The Official History of Instant Dogma

(Woodrose, snakes & ladders, Freak Music,
Punk Rock Treehouse and everything else.)

2000
Decoupage 
  

January - April


        
          
       

 

A year after Hipbone made Cho-roc, they decided
to do it again, overdubbing with source material.
Bret sent tapes and stuff would be added,
a technique initiated during the second Kudzu disc.
This time Peter trekked to NC, to record Bret's guitar,
voice and other things. Tapes were brought back
and transferred to the 24 track then bass, drums
and so forth could be added. It would be the last official;
Hipbone album. Keith kept a session journal, titled,
“It's Your Record.*” Sadly lost to antiquity. Some of it was hilarious.
The album itself was big, kind of psychedelic,
and a very graceful studio finale.

Fall/Winter

Peter wanted to follow up Letters To Aslan with more of a band sound.
He asked Keith and I to be his rhythm section, for a project called Aslan.
There was a very pronounced (evangelical) Christian theme. I accepted
because a studio shaman must have every experience, and to help a friend out.
Peter handed out demos with lyrics. Charlie, a former Christian rocker,
hated every word of it. My take was, if folks want a sermon, they will go to church.
On the plus side, this record had some great band arrangements and some of
Pete's best guitar work to date. Peter's last project after this (besides producing
Staring at The Sun) would be a disc of Christmas songs, as if they had been done by
famous artists (Tom Waits, Warren Zevon, King Crimson, Cream, Nirvana etc.)


   

   
       
       
                                                                                                                                        
Also Fall/Winter

The Unusual Suspects

       
          
         



Bret Hart's Bee Spit Architecture was the last Unusual Suspects
project to include Charlie, Bob, Keith, Pete, Greg and I.
This was Greg's first solo production.
 Bee Spit was mastered January 5th, I got pneumonia,
 and  damned near died.  I was sick for two weeks
Wendy finally took me to the doctor, after I started going
septic and stinking up the joint. The doc said I was
"cutting it real close." When finally better, I got out of bed
and said, "I'm gonna have a cigarette... wait, no,
I'm never going to have one of those motherf*ckers again.,
They tried to kill me." After twenty eight years I was free of the habit.
We had a gig at The Above Club and my voice was in no shape for singing.
To accommodate, we played it semi acoustic with Pete on percussion
and Charlie on vocals. In retrospect I wish we had done more of that.


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