Is noise rock like a Chihuahua? These days I'm most well known as the guy with the wood panel Ford pickup truck who answers 'bright and shiny' to every how-do-you-do. That description is more a distillation of image than of character. I doubt that anyone who has gotten to know me would be surprised to discover I was once obsessed with recording noise music.
I've always owned musical instruments. Equally persistent is my ecstatic impatience at playing them without learning them. I could protest that my actions are simply the embodiment of intelligence in it's purest form without the confining structure of education, but, I'm trying to be fresh with this endeavor and not sour the story with any exposition. In 2007 I bought a lap top computer. I just woke up one day and said, "I should have a computer", or at least that's how I remember it. I think it was Black Friday.
I did not have much of a plan for the device, but quickly paired it with a dictation mic and some free software to create a rudimentary recording studio. This was a time in my life when I was so inspired to express my feelings, but hadn't yet discovered the kind of sincerity which allowed me to be open with myself. So, squealing, uncoordinated, mashups of digital noise and acoustic guitar began to form an atmosphere in my shared dwelling. I can't say it was ever appreciated by my housemates. I can't swear that the woman I was dating at the time wasn't lying to me when she told me I "really had something with that last one."
I can tell you that most of my listeners were in the far east. Perhaps that's where all the best spiderbots are written. There was one time where a listener in Korea played one of my songs several times a day until racking up about 500 listens before giving up. Which was especially gratifying.
So, what does this have to do with Chihuahuas, or specifically, this Chihuahau? We were hired to repair some exterior trim on this pup's home. We ended up replacing the entire roof, a small deck, and adding a historic looking gutter as well. No dogs were harmed in the making of this entry. This pup, I forgot her name, adamantly defends her castle from behind her cataracts. When I stand near her, she bites my ankles. When I sit down, she climbs into my arms and kisses me. I think, because she has a chance to see that I am not a threat. Sometimes, that's all it takes to establish peace.