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City: Los Angeles
State: California
Country: US
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009 

Current mood:  confused
I went and saw one of my favorites, the Meat Puppets, yesterday at my workplace for an exclusive instore performance.  They were full of piss and vinegar and really put on a great show.  About half new tunes and half oldies, including one of the better performances of "Up On The Sun" I've heard.  The new songs were pretty damn good too, which prompted me to buy their new disc "Sewn Together".  I was a little skeptical at first because of how much I DIDN'T enjoy the last one "Rise To Your Knees".  Really didn't enjoy it.  But the new songs had so many signifiers of the band's 90's output that I love, I couldn't help but get into them.  I took the record home.  The wax is pretty far out orange and green splatter. COOL!  Cover doesn't look that bad. COOL!.  I throw it on and in comes one of the songs I heard at the show.  COOL!  but what heinous din graces my ears?  AUTO TUNED VOCALS!  It looks like the Kirkwoods(or their engineer, or all three)  decided to clean up Curt and Cris's faltering warbling mumble harmoies this time around.  Perhaps taking a cue from former label mate Bob Mould?  Not as exaggerated as some of Bob's endeavors into sonic perfection, but immediately recognizable to anyone who's recorded their own singing voice with something as simple as an answering machine, or ANYONE who's heard somebody ACTUALLY SING before.  Needless to say, what a fucking let down! They finally got together a decent set of songs and nailed down a way to groove with their new drummer, and here someone goes and fucks up one of the most charming things about this band.  The production is on par with "No Joke", layering myriad guitar parts and percussion, with the rhythm staying thick like molasses.  But then the Kirkwood turned Senor Roboto cuts through the soul-destroying bubble bath sludge and just makes things .... WEIRD.  I don't know if this is a good weird or bad weird.  I'm all for artists taking hold of new technologies to make something new, but this one is a little more heartbreaking for me.  Maybe I've invested too much of my youth loving this band's older albums to take this at face value, but I am trying to.  It just feels really off-putting.  But maybe this is how some fans felt when they flipped over "My War" for the first time, or when "Nevermind" completely eclipsed "Bleach", or when "Terrapin Station" came out. It's just weird dude.



Currently listening:
Sewn Together
By Meat Puppets
Release date: 2009-05-12
Monday, April 27, 2009 

Current mood:cunty
A friend of mine recently showed me what exactly Last.fm was.  my my...WHAT A CLUSTERFUCK!  Seriously.  This shit is fucked.  OK, I understand that more people now are making music than ever before, if not only because of the access people have to the sound making machines, but also the misunderstood illusion that someone halfway across the globe will hear it and make a connection with the artist.  Bullshit.  disconnected. 1 billion people screaming at the top of their tits(myself included)  and nobody listening, does not a healthy community dialogue make.  As I was saying, Last.fm is fucked. a completely confusing clusterfuck amalgam of random information that only serves detrimental slices of pother pie.  I'm venting here in violent reaction to my pisspoor representation on said website.  To clear things up I'll let you know what belongs to me California Adam Payne,    Who clears this shit without contacting the fucking artists anyway? that's right, ARTISTE du FU-CKING!! Description is me.  Picture not. Videos not.  Streaming music me. I know nobody cares about this save the 295 people who've checked this page out, but I just got back from a $50 psychiatrist appointment and i'm peeved.  that's it. I'm California Payne from now on.



http://www.last.fm/music/Adam+Payne

Currently reading:
I Wish You Love: Conversations With Marlene Dietrich
By Eryk Hanut
Tuesday, April 21, 2009 

Current mood:  hot
Category: Sports
Howdy. I've recently done a movie blog on amoeba music site. I'll update at least once a week. Check it out if ya'll are interested in le cinema.

http://www.amoeba.com/movies/movies-we-like/contributors/arizona-phossils/page1.html

-adam
Currently listening:
Music from Niger: Guitars from Agadez, Vol. 2
By Group Bombino
Release date: 2009-01-20
Tuesday, April 14, 2009 

Current mood:pumping

from: Agenzia Radicale

by GIUSEPPE CELANO

Adam Payne returns to the Holy Mountain with a disc burning. The one-man-band, compared with a sound danzereccio, nervous, of those who are beating their feet. The arrangements are full of fuzz. Inside this disk you can find the indie, rock, the Sex Pistols.

The song-wirting reminiscent of Disonaur Jr and the delicate intro of "In Hell" will surprise you then turned into a series of changes to the heart! Where this is directed not know is, what is clear is that will not stop easily.

After learning all the rules of various kinds, and especially to ignore them break, Payne manufactures a multifaceted, open-minded, his trip began in the best way, perhaps not involve those who like linear pathways, but certainly this will drive many followers. impregnable shamanic dance "Wind Wind Wind / Take A Look."

The body scattered here and there, distorted guitars, pop choruses and background noise are put into these pearls of a disarming beauty. The summa of all that is indelibly etched in "Incidental Arrangement, powerful instrumental.

If we had filled in the sixties, the mixture suitable as a fuel, it would be good peyote, mescaline of, alcohol in abundance and plenty of imagination, and the game would be done. Adam has chosen a shooter, one of those mistakes do not miss a shot to pay. Six songs, six centers, there is no more to say!

Lament:
When will some flaxen haired bombshell named Gabriella or Isabella kidnap me in the middle of the night, drug me, throw me on a Leer Jet, hold me prisoner in a villa on the Amalfi Coast, and force me to make records at gunpoint while she paints voraciously and sings Lakme's "Flower Duet" with her pet capuchin monkey; Whisky. a boy can hope...
Currently reading:
Invitation to a Beheading
By Vladimir Nabokov
Release date: 1989-09-19
Monday, February 23, 2009 

Current mood:cunty
I must give my apologies to anybody, friend or foe, who came to the house party on friday to see th residual echoes play their last show and didn't recieve said package.  No apologies however to the forces that prevented us from playing.  It was too late, there were too many bands, and there was some prickdom afoot that i won't get into.  Either way, we might do something somewhere else, sometime, maybe... Punks is hippies...  I'll try to be a little clearer about what this means as a last show.  This line-up of Greg Arnold, Allen Blyle and myself is kaput for now.  No bad blood.  Greg's got his band, HRSES and Allen will pursue his career in children's music, i.e. APPLE BRAINS. 
I'll be ever present on the internet and missing in real life while recording for the next few months with OLIVERHALL and my nifty new microphone and tape machine.   A download/vinyl(?) era of the Big Drum Recordings label is in the works as well. With a website and mailorder and everything. Can't wait to hear the new Dinosaur album. 
Currently reading:
Hollywood's Hellfire Club: The Misadventures of John Barrymore, W.C. Fields, Errol Flynn and the Bundy Drive Boys
By Gregory William Mank
Thursday, February 12, 2009 

Current mood:  animated


Maybe if I'd put a 35 minute track of am radio static as the first song they would've liked it a little more.  No bother.  This is actually the first BAD REVIEW I've ever seen on their blog(don't kid, it is a blog), so that's got to amount for something.  I did also make one of the most pointless, worst records ever(see Rock-a-Rolla magazine's review of MFIGBSP). 

From aquariusrecords. org
"Adam Payne of Residual Echoes fame returns with a truly solo album. It's one of those where your appreciation (or lack thereof) of his singing may make it or break it for you. To us, his vocals here kinda sound like an uninspired, more conventional Dave Thomas (Peru Ubu). And rather than the blown out heavy psych weirdness (with some '80s SST label art-punk stylings) that we were used to from Residual Echoes, this is mostly much more of a straight ahead indie rock/bar rock blend, unfortunately tending towards the latter half of that equation. Sorry, we just weren't into most of this, at least not compared to Payne's earlier work in the Echoes, who we do really really like.
Not that this doesn't have its moments. For instance, the eight and a half minute meandering track five, "Incidental Arrangement" is a lovely, sinewy psych guitar instrumental that does sound rather SST (and also reminds us of the Sun City Girls)."

P.S. I know it was you, BloggerZ!

This is what I've been doing since giving up music.


Currently listening:
Mozart - Die Zauberflöte (The Magic Flute) / Keenlyside, Roschmann, Hartmann, Damrau, Selig, Allen, Sir Colin Davis, Covent Garden
Release date: 2003-09-23
Sunday, February 01, 2009 

Current mood:  argumentative
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..........

I am playing at Hyperion Tavern this Tuesday Feb. 3rd. It's a solo electric guitar and vocal set. So if anybody read the City Beat article and thought we were gonna light our shit on fire and lick the sun, you will be disappointed. Don't expect a band because we wouldn't be allowed to play at a decent volume there. I'll be playing material from "Organ", "Seconds", "California", and some covers.

Everything is fucked. The market hasn't even crashed yet. Apparently it will fully hit the shit on February 9th, the night we will play the Smell with some killer new bands. and friends.
lemme get back on track. If you've got the time and money, please take a look at the two newest records.

first being... Adam Payne's Residual Echoes Bandh - "Seconds EP:Penitentiary Loaf" CD available through GIFTEDCHILDRRENRECORDS.COM ... It's a homemade meat and potatoes 4 track expedition from my sabbatical to San Francisco in the winter of 2007.

the second being.....Adam Payne - "Organ" CD & LP available through HOLYMOUNTAIN.COM. This one is a FULL LENGTH ALBUM. Don't believe any online stores saying it's an EP. Jus cos it's got 6 tracks on it doesn't mean it's a fucking EP! "Ascension" has ONE track! "Faust Tapes" doesn't have any tracks! It's not a psychedelic record either. That word doesn't mean anything. it's like tapioca. So it IS a tapioca record.
Currently watching:
Through a Glass Darkly
Sunday, August 10, 2008 

Current mood:  loved

Howdy ya'll.  This has been a strange summer for sure.  Looks like there's a new record coming out very soon. CD actually, no vinyl this time.  All the info for it's downstairs...I think it's pretty darn good. Still don't know why I decided to put my name in front of the band, probably won't in the future.  I'll just keep them separate from now on. I swear. 

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Gifted Children Records is proud to announce a new release from Adam Payne's Residual Echoes entitled, Seconds EP: Penitentiary Loaf due out September 16th, 2008. This nine track limited edition CD features tracks recorded between 2006-2008.

Born and raised in Los Angeles, Adam Payne was another mulatto weirdo tike schlepping through private schools, I'm guessing playing SST and Frank Zappa tapes in his mom's car during rush hour traffic. Played in punk rock bands in Jr. high school, getting in and out of jazz soon followed. Eventually he booked it to red-alert status Santa Cruz in September 2001 where one gets the feeling he was really born, and born while bored. Residual Echoes fell into Payne's lap from the ashes of meat-thrashers, AMCIS (Another Midget Caught In Spokes), two weeks before begging to play a flag burning Fourth of July party. Immediately after their set, they were accosted & taken prisoner by a bevy of bespectacled Trotskyite radicals and prodded with endless hours of interrogation concering their motives. They were released under the agreement that they would have as many people join the band as they could. As it was, "Residual Echoes" was a name set aside for recording projects only, but after the self-release of their "1st Album" album, Payne decided to truck on, playing out to see what happened, and thank God he did.
After several releases, an ever changing line-up, and years (and years and years) of home recordings under Payne's belt, Seconds brings us half-breed acoustolectrik folk, rock, and doo-wop-pop hallucinations… All spun together with home-fi budget electronics and German excursions. Another engaging mess from the Echoes. (Limited Edition, 300 qty.

Preorders are available now.
$9, postage paid.

Go to www.giftedchildrenrecords.com to order!

Happy Trails Buckaroos!

Currently listening:
Unfairground
By Kevin Ayers
Release date: 2008-03-11
Thursday, May 01, 2008 

Current mood:  breezy

Thanks to eveybody who ordered the 6789866 cassettes.  They are gone! Don't worry Stacie. You'll get your copy soon. Some of that stuff should pop up on some other release at some point. Mostly, the longing to be issued double LP "Near End Signals". Still working the kinks out on that one. 2010? dunno.   The "Seconds" CD is en producto and should be available soon on Gifted Children. There'll prolly be some shows for that too in the summer and such.  Also in the works is my first offically solo record. Considering that the original impetus behind Residual Echoes has more or less shriveled into a dusty scrotal casing, any more releases won't be tagged as such unless they feature the boys themselves. 

And speaking of the boys, Dave & Jerry's "San Francisco Water Cooler" LP is prime and essential spring-time listening.  http://www.kdvsrecordings.org/ This is up there as one of my favorite sunny records.  I know what these guys listen to so I won't drop a lot of obscuro 80's lo-fi references.

SFWC is gleefully tackling the noise and pop idea with one foot in irreverance and the other in the domain too-much-talent-for-their-own-good. I'm not talking about playing fast. I'm talking about ideas. They whizz past like gusts of Santa Ana winds and before you've sneezed something else has popped up.  Kicking through the first door is THE summer hit "Rocker's Escape". They strap on their jet packs right off the bat and go wide-eyed into the white dawn. The vocals float by like fuzzy thought bubbles housing hapless, stoned, and grinning faces just stoked to be here.  Buzzing trumpet and fuzzface guitar knock you over like stubbing your drunk toe.  Landing on a placid pond somewhere, "Bertha Roentgen's Left Hand Ring" smooths out the rollicking Denver-isms of the opener.  Rowing down the H2O with your loved one with a steady country rock groove.  One of the most obtuse vocal melodies ever written loops back around and around until it leads you to the front again.  It's hard to remember where you started.  Your tour guides might be stoned but they've rowed these waters 1,000 times before and could take you through it blindfolded in the pitch black of night.  Which rears it's furtive head on "First Emergence". Dark clouds of pitch black scuzz break apart and cause some serious turbulence. Sounds like they did make a wrong turn, but we must continue on. The sediment clears on side two and we make our way to shore. Some abandoned military outpost, decaying with mildew, vines..crumbling stone...infested with wet insects and birds too lazy to head south.  Time stays still where the "Winter Otter" sleeps.  Guess you'll make camp here.  Bundle up with said loved one. The guides disappear.  You drift off to slumber and are startled out of it by a brooding "Goat Head Apparition" in the form of a chord-organ guitar duel. It's only a dream.  There's a whole camp there waiting for you with food and drink. It's time to let the good times roll "Down By Dry Crik" and stay outside when the sun's out. 

sebadohdeadcskipspenceapplesinstereoroyaltrux-I COULDN'T HELP IT !

Saturday, April 05, 2008 

I still have a few cassettes left. $5.oo through paypal.  The CD-R however, will now be released as a Real CD on Gifted Children Records with a real cover and whatnot.  It won’t be finished for a while but please stay tuned.

I’ve just finished a series of archival material set for release.  The first is a 60 minute cassette of pre-Echoes sound material under the 6789866 moniker called "Electrik Basement Activity".  All stuff recorded from 1999-2003.  ltd. to 30 copies.  Write me if you’re interested. residualechoes@gmail.com

The second is a 30 minute CD-R for Penny Ante’s new CD-R project.  It will be under the Echoes moniker.  It’s called "Seconds EP:Penitentiary Loaf". It consists of all material recorded in San Francisco last December, buttressed  by an excerpt from the only recording by Orgeon featuring Nick, Chris, and Aaron from Mammatus and myself.   300 copies.