I started a new job last Thursday at Human Rights Watch. My official job title is Associate in Development and Outreach. I’ve spent the first few days getting settled in, oriented, and setting up meetings. The office is half empty right now since many of the staff are out on holiday, but things should pick up soon. More later!
A Portrait of the Artists as Hot Young Freaks, a biography of Hepnova (the band formerly known as The Ronald Raygun), by Jon Rodis (pictured sitting above).
Stay tuned for the new Hepnova album late 2007/early 2008!
A blog post from Hepnova’s newest member, vocalist and multi-instrumentalist, Sophia Chang:
7 August 2007
Hallo Future Fans of Hepnova!
Your songbirdie friend is on a gay-cased laptop (it’s “red” but on a white background it’s slightly on the pink side) (it’s a MacBook – hey it’s Hep property, I didn’t choose this) writing to you from Scottsdale, AZ, where they paved paradise (paradise being the desert) and put up a golf course and a million-dollar-home-estate.
Other than a band and roadie dinner on Sat. at some 50’s theme diner, I’ve been living in the studio. Literally. The guest house in which my bandmate’s parents have put me up is also “the studio”. (the marble tile makes fantastic acoustics. Damn, now you know our
Yesterday, Day 2, we did an interview for a podcast for the band website.
Today was Day 3 of recording and the worst thing happened – the AC that’s been running nonstop to counteract the 100 degree days has ravaged my voice. I woke up sounding like those adolescent white girls at the mall who smoke and use hairspray. To my dismay, I couldn’t lay down the lead track to my new dance song to which the Hepboys added a great ska/calypso flava as requested.
To get my blood pumping in an effort to reclaim my vocal range, I went for a swim in L.S.’s oddly-shaped pool. Geometrically inspiring…not quite so lap-swim-friendly. It was going well until I saw the very cute, very dead lizard floating in one corner. Poor thing. That was still okay too…until I saw the mashed mouse feeding some flies NEXT to the pool. To my credit, I kept diagonally swimming for a little bit more.
We’ve laid down the bones of a few really awesome songs. I’m super excited about them.
We’ve also cooked three different leftover-based pastas. My schedule is still skewed badly. I’m without adequate eye make-up remover, coupled with the fact that sweat is apparently the missing secret ingredient in waterproof eyeliner (no wonder my makeup doesn’t stay on in freezing Frisco), makes me look like I have permanent Rocky Balboa eyes.
L.S. and I are going to see the true Phoenix site tomorrow: the mega mall. Awww yeah. I need to buy some hair dye so I can punk out my bangs. (Won’t be getting the perm until NYC).
Here’s a photo of our first night of recording.