I've been a little down-in-the-mouth for the past few days, and haven't felt like writing, but I thought that I'd share this quick story with you.
I am a part of this little group of talented, interesting, and cool musicians (I don't count myself among them) who frequent the same IRC Channel, talk a lot online, and also sometimes collaborate over the internet. Another thing that we sometimes do is broadcast concerts to the other people in this little clique, using an Icecast Server. Two of the guys in our group set up dedicated Icecast servers, and if I want to broadcast myself playing guitar from my home, I send my broadcast to one of the Icecast servers using a tool called BUTT (Broadcast Using This Tool), and the other people in our group hit a particular URL at the Icecast server, and they can listen. Don't worry, this is relevant.
So, tonight, my friend Mike and his girlfriend Valorie played a few gigs, and their second gig was at some sort of dive bar in the sticks of North Carolina. After their set, he fired up his netbook and started chatting with us on IRC. Then he fired up BUTT, and let us listen to the band that played after them. The band was called Cattle Truck, and they sounded exactly like you would imagine. :-)
So there I was, sitting on my sofa with my earbuds in, listening to Cattle Truck, drinking a brewski, and eating vegetarian chili (that's as Redneck as I get). It's almost as if I went out to get rowdy, without having to leave my living room, and it was fun!
I couldn't help but be transported back in time to the original Blues Brothers movie, however, when I heard bottles breaking in the background. I am wondering if the stage in this bar had chicken wire in front of it, like the stage in Bob's Country Bunker, in the movie. I'd like to think it did.
I am a part of this little group of talented, interesting, and cool musicians (I don't count myself among them) who frequent the same IRC Channel, talk a lot online, and also sometimes collaborate over the internet. Another thing that we sometimes do is broadcast concerts to the other people in this little clique, using an Icecast Server. Two of the guys in our group set up dedicated Icecast servers, and if I want to broadcast myself playing guitar from my home, I send my broadcast to one of the Icecast servers using a tool called BUTT (Broadcast Using This Tool), and the other people in our group hit a particular URL at the Icecast server, and they can listen. Don't worry, this is relevant.
So, tonight, my friend Mike and his girlfriend Valorie played a few gigs, and their second gig was at some sort of dive bar in the sticks of North Carolina. After their set, he fired up his netbook and started chatting with us on IRC. Then he fired up BUTT, and let us listen to the band that played after them. The band was called Cattle Truck, and they sounded exactly like you would imagine. :-)
So there I was, sitting on my sofa with my earbuds in, listening to Cattle Truck, drinking a brewski, and eating vegetarian chili (that's as Redneck as I get). It's almost as if I went out to get rowdy, without having to leave my living room, and it was fun!
I couldn't help but be transported back in time to the original Blues Brothers movie, however, when I heard bottles breaking in the background. I am wondering if the stage in this bar had chicken wire in front of it, like the stage in Bob's Country Bunker, in the movie. I'd like to think it did.
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