Here we are, in all our neonatal glory, opening for Tigertronic and Gracias, Pero No Gracias. Thanks to all that came and showed their support! We had a blast. Check out more of our homegrown recordings here or connect with us on Facebook for real-time updates.
My ongoing music project with colleague Tayne Kim. This one is about an intense two-man escape from a high-security prison complex. Will they make it?
Come see us (namely, Panda Sanchez) open for Tigertronic and Gracias, Pero No Gracias on August 15th at DC9. Doors open 8PM.
Featured art by Sahar Naderi
As some of our readers may know, Panda Sanchez is the budding music project of In Harsh Light editor Richard Sanchez and writer/musician Tayne Kim. We’ve been hard at work crafting our dilettante, freshman EP to accompany our nosedive into DC’s live performance scene (see below for show dates). In particular, we’re opening for the up-and-coming metal/post-punk band Gracias, Pero No Gracias at the Velvet Lounge in DC on July 25th, 2012. Wish us luck — and, if God willing, attend, kick back with a beer (or five), and enjoy some local indie music.
If IHL readers ever needed any proof that Panda Sanchez (our “sound project”) are a couple of hopeless romantics, look no further than the embedded track below. This one’s told from the eyes of a moonstruck, albeit slightly narcissistic, 15-year-old.
For G.S. (version 1):
Alex, the cyborg, woke up one morning feeling like himself again. In fact, he felt vaguely … aware.
But there was a price. With germinal sentience came that rushing tsunami of pain, misery, melancholy. That is, matters of the psyche those of us carrying the weight of flesh and blood spent decades easing into. Alex, on the other hand, wasn’t granted such a luxury. Knowledge came first — and that was the burden he carried.
Recorded in 2005 via GarageBand (I cowered from Logic Pro back then); an artillery of found-sound objects from my bedroom; a power drill (yeah, I said that); a glockenspiel; software drums; a shortwave radio; audio plug-ins; sampled audio from a random soccer game on TV; cryptic lyrics arguably attached to the unsolved murder of Elizabeth Short (aka, the Black Dahlia); and weird noises from my old 90s-era Squire (R.I.P.).
