So, it seems like it's been a long time since you've heard from us, but I promise we've been busy working hard on worthwhile pursuits, like getting Obama the nomination, applying to law school, and starting our side project Dücks With Güns (on Rock Band).
However, you'll be happy to hear that we will be playing some shows again soon. We're in the midst of booking an end of March Northern California tour so all of you northerners that have been missing us for the last 2 years get an opportunity to see us again. We will be playing in San Francisco, Chico, Sacramento, Vacaville, and perhaps Tahoe so be sure to come out and represent your city. So, keep the weekends of March 21-23 and March 28-30 open!
Also, as promised we do have some recordings of our last show (Nov.10th at Brewco). You can listen to them on our media page or right here.
Dirty Daniel (f. Chalice Serrano)
Seventy Seven (f. Chalice Serrano)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Nov. 10th Brewco Show
So, we played a show at Westwood Brewing Company on the 10th and I think the hangovers of both band and audience testify to the fun that we had. We also got a good recording of both audio and video (thanks to the people below), so be looking for that media whenever Yaniv and Patrick get it to us (July 2018). Since there are a bunch of people that helped make this show happen, I'm going to take a cue from the Internet and put it in a list format, since apparently that is how humans process information now.
The Top 9 People(s) That We Want To Thank
For those of you that didn't make it here's some more of what you missed:


The Top 9 People(s) That We Want To Thank
- Chalice Serrano for having a really good voice, putting on a hell of a show, being a lot of fun, and learning so quickly to make fun of everyone in Free Rob G
- The Brothers Landau for playing an awesome set (as usual), for mocking the "Hey There Delilah" song (even though some members of Free Rob G might not agree with me), showing us that this IS how you do it, for being a band that our guitarist's girlfriend actually likes
- Patrick for recording us, putting up with constant demands from each of us to turn our channels up, not complaining that I roofied every beer I bought for you, taking my request to play porn on your computer seriously, and being there the whole 10 damn hours of it
- Yaniv and Edaan and other Israelis whose names I don't recall for videotaping us, making sure to linger the cameras in the crotchal region, and getting us an edit as quickly as possible (July 2018)... here is Yaniv's response "Omer Dagan was shooting with the other cam. The other Israelis were just there in case of an Arab attack. Edaan was checking for beards at the front, Ziv was making innapropriate comments at women, and Gal was simply there to account for the Israeli quota of curly hairs, body odor, and gold jewelry. Between the four of us I'm pretty sure we had the Holy Land represented to a tee. Thanks for the gratitude. Hopefully we won't have to bomb your country."
- Kristina Bigdeli for taking still photographs (which you can see here), providing scintillating conversation, and showing up earlier than everyone
- Rachel Fore making me have a show when she was in town (see what I did there?) and being born in November and again for when she chanted "Free Rob G" at the UCLA Battle of the Bands a long time ago
- Tamber for coming to the show, having a birthday in November, not hitting anyone, and especially for not calling me white
- Everyone that showed up randomly at the show, especially the large group of Asians that came up the back stairs looking befuddled and then ended up staying and having a good time (well, it looked like they did anyway)
- Anyone that walked to the show, drove 400 miles to get to the show and were forced to sit at Brewco all day while we set up, those who didn't hook up with the girl that they wanted to at the show, and those of you that spent all Sunday nursing a hangover
For those of you that didn't make it here's some more of what you missed:



Friday, September 14, 2007
We're Going To Be a Band That Plays Shows Again Soon!
Arbi: hey z
Z: Hey Arbi.
Arbi: how come i dont get free rob g spam anymore
Z: Because we've been on hiatus.
Z: Because stupid James likes Obama.
Z: And stupid me had to go to stupid Sacramento.
Z: And stupid Gary and Bert are just.... um, Jews.
Arbi: o
Arbi: bummer
Z: Indeed.
Z: But we will be starting up again soon.
Z: We had our first practice in a long ass time last Sunday.
Z: And I think Gary has booked us at this place in the valley and is going to book a Brewco show.
Z: So, if you're in town you should come and get belligerently drunk.
Arbi: nice
Arbi: i feel pretty confident about my ability to do that
Z: I believe in you.

I feel fully confident that this man will do us proud.
Z: Hey Arbi.
Arbi: how come i dont get free rob g spam anymore
Z: Because we've been on hiatus.
Z: Because stupid James likes Obama.
Z: And stupid me had to go to stupid Sacramento.
Z: And stupid Gary and Bert are just.... um, Jews.
Arbi: o
Arbi: bummer
Z: Indeed.
Z: But we will be starting up again soon.
Z: We had our first practice in a long ass time last Sunday.
Z: And I think Gary has booked us at this place in the valley and is going to book a Brewco show.
Z: So, if you're in town you should come and get belligerently drunk.
Arbi: nice
Arbi: i feel pretty confident about my ability to do that
Z: I believe in you.

I feel fully confident that this man will do us proud.
Soooooo, we are going to start playing shows again soon, so be prepared.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
DO Stop
Maybe it took a couple of things of wine to realize this, but Don't Stop is a pretty emo song and pretty terrible therapeutic advice. So, kids and friends, DO stop looking back until you can't recognize the details of your past. Then you'll be looking at everything through the soft lens of selective memory and will remember everything as fuzzy and happy.
Holden Caulfield thought about it way too early.
Don't be like Holden Caulfield.
" About all I know is, I sorta miss everybody I told about. Even Stradlater and Ackley, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
-The Catcher in the Rye
Holden Caulfield thought about it way too early.
Don't be like Holden Caulfield.
" About all I know is, I sorta miss everybody I told about. Even Stradlater and Ackley, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
-The Catcher in the Rye
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Can't Quit (Don't Stop)
So, this is yet another song that I sent to James and everyone to listen to and with everyone's input, we were able to piece it together pretty damn well. We had a 40-fueled practice and put this song together. Be prepared to hear the difference between what's below and what we'll rock your faces off with at one of our next shows.
She's a silly sad girl
And that's her everslow clock
I'm addicted to her
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
Don't stop looking back
At the tracks
Sealed in wax
Don't stop looking back
At the tracts that somehow you forgot to write
Ever murdered for profit?
Compromised for a buck?
It ain't bad so get off it
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
She's a really rich lady
Not that I give a fuck
She could take up collections
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
This is "(Can't Quit) Don't Stop."
You know it as "Don't Stop."
Mind you, this is a scratch track for me to mess around with harmonies and some stuff. Also, remember this is recorded with Audacity, which is open source and more importantly, has a significantly smaller memory footprint than ProTools. I can get about two mono tracks open in ProTools before I run out of memory. Plus, Audacity takes about 2 seconds to load as opposed to about 20 for ProTools.
So, I feel that Audacity's pros outweigh its cons or namely, it's one huge HUGE con for what I'm trying to do is that the tracks don't sync automatically. There is latency and unless you record an extremely short clip it's not going to sync, so you have to line it up manually and, if there are precision tools, I haven't bothered to find them. Plus, I like the slight temporal difference for the vocals... it's just on this song, for the guitar part, it's sparse and short and you can hear how off sync that part is.
(Can't Quit) Don't Stop
Take a moment and listen
To the sound of it all
Try to picture my thoughts now
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
To the sound of it all
Try to picture my thoughts now
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
She's a silly sad girl
And that's her everslow clock
I'm addicted to her
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
Don't stop looking back
At the tracks
Sealed in wax
Don't stop looking back
At the tracts that somehow you forgot to write
Ever murdered for profit?
Compromised for a buck?
It ain't bad so get off it
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
She's a really rich lady
Not that I give a fuck
She could take up collections
Can't quit! Don't stop! Don't stop!
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Dirty Daniel
So, now James is back and I'm gone. Soon... soon all of Free Rob G will be back in LA and ready to rock.
Well, the title of the song may seem a little autobiographical, but it's really not (though I'm sure I could find some connection to myself). The lines in the song were either going to be "Mighty Majnoon" (from the Iranian tale of lovers Layla and Majnoon, best known in the west as the story that Eric Clapton reminded Pattie Boyd of in order to seduce her away from George Harrison) or "Dirty Dreamcoat" (I mistook the biblical Joseph for the biblical Daniel). This may make more sense with the lyrics first.
Them no
Head gold
Feet stone
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who'd been asked to leave that place of sand
Won't she? Won't she?
Mighty Majnoon\Dirty Dreamcoat\Dirty Daniel sits in his room, telling me stories of doom
Of salt and sand and marching bands, and the virus that has gripped his land
Split the desert, walk on through, this charade is enough for you
And please don't make me applaud, my praise is mine, it's kept for..
God no
Don't roll
That stone
Just yet
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who'd been asked to leave that place of sand
Won't she? Won't she?
And if your boss men count to three
And you wonder just if history
Could be discreet. Accept deceit.
Keeping with the list aspect, here are things I like about the song:
Here's what I don't like:
Well, the title of the song may seem a little autobiographical, but it's really not (though I'm sure I could find some connection to myself). The lines in the song were either going to be "Mighty Majnoon" (from the Iranian tale of lovers Layla and Majnoon, best known in the west as the story that Eric Clapton reminded Pattie Boyd of in order to seduce her away from George Harrison) or "Dirty Dreamcoat" (I mistook the biblical Joseph for the biblical Daniel). This may make more sense with the lyrics first.
Dirty Daniel
Every time I think about it, then I begin to doubt it
She sits on her oily throne, which begins to creak and "Mine," she croaks
And rarely did she grin so gaily, until the day when sons Israeli
Climbed up on Jacob's ladder and fell before heaven, but it didn't hurt
She sits on her oily throne, which begins to creak and "Mine," she croaks
And rarely did she grin so gaily, until the day when sons Israeli
Climbed up on Jacob's ladder and fell before heaven, but it didn't hurt
Them no
Head gold
Feet stone
Heart? No
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who'd been asked to leave that place of sand
Won't she? Won't she?
And if your boss men count to three
And you wonder just if history
Could be discreet. Accept deceit.
And you wonder just if history
Could be discreet. Accept deceit.
Mighty Majnoon\Dirty Dreamcoat\Dirty Daniel sits in his room, telling me stories of doom
Of salt and sand and marching bands, and the virus that has gripped his land
Split the desert, walk on through, this charade is enough for you
And please don't make me applaud, my praise is mine, it's kept for..
God no
Don't roll
That stone
Just yet
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who'd been asked to leave that place of sand
Won't she? Won't she?
And if your boss men count to three
And you wonder just if history
Could be discreet. Accept deceit.
Now this song is very referential and I tried to make it deliberately so. Going back to what I said in an earlier post, this definitely falls more on the scale towards the obscure. However, I enjoy it when I read something or hear something or see something that compels me to further research the topic. Regardless of the validity of that which is compelling the research it is at least serving a productive purpose by encouraging people to look into the topic further, which I think, at least in the way I see the world, is a good thing. Sorry if that sentence was convoluted, because I'm saying it while thinking of a a web film I saw today in the vein of "Loose Change" (9/11 conspiracy theories stuff) and while this does rehash a lot of the same things, it at least was captivating and interesting in a Da Vinci Code sort of way. And, furthermore, it did, in fact make me look up the events and the people that they were referring to. Some of my impromptu research made me agree with the movie... some of it (a lot of it) made me disagree... however, I liked the fact that it was referential, simply because it stimulated my interest and made me discover something I might not have discovered otherwise. OK, tangent's done. (If you want to see the movie, it's here... http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/)
The main theme of the song is the dream of King Nebuchadnezzar that the prophet Daniel (who's being kept in Babylon as a Jewish advisor to the king) not only interprets for him, but also recalls (the king had forgotten it upon waking, but knew it was important). The basic gist of the dream is that there's a big statue and the head is gold, the chest and arms silver, the torso and thighs copper, the legs iron, the feet iron and clay. And they represent all the kingdoms of the world. Then all of a sudden there's a stone and it rolls down and smashes the statue, then it grows larger until it encompasses the whole world. The stone is God. God is a stone.
So, that's the song. And here are two other facts:
- The title of the text file I have the chords written in is percybysshe.txt
- Originally all I had were the first two lines and here's what was at the bottom of the text file (the (were?) was added later):These are (were?) terrible lyrics and I am ashamed of them. I blame drugs.
Keeping with the list aspect, here are things I like about the song:
- 1) The words.
- The little "Them no/Head gold/Feet stone/Heart? No" 7th chord and vocal pattern.
- The part at the end where I am reading from the Book of Daniel in reverse.
Here's what I don't like:
- The rhythm
- Everything else
So, Gary and James and Bert need to get in there and funky or rock or cha cha or riff it up brother and make it work.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Songs by Wikipedia(c): Atalanta
So, it seems like we've been on hiatus forever now. James is off exploring the world and supporting Obama and we're stuck here in podunk LA. However, I have been working on some music and last night sent him a bunch of scratch tracks I made. I'll post some of them here as well.
O Lord, she ran so fast that day
Towards sentiments of promises
Of mine
I tried
The original idea for something concerning the subject matter of this song was The Long Walk, a novella/short story by Richard Bachman (Steven King's pseudonym). I wrote a song when I was first living with Gary and Bert in homage to the short story, but the song was terrible. Almost as terrible as you would expect me writing a song in homage to a short story would be. However, I still reserve the right to base song lyrics on short stories by Steven King... Hollywood does it and so can I. Yet, this isn't that song.
I had a harmonica (Carter's harmonica, that is) and wanted to play with it, so I decided to write a song in C major (because that's the key the harmonica was in). I started just plucking the C chord and then picked up the harmonica and started blowing and sucking (yes, I deliberately said it like that to make you feel uncomfortable) and the first words that I thought in my head were, "When the people/Walked upon the land/She ran"
I decided to not have original thought and instead base my female runner on a figure from Greek mythology, Atalanta. The lyrics are below. They're from the perspective of a suitor that really, really loved her, but wasn't fast enough (there's probably some lame sex joke in there somewhere, but I'm too tired). Oh, also, in the song, the harmonica has a phaser on it in certain parts.
Atalanta
Back when people
Walked upon the land
She ran
She ran
Walked upon the land
She ran
She ran
O Lord, she ran so fast that day
Towards sentiments of promises
Of mine
I tried
She's Georgia <-born-> from Papa's scorn
She loved me once, my shoes are worn
She's off
I've lost
She loved me once, my shoes are worn
She's off
I've lost
My feet are bloody
My mind still clear
She's running past
She's running past
She's running, she's running, running, running past (did she look back?)
My mind still clear
She's running past
She's running past
She's running, she's running, running, running past (did she look back?)
When the people
Walked upon the land
She ran
She ran
They're coming now, I can't away
My love ran past and here I stay
She's gone
I'm lost
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