The first podcast from New York City and one of the first Indie Music Podcasts to hit the scene - Tracks Up the Tree has been reviewed “Out of all the music podcasts I’ve listened to, this is the first one that has played music that I universally liked” by the New Podcast Review. Adopting the unique stance of only playing music from artists websites who make their tracks available online, Tracks Up the Tree is podcast semi-live from Brooklyn NY and delivers the best indie music to be found on the internet. “Making Indie Your Main Stream”
Out and about in the world recording various parts of it on film. My only word of caution this holiday season is don’t drink eggnog too fast, or you will hurl.
I will be back to regular posts shortly, hopefully with a new found ability to touch type. Fingers crossed!
My exploits in touch typing have convinced me of 4 things.
* I am as dexterous a medium sized bull
* It isn’t as easy as it looks on science fiction movies where people type faster than Steven King on meth
* My cat managed to jump on my keyboard and to spell _rembrandt_ her first try
* When examined, my keyboard has accumulated some nasty things between the keys
(Steven King writes a book a week, so I bet he touch types really, really fast.)
So, back in college you created your own adaptation of _The Lord of The Rings_ on a film camera you borrowed from the AV department. You were so proud of your gem that you paid the exorbitent price to get your movie burned onto a DVD, so eventually you could send it to studios to be optioned. Unfortunately, no one shared your vision, and your DVD sat on your living-room shelf collecting dust instead of royalties.
Years later, during a late night bout with insomnia brought on by a _sea-food_ burrito, you found your movie and watched it in all it’s glory. Although dated and terribly edited, you saw promise that a little modern day editing could uncover. Here is the problem, the footage was shot on a camera that you no longer have access to and all you have is the film. You check around and getting your film digitized would cost a small fortune. Dejected, you lie awake at night imagining the fame that awaits you.
Christmas trees are out in a vengeance throughout Manhattan. I had a crazy image of the trees taking over the streets and the sidewalks of new York becoming forests.
When I was young, I used to love Muenster cheese, because I thought it was called Monster cheese. I used to imagine that the yellow-orange outer coating was part of it’s monster quality. I imagined Frankenstein eating loads with the wolf man.
*When I found out it wasn’t called Monster cheese I was devistated.*