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Ok. Maybe the Seuss reference was a little easy. But there are Chinese scientists experimenting on how cloned animals can pass altered genes onto their offspring (one little piggy… two little piggy), and they picked pigs. And they picked the color green. So I blame them.
Last night, I helped my buddy Michael crank out some ads for Yamaha Music Schools. Michael’s an awesome art director. You can check him out at michaelmaciolek.com
There are no one man bands.
So your mom thinks your the sickest guitarist since Hendrix. And? Everyone’s got a mom. Far fewer have what it takes to prove it to other musicians every day. Bring your skills to Yamaha Music Schools, and learn the ropes from some of the best musicians in the biz. You might even find your John, Ringo and George.
Good thing the B-Boys got together.
They took Zeppelin’s drum beats, chords from Pink Floyd and rifts from the Psycho score — then shook ‘em all up and came up with a sound no one can imitate. And that’s what it’s about. At Yamaha Music Schools, talented people collide every day. Sharing ideas and pushing past what’s been done. Ch-check it out.
He could have been one of those street performers.
Rivers Cuomo had mastered the guitars, drums, clarinet, harmonica and piano. He probably could have juggled that cymbal rig, too. But in 1992, he plugged in with the boys of Weezer and never looked back. It’s like that at Yamaha Music Schools. You won’t just learn the skills. You’ll meet musicians you’ll play with for rock eternity.
It was the king of crappy days. So Nate and Ryan surprised me with this awesome painting. It was done by this artist who paints famous people on plywood. And well, its kind of my image double. (Really, it’s Ally Sheedy.)
What’s awesome is this possession strikes the perfect joy-to-stuff ratio. The friends that brought it my way are the joy, and it’s pretty cool “stuff” to hang on a wall.
This is Easter. He’s pretty much the coolest thing ever.
I got him from a guy who lived behind a car dealership in Denver, CO. He tried to sell me tons of stuffed heads, but Easter was the only one for me. He’s a very soulful buffalo who was cut down in his prime. We hang out when I’m at work, and he loves it when I bounce ideas off of him.