Won’t leave you hangin that much, particularly now that anything to do with the EP has been struckthrough, a new development since I wrote that last entry, even. So just the facts:
–I wouldn’t have been able to blog about either of the gigs anyway, because I leave for Slovakia tomorrow morning and most likely will not have internet access until I get back to Bosnia in September.
–I’m a little bit manic-depressive and a lot too sensitive to outside things. These have combined since coming to BiH in new and ahem exciting ways, with all the external problems, plus a lot of other personal problems I don’t share on this blog, having little to no support structure, etc., to create for me days like yesterday.
–But yesterday wasn’t done with just a nice dose of depression, no sir. The EP story…
So we have an ok rehersal yesterday afternoon, I’m sure there will be some fuck ups tonight at the gig, but we’ll plow through them and in general rock, as long as there is a good crowd with some energy. I will definately have NO voice after the gig. Just as well.
After we were done, around 7:30, the guys took me to pick up the CD’s. I immediately got a bad feeling when I was no longer dealing with the guy I had been dealing with all along, but was picking up the CD’s from these two gangster-looking guys working out of their low-rider Benz. I got back in our car with the CD’s and immediately Elvis goes, “Were they mofia or what?” I said, “I’m never doing business with that guy again.” But I got my CD’s, they didn’t look half bad, so that was that. I thought.
I got home and first thing stuck one in the CD player. I was never concerned about the music reproduction because, after all, this is now digital to digital reproduction, exactly like when you or I burn a CD on our computer: an exact copy, and you don’t have to be a techie to burn a CD on a computer, right? I was checking the disk more for skips or improper tracking (the pirated CD’s here are almost never tracked correctly, meaning “track 1” is the first song plus a split second of song 2–a major pain in the ass when you have your CD player on “random”)……but I popped it in and immediately, within a second, could tell something was horribly wrong…
You’re thinking: “The CD contained Bosnian turbo-folk music!” NO! That, my friend, would have been great–at least some hilarity to go along with my shock, disappointment and confusion.
The sound quality was simply horrible. It sounded like an analog recording reproduced 100 times (you know, like a tape of a tape of a tape … + 98 more times). My heart immediately sunk to the ground floor (we live on the 4th). I tried another one in disbelief…how could they fuck this up? …but it was exactly the same shitty quality. I had one of my 2 masters sitting right there, so I confirmed that it was fine; it was. I thought maybe the master I gave them was fucked up somehow, so I ran and grabbed it from the other room; it was fine too. I tried yet another CD off a different spindle and it was the same. I was fucked.
I called M in hysterics, I didn’t even know where she was or if she was going to help me. It was almost 9pm on a Tuesday and I was alone in a city that loves to hate me, up against some mobsters who had just ripped me off.
More than that, much worse than that, all my plans for execution were fucked. Tonight was to be the EP release party. The presence of a great recording for sale at the show was going to bring it’s own energy. I would have the disc at Greenbelt. And most importantly, in my mind, the disc would get into some hands in the UK, where I want to get signed, sell out, and follow the dream however it is possible to be played out.
Now that was mostly just fucked right up the ass. Excuse my colorful metaphor. But this being the last minute and all, there was no fixing this problem in time.
Keeping in mind, dear audience, all two of you I’m sure at this point in this rambling narrative, that this is all on the day of one my most severe attacks of depression ever.
M was out somewhere, and she offered to help me out and asked if I wanted her friends to come with. I said, yeah, that might be good. I called the guy I got the CD’s from, told him the problem, and we decided to meet right away to talk about it. M came and picked me up and we went to where those friends were hanging out. One friend in particular is this older guy with tons of connections all over the city. He first called the guy I was dealing with…oh first when he heard his name he just shook his head…but anyway it was too late for that…then things got a little out of control…
I just wanted some emotional backup, but I got a touch more than that…M’s friend called the kind of guys everyone is afraid of, apparently. Already long story short, the 4 of us went up the restaurant with the CD’s, I explained to Jr. Gangster Kid the problem, he just shrugged his shoulders and said what do you want, I said a refund, there was some hoo-ing and haw-ing, and then, and this I did not see at all, only heard about it, so it could all be bullshit, I don’t even know, -those guys- showed up, just in their car in the parking lot, and within a few seconds I was getting my money back.
But it wasn’t really about the money, and it was probably an honest mistake, and while M thoroughly enjoyed the power-pull, I could’ve really cared less. My plan was blown, full stop.
I bought the CD sleeves from somebody else, so I now have 280 CD sleaves and no CD’s. Today I’m burning copies of the disk to take to GB, to at least give away to people. Funny thing is, I could’ve probly burnt the 280 in 2 days with my two burners…even with my shit software I could’ve done a better, faster job by myself, with just some CD labels, than this guy did. When I get back in September, I’ll start looking at companies in the States who do CD printing, and it will be the end of the year before I see any CD’s that way, but at least I know they’ll be OK.
CRACKTOWN! I’m going to need some junk just to make it much longer here!…
OH and the other news is this whole thing has definately convinced me to just release the tracks on the web…just can’t figure out where and how…I think that would soak my bandwidth limits here…I’m thinking some friends in the States could get it on the P2P nets pretty quick…
See you in a few weeks…unless I see you in person sooner…