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Under the Covers with Pinguinos

23 May 2012 3 Comments

Photograph by Dave Senigo

Always more music! “B3 does B3″ is a project that we’ve been working on since the start of 2012.  The participating artists chose some of their favorite fellow B3nsonite’s tunes and are putting their own spin on them.

Pinguinos does Blood
& for next week, Swamp Baby!

 

 

 

 

A special note from me to you:
This  is a long post, but it is most excellent. For maximum enjoyment be sure you have ample reading and listening time before beginning your journey.

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Antony (aka, Blood) wrote a song called “To Sleep On the Floor” on his friend Peter Mollica’s guitar in 2007. Now it’s 2012, and here is Peter (aka, Pinguinos) using that same guitar to cover his friend’s song:


A couple questions for Pete:

WHO is on the recording?:
It was truly an individual effort, so just me.

WHERE was the recording done?:
I awkwardly recorded most of it in the bathroom of my apartment in Astoria. A few bits were recorded in the living room.

HOW did you make the recording?:
Kind of funny to imagine it now – I was sitting on the toilet, seat down, with a kitchen chair in the tub holding the computer, the mBox balanced on the tub’s edge. I was praying water wouldn’t start leaking from the showerhead. I would have been so screwed. I awkwardly jammed the mic stand, the cables and guitar in the bathroom and went to work on a Friday afternoon. It was really uncomfortable. I did a lot of takes… I nailed the guitar part only to realize I didn’t arm to track to record. I wanted to kill everyone ever. Lots of vocal takes too, I hoped my neighbors didn’t think there was a dying cat in the bathroom below.

Materials Used:
Standard fare for me – MacBook, Protools LE, Behringer B-2 Bomber, Original MBox, Seagull Acoustic/Electric and Garageband to make some fake piano for the end. I had no mixing speakers, so I mixed it with headphones and computer speakers(horrible, I know), and exported it 3 dozen times to get something that might sound ok in real life.

Why did you pick this song and artist to cover?:
When looking at the B3nson catalog, I was pretty sure I knew what my cover was going to sound like had I selected a number of artists/songs. In truth, I wanted a challenge. I don’t play enough these days and I needed a push to be creative. Blood (Antofu) is unfortunately one of the least prolific of b3 artists, but when he plays, it’s always an experience. This was one of the least “noisy” of Blood’s songs, which I thought useful in facilitating a cover, at least with my abilities. When I was finally assigned this song, I thought “oh shit, what am I going to do with this?”.  It was an awesome feeling.

WHAT was the hardest and/or most fun part or re-arranging and recording this song?:
Oh, it was hard.  First, figuring out the chords and lyrics. I had to email Antony and he provided what he thought were the basics of the song. I struggled, happily, with the song for at least 2 weeks before I really had any direction. I had a number of different versions I was developing. I wanted to do Blood justice with making an entirely unique, yet, recognizable cover. I really pushed myself to do some things vocally I’ve never done before – as well as balance using effects and “lo-fi”ness that would make Antony proud. It’s probably the most fulfilling cover I’ve done and I’m super glad I chose it for the b3 does b3 project.

AND FOR NEXT WEEK!

Nick, Meg, Mike and Frank; the Babies of Swamp have a new album out! That there link will conveniently take you deeper into the internet where you can find out more about it’s origins in their expanding swamp family, as well as buy a copy for yourself! This Swamp Baby track, an oldy but goody is called “We the Seabird”. It was recorded live at the now defunct Amrose & Sable Gallery in Albany a few years ago and it features special guest Donna Baird doing a blade of grass solo:

Without further ado, the Seabird origin myth from Swamp Baby’s Nick Matulis:

so here’s the story of “we the sea bird”
in 2 parts
pt 1 - i was walking along the beach in half moon bay california when i saw this dead white bird in the sand. it had a long twisted neck like a question mark. it was really white. some sort of bird i don’t think i’ve ever seen before. somehow it seemed too white to be dead, which is a weird thing to say but that’s how it seemed. it looked brand new. i got closer to it and found that it was hard to look at. it was so white it was almost blinding. really, it was hard to tell anything about it by looking at.
eventually i knelt down next to it and i touched it with my pointer finger. it’s body was warm and surprisingly soft like a warm pillow. maybe it was asleep. when i pressed my finger into it, past its soft but stiff feathers, i was pretty surprised to feel a little heartbeat. the pulse wasn’t much, but it was steady. for a second i thought the bird might get up and fly off.
there were lots of seagulls around acting very busy and serious, making lots of noise, their white heads and black eyes and their gray wings tucked against their sides like briefcases. i felt like the white bird was going to get up off the sand and fly off and show these birds something. it was going to teach them how to be real birds, unbothered, less business-like, more graceful. but it didn’t. it really was dead. its neck was broken. its eye sockets were hollowed out by flies. but i kept pressing my magical pointer finger into it anyway, just like E.T., and the heartbeat kept going and going.
i felt pretty magical.
i think i sat there for a while.

pt 2 - so after this experience with the dead bird (and after washing my hands attentively because the bird’s body was more rotten than i realized at first and i definitely touched some goo), i went back to my little trailer and lay on the floor and had a daydream.
then i wrote this song.
there were some lines that popped out of me that didn’t make a lot of sense at the time (which is totally normal), particularly: i watched your mother giving birth, it broke my heart.
who’s mother? not mine. yours. but who’s?
i was lying on the sandy floor of the trailer wondering about this. then finally i concluded sort of disappointingly that it had to do with a movie.
here’s a confession. a couple nights prior to this i’d gone and seen the movie juno with my friends tom and becky. i thought the movie was pretty sucky. but there is a scene at the end where juno is giving birth and george michael from arrested development is there watching it, and i thought about what that would feel like to witness something like that, and how strange it is that we come out of this crazy storm, this sweaty, screaming fit, and we really have no idea; we’re just sliding down a laundry chute as far as we know. we’re totally unconscious to the war that our mothers are fighting outside. we always will be, in a way.
…and that’s sorta kinda what the song’s partly about, i guess. but it’s also about the dead bird and how we bring the dead colorless things around us to life, and how maybe we bring each other to life in the same way, with our E.T. pointer fingers. right? sure. don’t know.

ah ha! auxiliary pt 3
i know i said this was a 2 part story. it is, really. pt 3 takes place two years after the song was written. but songs, since we really don’t know much about them, can work retroactively like this, i think.
so two years passed. and i found my way back to california. everything was very much the same, except now my friends tom and becky were married and they were expecting a child. strangely they asked me to video tape the birth. i was psyched. before-hand we went and watched goats giving birth. they did it standing up. the mother goats ate their placentas immediately after dropping them. the placentas had the strange blue-ish iridescent color of a roast beef sandwich i got on an airplane as a kid. i remember lifting the bread off the top of it and studying it and showing it to my mom for approval. she wasn’t so sure. i think i ate it.
anyway, we watched goats foal and then shortly thereafter becky herself foaled and i tried to video-tape it but instead i flew out of my body and pointed the camera in any random direction. i’ve never seen the tape. but the paul simon line: spinning in infinity comes to mind. it broke my heart but not in the way i thought it would when i wrote the song.
so that’s the story, that’s the epilogue. that’s when my friend charlotte was born. charlotte who is commonly known as C.
that’s when the song was finished finished.
we the sea bird
we the C bird

3 Comments »

  • Anto(ny) said:

    Totally not what I was expecting, but a very interesting deconstruction/elongation/approach. The song remains recognizable while being transformed, creating an atypical Pinguinos style and ultimately becoming a totally different song that still stays true. Well done!

  • Terd said:

    Very nice!!!

  • Bernie F. said:

    Regarding the 2nd half- so glad we got Nick to come out of Internet-hiding for this. And now I want a whole book of song creation myths.
    And lastly, but not leastly, looking forward to Baron Aaron’s version of Seabird!

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