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This is a blog created/kept unkempt by the band A Relative Term to express the process of recording their next full length album. They will poke each other in the eyes, whack each other's noses, butt heads repeatedly, and run in circles on the floor for your enjoyment.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

photographic evidence

hey- it's 'not mark' here updating with some photo-graphs.

check 'em-
Why is Mark so tall?

Seriously, he's like 6'14and1/2"

The pale green light still has some shine...

Shure KSM 141.  Very nice on the acoustic guitar.

Beyer M500 ribbon mic very nice for Jake's ambient guitar magic

He's a little shorter now, must be close to time to rock...

Damn, now he's really short.  My rock just shrunk him...

Mirror mirror on the wall...

Neumann TLM 103 as heard on vocals and glockenspiel
 and a bass player

The Fleetwood Mac drum sound, waiting to happen.

He's a sneaky sunuvabitch...

He's a drunk sunuvabitch...

He's a ruthless documentarian of embarrassing moments...

He's almost tired of this now...

Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...

After Midnight reunion rehearsal...

Airman Rodriguez...

Delmont brought rock!

Brought to you by the letter 'K'

And the fine folks at Rolling Rock...

'A Relative Term is a straight up bitch, fuck me doggie samm!'

Mr. Russell Crouse wearing the shirt of a real band!

Monday, November 28, 2011

It's so hard to dance with your brass

It's true. When was the last time you saw someone dancing with a sax, a trumpet, or a trombone that actually looked cool. It's damn near impossible.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

And last but certainly not least, exhibit C:

In fact the only credible instance of someone dancing with a brass instrument I can think of was by neither a musician nor a dancer. And really it's probably only cool because it exemplifies the goofiness of the 80s.

The moral of this story?

Never play cards with a guy who's got the same first name as a city.


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Meet Jake Bernhardt

That's right.

I've been watching the Baltimore Ravens the past three or four weeks and, in not all that much time, I began to notice something. Ray Lewis gets more face time on tv than pretty much any player/coach/ref/ball-boy I've seen. It's kind of amazing. This past weekend, in a game against the Bengals, there was a camera on Ray Lewis' face 6 times in the last two minutes of the game alone (seven if you want to count the slow motion instant replay of RL's reaction to a play on the field). And he was injured. Not even in the GAME!
Like I said, kind of amazing. He'll get more face time during one game than some players will get in their entire career.

Which brings me to Jake- the face time man of A Relative Term. As it happens Jake typically gets a lot of play in these videos, and this next one is no exception.

"A Blazing Fire" was our last song to record all the basic tracks- it's official, there are 15 songs that are moving on to the next stage of adding drums/flutes/record-scratches/flugelhorn section(s).

Rock and roll


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Frailty and Finality

Even at our best we are nothing more than frail animals endlessly spinning on a floating chunk of rock.

Raise your glass to all small things cherished.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

we also got donkey shows, Mötley Crüe, and cake

As we've been moving along, recording the basic tracks of each song and moving to the next, the weight of work that still needs to be done seems to be piling up in an almost snowball-esq fashion. One of our main obstacles, which we've known about for some time, is to figure out how to get drums on some of these songs. My recording gear allows only 2 inputs and Peter's rig is tied to his apartment, which is connected to his many neighbors who I'm sure already hate us for layering droning bass and guitar all over their Sunday afternoons/evenings. Then there's that other tiny obstacle of actually finding a talented drummer.

Enter Brandon Delmont, drummer of Sun Of The Sun and all around stellar dude.

The rest is history/present/workinprogress


Thursday, November 3, 2011

There's too much corn syrup in this duck sauce

I'm mostly sure that Jack Topht is the guy in that documentary film about some overlooked independent music scene that when you see you think to yourself, "how the fuck have I not heard of this guy before".

Pretty sure.