Tuesday, 4 October 2011

egghell.com

well, i haven't stayed true to this little blog, so now I decided to say goodbye to it, occasionally revisiting it in order to say horrible things about people i dislike.
or not.

in any case, all things egg hell from now on will be posted here:

www.egghell.com


xo

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Albert Rosenfield

You listen to me. While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is that I am a naysayer and hatchet-man in the fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King. My concerns are global. I reject absolutely: revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method... is love. I love you Sheriff Truman.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

all great events

Who is reading this? Are you an alien? What are you? Are you, ghost?
It doesn't really matter, here goes a story.

There was a guy called Vaggelis. Βαγγέλης. Whom I, Ιωσήφης, love dearly.
A few years back, before I met Βαγγέλης, or Vag how I usually prefer calling him, I knew I wanted to make music. I knew that. I knew I wanted to act, perform through music. I had no real points o reference. Maybe my uncle and just maybe, that blond dude with the dimpled chin and the black guitar, printed on a poster and hung on my uncle's door.
And then, someday, somehow, for reasons far less important and through events far less dramatic than one might imagine, I started playing the guitar, because I wanted to do this. For vanity's sake. For the exorcising of puberty's demons. For trying to have sex with this hot chick.
And somehow I wrote songs, and somehow someone, who happened to be this other guy, Νίκοστσέλιος, who I also love with all my heart, liked them and he, along with Vag supported me. And somehow they started helping me, and playing with me.
And now it's been three years.

And after three years, many things changed, maybe not our self-consciousness, but many things did. And I still love them.
Things like new songs, new people in our lives, the fact that we probably grew apart somehow but still love each other so much.
And now, 1:11 17/03/10. As I have finally taken the first steps into making our second little cd, I can feel more confident that they'll be part of it (the recording process) unlike the first time around. I can feel that we will create something honest, and something ours (even though I have my annoying little fears, but that does not really concern you, does it? :p), and I can feel that that something that we'll create, will be something good. For us. For Rubeth and for Clio, Theo and Nek, for our girlfriends and for our mommies to be proud and all that.
Something that will speak all of our languages.

So, yeah. The new cd will be mainly produced by pan pan (aka. sexy motherfucker) and me, and if you want in, whoever you are, just knock.

ps. i get the overwhelming feeling, that my wet calvin are love packed into sonic form.

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

zee music making process is das remedy.

Yeah, it's been a long time, and the very few people reading this probably drifted into new soundscapes. The winter has been harsh, but good-harsh. Although the mind and the body are always stubborn and hang on to their previous state, for inertia's sake.
In any case, work has been good, I have been waiting for the ETERNAL arrival of my new gear (which I finally have ordered, don't imagine much, a new mic and a pair of cheap-ass monitors are the main new acquisitions here), and now that the gears are in motion, the body needs sleep and the mind needs peace, music should be finally made. Which is fucking good.
Egg Hell is probably going to be, uhm, back, quite soon. :)

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

new music (goddammit)

Ah Greek summer and its ways. Sticky, Greek summer and that sense of rejection to anything that could classify you as a human being.
Not much music being made either.
So I went to Roskilde festival a few weeks ago. And I saw bands such as Black Dice and Marnie Stern, Deerhoof and St. Vincent. That and the four semi-sleepless nights at that place made me want to change that summer-misery.
So new music, yes. New music for the winter and all that.

Oh, and Marnie Stern (whose gig I went to watch out of pure boredom) fucking blew my mind. That gig was like a big, drunken mess orchestrated by two goddesses (Stern's bassist Malia James is probably the hottest woman I've seen on stage, thank you) which slowly proceeded to fall into place. And then it ended with a ten-minute (?) weird jam session (?) that made me grind my teeth. Perfect.
So, yeah, new music. In the oven.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

where all eggs go (when they die)

This is egg hell.
It's a blog, and it contains posts. This is the first post. Here, I will be uploading any new songs, eps and other goodies related to egg hell.
egg hell is a musical project and a band. It is also where all... oh, you get the drift.

mucho love,

j