>The Tornado
Yesterday evening, on a dinner break from mixing the new Methadones album, I went to a small dinner party at the home of Kate Agena, a friend of mine who is working on a PhD in Rhetoric and Composition at Purdue University. Within a matter of a few minutes, the severe storm that had been raging outside most of the afternoon took a turn for the worse when storm sirens became audible over the music on the stereo. Her apartment is in a former armory building that has been converted for residential occupancy, and still features many of the large windows of the original structure. This gave all of us an excellent view of the tempest brewing outside, which very much resembled news footage of hurricanes in tropical places. The wind was violent, and the branches of nearby trees were whipping back and forth so fast that their leaves were flying away like bats from a cave. We turned on the television, and the local station was reporting that funnel clouds had been seen in Tippecanoe County, and that a Tornado Warning had been issued. During the broadcast, they announced that there had been some as-yet-unconfirmed reports that a tornado had already touched down in the Lafayette vicinity. Widespread power outages were being reported statewide. We cracked open the windows, so as to prevent breakage under the pressure of tornadic winds, which can reach speeds of up to 300 miles per hour. Then, we took advantage of the fact that the building was a former armory, and finished dinner in the exercise room, which is located in what once served as the bomb shelter of the former armory. When the radio reported that the tornados had traveled eastward, and had reached Peru, Indiana, we returned to Kate's apartment to watch the television reports on the aftermath of the storm. Several Lafayette-homes were severely damaged, and at least one was completely gone from its original location. Electrical power to much of the city was interrupted, including Sonic Iguana Studios, as it turned out. When I eventually returned home, both Desmond and Daysi greeted me in a manner even more manic than their usual canine greetings, having been obviously frightened by the severe storm.
Of course, it could have been much worse... When Jessie Snaza called on her cell phone from Key West, Florida, she let me know that both she and Maricela Alvarado had overestimated the time they could safely sunbathe, and had gotten a bit sunburnt.
Last night, Jessie Snaza threw me a surprise birthday party with help from Kim Milfort (my right hand at Sonic Iguana these last few months). I was greeted at the door by a houseful of friends (including my dog, Daysi) wearing party hats and tooting on party favors (is it just a coincidence that party hats look so much like dunce caps?). Dan Schafer was in the studio working on some Methadones tunes, so I even had a Chicago friend in attendance.
Besides great food -- including pizza, lasagna, Jessie’s classic eggplant pasta, and cakes -- I also got some great gifts, including books, DVDs, and CDs. Kim went twice the proverbial "extra mile" and gave me a painting that she herself made of Desmond and Daysi. The surprise party itself was also a great present, and made for one of the best birthdays I can remember!
The extra time on the set did give me a great opportunity to get to chat with Blag Dahlia, comparing production experiences and thechniques. I also got the opportunity to meet and chat with the leading female actor of the film, Kayla Tabish, whose credits include a role in the recent film The Girl Next Door.
Another recognizable actor in the film is Jacob Reynolds, who played the lead in the 1997 film Gummo, directed by Harmony Korine. Gummo was Korine's directorial debut, and his first screenplay following the success of Kids (1995), for which he co-wrote the screenplay at the age of 20.
On Friday, April 30, I attended a year-end (school year) celebration dinner for the Latino Cultural Center and Latino Student Union of Purdue University. I am a regular attendee of their events, and expected a casual get-together, so they surprised me very much by presenting me with a letter of recognition and thanks for my help to the center over the last year.
Last December, Squirtgun headlined a benefit concert for the Latino Cultural Center, that I helped organize and run. Before that, I donated the use of the Squirtgun P.A. system for use at a benefit dance at the newly-opened center. Also, the Sonic Iguana Studios/Squirtgun van has often been volunteered for use by the Latino Cultural Center during their special events.

