I kicked off my Labor Day early this morning by driving out to the ocean and taking some sunrise pics. I went to Salisbury Beach on the Massachusetts side of the MA/NH state line and caught the actual sunrise. After that I drove over to Plum Island. I usually turn left when I cross the bridge onto the island and go to the lighthouse. This time I turned right and went to the Parker River Wildlife Refuge. There is a beach on the ocean there and hiking trails through the salt marshes just inland from the Atlantic.
There were a lot of people at Salisbury watching the sun. More than I’ve ever come across on one of these little trips. It was probably because the sun came up at 6:14am or so. The last time I did a sun rise visit I think the sun came up just after 5:00. Big difference. The only people on the Plum Island beach were a middle aged couple who were clearly on a date. I tried very hard not to draw attention to myself and thus distract them from what I’m sure was a lovely morning. The trails I walked on had a bunch of people too but they were all using binoculars while I was using cameras. They were bird watching.
I took some digital pics with my Z5, I took some 35mm with my N90, and I took some 120 with my Lubitell. I shipped the film out for developing today along with three rolls I shot in August. Will I get the scans back before we leave for California next weekend? Not likely, but I’ll chose optimism and say I hope so.
For now… digital pics.
We start with Salisbury Beach and the start of Labor Day 2026.
The Atlantic Ocean just before dawn
The waves were decent (the big ones were at Plum Island)
Almost time
Almost time
Good morning, everyone!
Nerd boy is about to get artsy with the pier
Fun with symmetry
Seagull photobomb
People. Sorry
Big waves on Plum Island Beach… well… big for the Atlantic at least
I was trying to get the waves as they rolled over. Success!
Crash
This view is from an overlook in the wildlife refuge
The whole trail was on a raised platform
And there we have it. My morning pics. The highlights of the digital pics at least. The full album is here on Flickr. When I get the scans back I’ll add them to the album. Hopefully I’ll have them by the end of the week so I don’t have to rely on a hotel’s wifi to upload them. Fingers crossed.
It took something like 36 years but I finally saw King’s X live. They played at a bar in Foxborough, MA. I spent the day working in our Foxborough office so that I could get there when the doors opened but I got slammed by a highway closure and was super late to work, so I worked super late to make up the missed time.
I got to the venue a after the doors opened but a little bit before the opening act was scheduled to go on. I sat in the car eating dinner and watching that day’s new episode of Star Trek Strange New Worlds and I didn’t get in until about 7:15. The opening act was supposed to go on at 7:00, but when I got there they announced that they had one more song. Apologies to the band. Their name was Third Knuckle.
During the one song I managed to hear I learned something important. The bar, which is called Six String Grill and Stage (I think) might be the single worst sounding room on the planet Earth. Seriously. I couldn’t hear anything. It was all bass and mud and nothing else. I could see that the band was working hard but I couldn’t hear any evidence of it. I could not see the sound board to see if the engineer was freaking out. I was pretty sure that it was the room itself. Brick walls and odd shape and a wooden floor. Just lots of weird choices for a live music venue. I wrote something on Threads about hoping King’s X had a sound crew who could make things work. They did… sort of… almost.
King’s X came on at 8:00pm and opened with Groove Machine which was what I expected (though I don’t really know why, other than it’s a killer opening song). The sound was definitely better than the first band but it also was not good. Most of what I could hear was just bass frequencies bouncing all over the room. Big booming bass rumble washing out the entire low end. The vocals were sort of getting through it, thankfully, and the lead guitar was also sort of audible, but the bass guitar, the kick drum and the toms and most of the rhythm guitar were just gone.
For the first half hour of the show it was clear the band was struggling. They were playing fine. Excellent, even, but it was obvious that they couldn’t hear anything. They kept signaling the monitor guy and asking for changes but it never seemed to work. Eventually guitarist Ty Tabor spoke to the sound guy directly over this vocal mic and more or less begged for help. The next song started and almost immediately bassist Dug Pinnick actually stopped it. He went back to his amp, which he had already done a number of times, and did something that seemed pretty drastic. I don’t think he turned down, but he might have cut out all of his low end. It helped a little. They restarted the song and it was better. Over the next few songs the sound guy started to figure things out and the sound impoved some, but it was never good.
I think what we witnessed was a group of pros handling a really shitty room. That is the impression I got at least. I tip my hat to all of them. Had I been on the stage or working the soundboard I probably would have lost my shit and just given up. That’s why I am not a professional. That’s the difference.
Dispite the rough sound the band played great. They are all top of the line musicians and they’ve been playing together since the dawn of history and by this point in their careers they can probably lock in with each other in their sleep. They were as tight as a tight band can be.
Dug Pinnick is an excellent bass player. Jerry Gaskill is an absolute animal on the drums. I mean, I knew he was good but he was so much better than I expected. Ty Tabor is pretty much the perfect guitar player in my book. He’s definitely a guitar hero for me. Gaskill and Tabor are also excellent singers and they both nailed everything. Dug Pinnick though… holy shit. He may be the best male rock vocalist I’ve ever heard. He’s 75 years old and I am not going to say he’s as good as he was 30 years ago because that’s probably not true. I will say that I’ll put 75 year old Dug Pinnick up against any singer in any rock band and Dug will absolutely destroy them. He’s just that good.
I mentioned in a post the other day that there are a bunch of songs in their catelog that I just don’t like, usually because the lyrics rub me the wrong way, and there are a couple that really piss me off. Fortunately they didn’t play any of them. It was almost as if they read my mind while picking the set. I was honestly relieved. There were a lot of somewhat recent songs in the set which I was really happy about. They could have played a show that never got more recent than 1994 and it would have been fine, but they didn’t. Their most recent record is a few years old now but they played three songs off of it, including my favorite song from the record.
In guitar gear nerd news, Ty Tabor played a Les Paul for most of the show. It was gold with humbuckers but I doubt it was a 1957. If it was a standard it was probably a reissue or something. I hope it was a good custom shop model because he deserves top of the line stuff. He played a Fender Stratocaster for a couple of songs too. I couldn’t see his pedal board so I don’t know what sort of toys he had, but he was playing through a couple of Orange half stacks. I’ve never used Orange amps before but I’ve always like what I heard. The one cool thing was an e-bow. Is it e-bow or ebow? I am not sure. He’s only the second person I’ve ever seen use one. Eric Bloom from Blue Oyster Cult uses one for that super long sustained note coming out of the guitar solo on Don’t Fear the Reaper and I’ve seen him using it in person twice. Ty used it for a solo instead of using a pick. I’ve always been curious about those little suckers but I’ve never thought about actually buying one… am I going to have to think about it now? Maybe.
So in summation, the sound ranged between bad and really fucking bad. I think it was the room’s fault and everyone worked really hard to make things work. The band was fantastic. The performance was fantastic. The set was fantastic. It only took me 36 years to see this band but I am really glad I did.
Now a few pictures. Every shot I took sucked. Not surprising. It was dark in that room after all. Lots of blurry pics. I set the camera to burst mode so once in a while I would get four blurry nightmares and one marginally focused shot. I’ll take it.
I’m a guitar player so of course I stood in front of the guitar player
Unfortunately standing on the right side made it hard to get focused pics of the left side. Sorry
All three of them
There’s the Strat. I don’t know if I got any pics of Dug playing his 12-string bass
Jerry might be the worlds most energetic drummer. He doesn’t just move his arms, he moves his whole body.
One more pic for the road. I think this was right around the time they stopped mid song
I played Magic the Gathering for the first time ever tonight. Did I understand what was going on? Nope. Did I lose in spectacular fashion? Yup. We’ll play again tomorrow and see if maybe some of it starts sinking into my tiny little brain.
Weekend plans include (on top of playing Magic again) lots of music, writing and recording, maybe getting a little bit of work in, visiting the in laws, and maybe taking some pictures. We will have to see how it all shakes out.
Last night, after something like 36 years of fandom, I finally saw King’s X in concert. I’ll write up my thoughts later, but for now I will make one comment (it’s a question, actually) in response to the show that only the geekiest of guitar gear geeks will understand:
Do I have to buy an e-bow now?
That thing in King’s X guitarist Ty Tabor’s right hand is called an e-bow
I was hoping to have a lot of time to work on music, specifically vocals, on day 51 but I was also pretty sure I would not have time for anything. Turns out I didn’t have time for much. No vocalizing for me yesterday.
I did add two new songs to the list. No real instruments yet, but all of the music has been worked out including the melodies and lyrics. They are songs 46 and 47. I also managed to mix one song. Yet another song with really crappy vocals. Hooray.
I’m not sure how the time is going to work out this week. I have three days in the office coming up and there will be one late night when I will check seeing a band off of my I-have-to-see-them-before-I-(or-they-or-we)-die bucket list. I’ll try to get short bursts of musical work in whenever I can.
Last week we took Robin Sparkles the cat to the vet. We put her in the cat carrier and felt just awful about it. It is the closest I will ever come to feeling like a nazi.
Today we did the same thing with Lily. Like… if I feel this awful doing this to a cat, how could I ever even imagine doing it to a human?
Lily spent the whole day at the vet. I tried to cheer myself up with other things.
Yesterday my step daughter spent most of the day packing. Tomorrow we’re going to help her load up the u-haul pod thingie that is in our driveway right now. That’s the plan for Sunday. Fortunately there won’t be any cats in cages to worry about.
I am conflicted and I always get into this state when the kids are involved.
When my step daughter moved away to college in 2019 I was conflicted. On the one hand, I wanted her to go away to school and have a fantastic experience and learn a ton and make new friends and start her life and have everything be amazing. On the other hand I wanted her to stay home with us forever.
Two years later when my step son went away to college it was the same thing. I wanted him to go to school and have the time of his life and learn incredible things and have adventures and excitement and make memories that would last a lifetime while also not wanting him to leave us, ever.
In May of 2025 my step daughter moved home. She graduated and worked a two year contract at the University. When the contract ended she came home to live with us while she figured out her next move. The next move was grad school, but she had to work out the details. It took a little more than a year, but next month she is going to start school in California.
I am so excited for her I could burst… again… just like 2019. Just like my step son in 2021. I fear I might spontaneously combust out of excitement for her future. She’s going to finish grad school with a PHD and then every time I see her I will ask her, “what’s up, doc?” and it will be epic and no one will ever get tired of that stupid Bugs Bunny joke and we will always laugh and it will be perfect.
Also, I don’t want her to move. I mean, I thought moving from Massachusetts to Vermont was bad… California? No way!
She’ll still be here for a few more weeks, but the next milestone in the moving process happened today…
It’s time to start packing. I’m excited and sad at the same time, but what else is new?
I went on a photowalk today. A big one. I am so sore, all over.
I had to go into the city to run an errand for my wife tonight. She and my step daughter were attending an event so I took advantage of the alone time to shoot the photos for this months installment of the Frugal Film Project in Boston.
10 minutes into the walk my watch prompted me to track a workout. Almmost exactly two hours later, after having covered more than 4.5 miles and shot two rolls of 120 film and about 1.66 rolls of 35mm film, I was back at the parking garage and I stopped the workout.
Now that I am home my legs are exhausted and my back is KILLING ME. Ooops. I’m thinking about doing another photowalk tomorrow though. I still have that third of a roll of 35mm to finish, and oddly enough, my digital camera never made it out of the bag today. I was cranking out the film photos the whole time.
In unrelated news, I don’t know how those evil nazi mother fuckers in ICE do it. I had to take one of the cats to the vet today for a check up and just putting her into the cat carrier was so much like putting her into a jail cell that I felt unbelievably guilty. Just imagine doing that to another human being. I couldn’t do it. Ever. Fuck those mother fucking nazi fucks in ICE. May they rot.
Day 42 (yesterday) is in the books. What progress did I make? I still had three songs that are ready to mix and I was planning on getting to some of those but I never did. Instead, I put rhythm guitars onto two songs (numbers 37 and 38) before work. After work instead of mixing I added two new songs (numbers 39 and 40) and immediately put rhythm guitars on those as well.
I now have three songs ready to mix, three ready for vocals, and four waiting on lyrics and melodies. What will I work on for day number 43 (today)? Who knows. At this rate I’ll probably just add more songs. Why not, right? I have 30 songs finished and 10 more in progress. We’re rolling along nicely.
I’m not supposed to exercise following the tooth extraction fiasco so when I woke up I immediately started recording vocal tracks. Why not, right? I had nine songs in progress and all of them were ready for vocals. I didn’t expect to get to all of them, but I wanted to get a chunk of it done. I did not expect that singing would cause pain at one of the tooth extraction points (mostly the socket that used to hold the lower left wisdom tooth) but it did. I pushed through it though and managed to crank out six of the nine songs. Six! Crazy!
But wait, there’s more!
Last night after dinner my wife had to work for a while so I was left to my own devices. I was planning to spend a little time before work one day 41 adding lead guitars to some of newly recorded vocal songs but instead I went down cellar to the music nook and started adding lead guitars last night. I once again plowed through all six songs. Six! Crazy! My finger tips were a raw, horrid, mess by the time I was done, but I got through all of the songs that were ready for leads.
I guess now day 41 is going to be a day to do some mixing. We’ll see.