

Since I realize that the amount of years I have to just fuck around and not do anything with my life (recording an album of my terrible songs definitely being a shining example of that) are starting to dwindle, I figured it’d be sort of nice to document this moment in our lives.  In blog form.  Because yea, probably never gonna do anything this self-indulgent again.  My sister is transforming young minds and hearts being a teacher in Honduras, all my friends are doing stuff like teaching English in Japan or getting fancy jobs with salaries and rubbing shoulders with bigwigs, and I’m doing this.

On second thought, Jacob has a flip cam, that would sure as hell be more efficient than this.  And less of a slog to get through for whoever reads it.  Sorry.  Also, it’s yet another gimmick i’m trying to get me to write on here more regularly.  So yea.  Lemon Party recording diary.  I hate the word diary.  But that’s what it is.  Stay tuned.  Or don’t.  It’s your life, i’m not going to tell you what to do.  Stick up for yourself, you pussy.