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[Oct. 20th, 2008|02:58 pm] |
this stupid band of mine, am i right, people? i picked my guitar up for the first time in a week today. went to the studio for the first time in a week today. it smells really bad. i just want to write shit really fast and get back out and play again. no solid ideas are coming, just little bits, that disappear before they are developed.
we've to the conclusion that we're going to continue on as a trio. no more 4th person. the up side is that we don't have to audition people anymore. the down side is we feel we need to make some serious changes to make ourselves relevant, not only to our own skewed perspective of the history of music, but also to the feeling of doubt about where to go next. i think of the new wave bands of the 80's. the punks and surf guys that created a new sound out of desperation, boredom with everything they've done up until that point. we'll get there. the passion just needs to be re-lit. which is hard to do. normal life has intervened so much that keeping an imagination and sense of wonder about things after a 50 hour work week has become difficult.
i've started reading books again, it feels good. i always felt more inspired when i was reading a book every couple of weeks.
a new album by the end of winter. that's the goal. prepare your minds to be blown. |
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[May. 21st, 2008|03:56 am] |
so in the past two days or so i developed what appeared to be a rash on both of my hands. super itchy. drivin me crazy. let's start popping benadryl.
oh how i hate benadryl. back in march i got hives from a shitty motel in toledo whilst on tour and had to take benadryl for the remainder of the tour. which knocked me the fuck out and i basically slept the whole time except for when we had to play. not fun.
i went to work today all knocked out on the pink stuff, and i explain my ailment to my co-worker, who is a veteran in many a kitchens. he explains to me that what i have is not a rash, but is in fact, the result of me baking my hands in the ovens.
yup, not a rash, i've just burned myself in a slow and methodical fashion. so the benadryl was all for naught. my whole day was fucking ruined by that shit. and now i have to soak my hands in lotion instead. yippee skippy. |
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[Apr. 29th, 2008|01:08 pm] |
here we find nicholas as an infant, enjoying a refreshing pabst blue ribbon on a hot summer day...
born and raised in milwaukee, that lil slugger.
spyware ass clowns made me re-install windows. which means i have to reinstall everything. super gay. |
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| Pretentious as Fuck |
[Sep. 13th, 2007|03:20 pm] |
" you develop it by first giving up your regular job because, as you quickly find out, serious writing is a full-time proposition and steady employment saps your strength and enthusiasm-- so you take part-time jobs in bookstores, libraries and beaneries, and you write in the early morning hours when the rest of the city is sound asleep (few people in the rest of the city have talents they want to develop).
you develop your talent by living on crackers and beans, by washing your own clothes and stringing them up on a wire in the john, by wearing the same shirt for a week and sleeping on your pants to give them a crease, and by living in a roach-ridden third floor walk-up where there's only one water tap and the water's the same temperature come summer or winter--cold.
you develop that talent by writing like mad every free moment you have; by stealing away a few of those moments to read what's been written by other people; by submitting material to every magazine you know of, even if they only pay in packets of bird-seed, and by being thrown bodily out of publisher's offices as well as agents'.
a lot of writers go through exactly this.
Ellison did."
-Frank M. Robinson. Forward to Gentleman Junkie And Other Stories of the Hung Up Generation by Harlan Ellison
i was supposed to wake up this morning and go out to 35th and State to take a test to make sure i was smart enough to be a cable guy for AT&T.
I know, I'm stupid. Except i can't figure out if i'm stupid because i didn't go to the test, despite me talking about it for the last two weeks, or if i'm stupid for even thinking AT&T was a good idea in the first place. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2007|12:10 pm] |
Pack rats seem to have a hard time just picking up and leaving....no shit. today is day 4 of moving. today i tackle the attic. holy fuck DAY FOUR of moving. i've only got one day left before i turn my key in.
due to my current situation, the moving and living in dude manor for a month, i bought a cellphone. and i've already done some regrettable things with it. but i have not downloaded street fighter onto it. nor do i plan to. still. the fact that it is even possible will tantalize me for some time.
however, if i ever become one of those millions upon millions of people that sits in a public place and plays on there phone instead of interacting with the people around them, please for the love of all that is holy, punch me in the throat.
it's amazing how technology thats supposed to aid in person to person communication inadvertently adds to the alienation of everyone.
fuck that. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2007|11:54 am] |
starting in october i will be making my rent checks out to chun lee.
also, the unemployment office is giving me $227 a week.
we're gonna make it after allll!!!!!
dork. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2007|02:13 pm] |
microwaved osar meyers wrapped in slices of bread.
truly, the diet of a loser. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2007|03:04 pm] |
todays post office bill is $23.30 for 14 pieces of mail. trying to make a name for yourself gets expensive.
i had an idea last week for the ultimate piece of castlvania fan fiction. very high brow. i thought it was the sweetest idea for like 2 hours, then i realized that it was in fact, a glorfied piece of fan fiction. anyway....
in the past 2 weeks i've received about 30 pieces of vinyl running the gamut of classical giants from my co-worker. its a daunting task to get through it all. particuarly, i've been stuck on this rachmaninoff record for a week.
put up a bunch of crap for sale on craigslist. sure man, you can negotiate on the broken stuff with me all day. but $30 bucks on this awesomely perfect amplifier? fuck that. you pay now!
i wanna go back to playing basements again. fuck the clubs in this town. waste of time. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2007|12:39 am] |
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playing very loud music outdoors, on a beautiful day such as this, while the sunsets no less. sometimes, things can seem pretty good. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2007|11:24 pm] |
change. it's happening all around me. to everyone. well, there are a few who remain. it would be foolish of me to say that change is happening to me too, because it isn't, but these changes around me do affect me in one way or the other.
change in life is like being engrossed in a good story. you can't possibly turn away because your on the edge of your seat just dying to know whats going to happen next. except, in life, it may take awhile to find out whats going to happen next. so that urgency of needing to know may last days, weeks, even years. how exciting!
However, the urgency i feel is slightly different. All the people aroound me experiencing these changes, and i feel like i'm the kid who gets picked last to play kick ball. Waving my hand furiously in the air just yelling for them to pick me, next.
time for a change. indeed. |
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[Apr. 29th, 2007|08:21 pm] |
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one mr. james walker and myself are shamefully guilty of a lack of foresight so extreme it almost pains me to admit it.
in short, we're fucking idiots.
last night, zombi and trans am played at the empty bottle in chicago. we had been planning to go for quite some time. but neglected to buy tickets. we get all the way to the door man only to find out it is sold out, and he will not be making any exceptions for two idiots from milwaukee.
astoundingly retarded.
i need some inspiration. right fuckng now. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2007|02:48 pm] |
there's this chair in our studio. it's kind of broken but it's actually quite comfortable. definitely my favorite spot for a sit. if i could put that chair in front of the console i would. anyway. what makes this chair so awesome is that it has dragons all over it.
this chair is a hand me down from juniper tar, to the championship, and finally to us. we were rather excited about the idea of having a dragon chair, i'm sure you can imagine. now when we initially asked the championship for this chair there reply was "what dragon chair? oh that! wow, i never noticed the dragons before!" which instilled a seed of doubt in ourselves. are these guys that inept? or are we just the type of dorks that would immediately notice the iconic figure of a dragon?
such a question remained rhetorical until last night. when the juniper tar fellows dropped in for a spell.
"hey, nice to see our chair is still around."
"oh yeah, we love the dragon chair"
"whoa! there's dragons on it?! there is dragons on it! i always thought it was some floral pattern!"
so....
to answer your question. yes, you are in fact the kind of dork that notices when a dragon is in the room. dork.
similarly. patrick and i have been working on this tune in a spanish gypsy scale. and the second movement has a very latin inspired rhythm. which, of course, is super sexy. at least, when most people play latin rhythms, it's super sexy. but again, according to juniper tar, it sounds like castlevania when we do it. which is, again, totally dorky.
because i'm awesome. |
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| metal gear solid 2 duped my brainzorz |
[Apr. 16th, 2007|11:29 am] |
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needless to say i went to sleep rather upset last night. when a gamer beats a game. the image of rolling credits instills a sense of accomplishment and pride for that accomplishment. yes, they are negligable amounts of pride, but the emotional response is there. i know the object of the game, or movie, or song is to trick me into this emotional state, but when it flat out laughs at me after doing so, it somehow makes the emotional responses that much more potent. and then the idea of a subjective reality created by an artificial intelligence becomes that much more terrifying. because it just happened to you. the player.
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[Apr. 12th, 2007|12:48 am] |
April blizzards bring May wizards.
...and you'd do well to remember it. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2007|04:58 pm] |
i wish i could sleep all day. but i have to go eat zee germans.
i've spent what very precious few free moments i've had this week reading comic books. a lot of them being books i was nuts about when i was 13. when i was in the 4th grade i thought jim lee was a fucking god. now i look at his stuff and he's such a bullshit peddler it's unfathomable how he got to be such a legend in the industry.
it's been making me want to start drawing again. call me crazy, but i think i can draw more than 3 different body types in 3 different positions. (man, large man, woman. standing heroically, swinging arms, jumping)
seriously. unbelievable. i didnt think pallete swaps were acceptable in the illustration medium. and yet, it makes some people superstars. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2007|01:20 am] |
revelations of today.
I left my coffee mug at the studio again. dammit.
It's actually busy at work today! money!
That really quiet waitress has super awesome drawing style from radsville. i promptly fall in love in my mind. creepy.
She doesn't like honeydew. i promptly break up with her in my mind. asshole.
These jfet transistors need replacement. dammit.
There in sockets, and therefore, easily replaceable. sweet.
No, wait! that tape loop needs to be 15 feet shorter than what i just told you.
That guitar DOES have 32 frets!
This delay pedal is actually 2 delay pedals.
Mac DOES look like mary in that picture.
That Fiance of his seems kind of uptight.
That Fiance of his totally needs to sing backup on this tune.
That Fiance of his is kind of uptight.
Jim actually did want to work on that tune today.
As it turns out, my competition for the Red Sparrowes show is my friend. as aggravating as this is, it doesnt matter, considering neither of our bands were the venues initial pick.
This tune is in A minor. C major if you wanna be a dick about.
I'm fucking wired from the perpetual coffee drinking today.
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[Feb. 17th, 2007|01:24 pm] |
my neck hurts from all those windmills last night. and i get to do it all over again tonight. and in about an hour i'm driving down to east troy to pick up an extension cabinet to make my amp even more awesome.
amps to 11. fuck yeah. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2007|12:18 pm] |
i got one of those super awesome memory pillows from space yesterday. this is both a curse and a blessing. while it certainly aids in my fight against staying awake, it makes the most undeniably hardest part of my day, getting up, even worse than it already is.
listening to the fucking champs would be way more enjoyable if this piece of shit receiver wasnt constantly raining on my parade. |
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