Re: Thank You, Leesburg! We love you!
For those of you without access to the lexicographical resources my esteemed colleague from Winchester, (ie. Seth has a large vocabulary and/or a dictionary; you have neither…) I offer this summary of Friday evening:
We had a party in a parking lot…the toddler in the Darth Vader outfit was quite cute and seemed to really dig our music…worshipping God outside on October 31st is pretty cool…Chipotle makes really good burritos.
Caleb
It was a dark and spooky night! The children had become crazed with an insatiable thirst for all things sugar. Adults walked aimlessly along the sidewalks and roadways; the unwitting puppets of these jaggery zombies. From house to house they walked with their miniature captors, looking upon the throngs of insurmountable children roaming the streets in search of sweet crystalline delight. Was there any hope for the night? Any respite from the torrent of ghoulish children, whose bloodshot eyes were the result of roisterous consumption of confectionary nirvana???
HARK! What doth mine ears perceive? It is the sound celestial! Stereoreel the angelic herald!
Slicing through the bitter twilight, the triumphant sounds of Heaven pervaded the night air, breaching the bastions of the embattled progenitors. The stranglehold of the children began to wane, as did their fiendish appetite. Both parents and children, now released from the unforgiving grasp of chocolate bloodlust, curiously trekked towards the source of the magnificent melody.
And lo! Not soon after they came, all of them, to the lot of Crossroads Baptist Church, whereupon their arrival they were greeted with immediate gratification. Fulfilling both their initial aspiration and their newfound yearning, the masses, ever increasing, were blessed by the otherworldly instrumental inspiration of Stereoreel, and were also rewarded with an ample supply of candy.
Awesome as none had ever witnessed was this band of young men! With breathtaking virtuosity they conquered the chords pioneered by great men before them. But, these were not merely chords; this was the once comatose ramblings of the uninspired, now unfettered by divine manifestation in the greater days of our Lord for the edification of all who would hear and to those who would listen! Moment after astounding moment passed by, each one greater than the one before it. To those who watched on bated breath, few dared to speak, afraid that they may halt the collective doyen and cease the wondrous symphony. The music rose on the wings of the moon, growing more expressly beautiful as the night lingered on.
And then, at the stroke of 8, all was still.
Stereoreel played no longer, and slowly the people dispersed. It was widely rumored in the town that later that night the band disguised themselves in tin foil and visited the local Chipotle to enjoy the grandiose craft of their burrito makers. Even to this day, it is said that if you visit a Chipotle, you can see the band called Stereoreel, and if it is your good fortune to happen upon them, ask them for a chair and a song. They will always oblige your request, and you shall be blessed eternally.
As of this Monday, Stereoreel has officially gone “Back to the Studio,” though it feels like we have never left, but in a good way. The day could have only been more productive if we had managed to all sit in rocking chairs on the front porch, each one with a full belly of pizza. However, such are the things that dreams are made of.
Dustin and I spent the majority of the day testing new miking techniques (see picture) and laying down drum tracks for some hot new songs. Meanwhile, Caleb sat on the front porch writing songs and eating all the pizza, as Ethan would often switch back and forth between a few projects he was working on. Sometimes he’d be working on the new video of our first “photoshoot” (awww), and sometimes he’d change it up and take a nap (double awww).
The result of today’s endeavor has taught us a few things:
A) Pizza may be faster than Chipotle, but far less satisfying in the long run.
B) Burritos yield different creative results than those results produced by pizza.
C) The size of two large pizzas are vastly disproportionate to the combined volume of 4 large male stomachs, yet greater than or equal to the combined square footage of those same 4 males’ wallets.
Look out for all the new stuff coming your way! It may just blind you in astonishing amazement! Fortunately, it’s mostly music.
-Seth