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[Jan. 21st, 2010|08:44 pm] |
So I know what I want to get for a tattoo. I want musical staves and notes printed as a Calabi-Yau manifold. It's a lot more complex than what I was originally thinking so I will definitely want to shop around for the right artist for the job. Someone who is really good with perspective, hopefully. Also this means it'll cost a lot more than what I was originally thinking, but it'll be so much cooler.
I'm almost done with the song for Josh. I feel bad for sorta stalling on it because of one particularly difficult part, though I hope to have it ready at the end of tomorrow night. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2009|02:42 am] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  high | ] |
Christmas is over. It was okay. I really enjoyed the giving better than the receiving this year.
Musically I feel like I've been very busy, even if I haven't always been. I'm working on a thing for Josh, which was coming along pretty shittily until earlier tonight. It uses a sample from the theme of Jem and the Holograms.
I've been also working on a few other things. I more or less have three major things I'm working on for myself. Hopefully some cool things will come out of them. |
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| obligatory annual pre-Christmas rant |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|08:48 pm] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  shitty | ] |
| [ | Feeling the Oontz of |
| | NOT shitty Christmas music | ] |
I hate everything right now.
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| en Albz |
[Nov. 24th, 2009|03:33 am] |
I don't know how many weeks I've been here now anymore, (okay, maybe something like four or five) but I like it. For the first time ever in my entire life, I feel like I fit in. I'm happier, and feel healthier than I've ever been.
My music is going as slow as ever though. I was secretly hoping that being in a better environment would put me in a better place creatively. Maybe it's just that I haven't quite settled in on a musical niche here, but it's fucking frustrating. I want to be able to just sit down and create a song from the ground up, like I do occasionally. (the Untitled Drone was the last song that I created in such a way.) It's been nearly a year since that, and as far as I remember I've only made one other song, which I often go from liking to hating and back again. I don't want to put down my music, though nothing seems to come out of it, and I'm afraid that if I put it down, by the time I pick it back up again, I will be too old to be a young talent if I'm not already. Fuck, I just want to be able to do well in something and not decay into some working-class drone who gave up on his dreams.
I'm still happy that I'm here and in the company of some of the best people I've ever known. I just hope my music picks up again. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|02:13 am] |
| [ | Feeling the Oontz of |
| | rain outside my window | ] |
I just got back from giving a pice of chicken to a kitten behind my apartment. I heard him meowing a bit earlier and felt bad since it's kind of a shitty night out.
I stole a tiny bit of chicken wing skin from some barbecue wings I found in the fridge. (Not even a noticeable amount, though going to a just cause regardless.) and took it out to the kitten. I couldn't even see him from outside my window and it took me a second to spot him even when I was right up close. He's just the tiniest little thing— white with grey at the top of his head and tip of the tail; I hope there's a mother around. He sort of froze in my presence, though let me pick him up and put him on my leg along with the piece of chicken, and even pet him for a moment. Then he jumped off, ran into a shaded corner, and started growling… or at least as much of a growl as the little guy could muster. I tried approaching him with the chicken some more though ended up leaving it in a place where he can get it. I hope he's not an abandoned kitten. I wanted to just take him in, though I don't know if he has owners or a mother.
I hope he's okay.
He's not meowing anymore though, so he either ate the chicken skin or is just being quiet now.
At least he has some cover and isn't out in the road with cars everywhere. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2009|01:59 am] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  anxious | ] |
I'm here. Second night. I start work tomorrow. I'm excited, though anxious. I can't quite put my finger on what feels so tense. Almost like I forgot to do something today, though I'm pretty sure I did everything I meant to. Maybe it's just anxiousness about the new job. I'm thinking right now that managing finances won't be too much of a problem if I feed right.
I rode my bike to the co-op to get some food and find out when the orientations were. I didn't get to go to the one tonight, but I'm going to make the next one, work schedule permitting. It was a nice ride. Not too far, and the perfect autumn temperature as the sun was just setting. I do enjoy biking around this area; it's a very relaxing ride.
I should get to bed so I'm not too tired in the morning. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2009|08:08 pm] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  excited | ] |
The shock is setting in.
Fuck that, no it isn't. I'm stoked as hell. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2009|02:22 am] |
| [ | Today I am |
| | excited | ] |
| [ | Feeling the Oontz of |
| | JFJO: Drethoven | ] |
Went to Albz today to check out a place. I actually really like it. The roomie seems chill, he says the landlord is a good guy, and it's a good location; it's close enough via bike to everything I want it to be around. I'm really excited. Also I'm gonna try to get another band in at the studio before I leave for Albany. As of now I'm considering the thing with Girdap to have unofficially fallen through because of OMGDRAMALLAMA! so I'm not holding it as heavily on my conscience that I'm ditching Girdap, even though I do want to finish it.
Saw Kelly today. We went to get a burrito. I was thinking Bomber's though she suggested Chipotle, which is cool too. She's fun to talk to. A couple times it almost scared me how much on the same wavelength we seem to be.
Saw JFJO when I got back home. I bought their new EP and got a sticker and lighter with it. I asked the keyboardist if they could play my favorite song by them, but long story short, they don't remember how to do it live -_-. It was still a cool show. |
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[Oct. 14th, 2009|03:50 am] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  optimistic | ] |
I'm going to Albany on Friday to meet with a dude who has a room available on Quail St. This entire moving thing is slowly starting to feel real to me.
Also plan to see Kelly after the meeting-the-houseguy thing for a burrito.
I seem to be doing pretty well with my money.
Life is feeling exciting. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|02:26 pm] |
Lat night I had a dream that I was in school, but it was bein held in this large contemporary church/library. There were all these balconies at various heights, though most of the people were gathered in the one right below me. I watched from the stairs down to the lower one as two of the guys in class started arguing with each other. I recognized one of them as a kid I knew in elementary school. I don't think I knew the other kid at all.
Things started escalating quickly. The kid I knew was clearly insane. Before things got physical, he actually stood on a railing, squatted down, and took a shit in front of the other kid. They started fighting a little bit, but it didn't last long. It ended when the other kid pushed the crazy one off the railing and he took a pretty long fall since we were high up. I didn't see or hear him land, but after that everyone started congratulating the winner. (I guess the crazy kid was somewhat unpopular with the rest of the class.) Suddenly the lights dim and this jazz/funk song starts playing. It had some catchy lyrics too; I wish I could remember the song. We were all gathered around while the kid was on some moving platform going back and forth. The music would get more intense as he got closer to us and then less as he moved away. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2009|12:53 am] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  Discouraged | ] |
Next week is my last week at Wesleyan; students who need jobs have priority.
I just got a thing from the DMV of New York about my ticket. I owe them $300 on top of the $280 for the ticket. Fuck, why have I been slipping like this when I'm actually trying to gtf out of here?
I was looking forward being rid of this monkey on my back soon, and the monkey suddenly gets his fatter buddy to hop on too.
If I knew that thing was coming, I wouldn't have went to get my amp fixed, which will probably by at least $200
I need to move out of this house, though. I know I shouldn't complain since it's actually pretty nice here, but I'm fucking miserable. I feel like I'm going nowhere while my friends are taking off in their lives. I just want to be out of the house now. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
Can't remember too much of my dream last night, except I was biting through and eating aluminum. Like biting through a rod of it and just eating it like candy.
Near the end of the dream I started getting worried because of what all that aluminum in my system might do to me as well as the fact that sharp bits could already be tearing at my insides, and may not be able to make it past my stomach. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2009|02:03 am] |
Suddenly I'm worried about our cat, Dinah. She's very old for a cat; almost as old as I am.
I've gotten frustrated with her a lot lately. She sometimes craps outside the cat box, and she can't really groom herself anymore, so her fur gets dreadlocked. We have a brush for her fur, though I think it hurts her to get brushed, or is at least uncomfortable enough that she tries to get away. She's also deaf, so if you come up behind her she gets startled. Today I feel like I haven't seen her get up from the bench she was sleeping in the kitchen on when I got home from work today. She normally stays in Christian's room all the time. I just went downstairs, woke her up and brought her up here. I hope she's okay. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2009|11:00 am] |
Weird dreams again last night. I only remember fragments though.
One was going out to dinner with this really pretty middle-eastern girl. She lived in Springfield, and we were talking about how the city is kind of a hole.
Another part I was in a Guilty Gear X tournament, also in Springfield. I played against some guy, though I don't remember any actual playing of the game, more going through some crappy apartment building looking for where the tournament was. Then I got a call from Marcy and Peppermint Patty (!), who were "on their way." I had to go outside to help them park and secure their vehicle, which looked like a giant yellow rook piece from chess. Apparently all we had to do to secure it in this bad neighborhood was to put a big foam castle wall around it. Marcy and PP talked like they do in the Most Offensive Video dubs except Marcy wasn't retarded. Anyways, the three of us and the tournament guy were looking through this thing of old music and we found a music video to this 60s metal band (if there was such a thing) doing a version (the original?) of Once Around the Sun, by Atticus Fault. The video was in black and white, but really good quality for one that old. The lead singer had a huge lisp, and you could see how he was slurring the words on the video. "It's gonna take... Onthse around the thsun..." After each two lines, he would back away from the mic and a backup singer would drop down as though he were hanging by his feet from monkeybars offscreen and sing two lines from the outro and then go back up. "Just one last touch/Just one more kiss." I think I made a comment about how I liked Atticus Fault's version better (because I did) though yeah, that's as much as I can remember. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|02:34 am] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  busy | ] |
I really should be getting to sleep. Sometimes I wonder how dedicated I really am to music. I mean sure I love doing it, and I guess I'm okay at it. I sometimes don't feel as dedicated to it as I could be, though. I could be getting out of bed to write those melodies that appear in my head when I wake up three hours after I just went to sleep. I could saying, "Sleep be damned!" and stay up even though working on an idea that's been floating in my head even though I need to be awake in five hours.
I need to stop telling myself, "Oh, I'll remember THAT idea," as I go back to sleep, because I won't, and I know it.
I feel like I don't get enough done during many hours of the day, and by the time I'm ready to really get into it it's really late and I don't have the time anymore. I wish I didn't have to sleep. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|01:41 am] |
I can't remember much about the dream I had last night.
All I remember is that there was a cow sitting in a field, like on a farm or something but there were no barns that I saw. It was looking at me and mooing. I thought it was hurt, though couldn't see an injury. I got closer to it and began to pet it. It was somehow showing affection, though I can't quite remember how. Then at some point someone else came up to the cow, I think to try and help it. I wish I remember what exactly they were doing, though I know that they weren't hurting it. I said something to the person. I forget what it was. |
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| Is it right to feel ditched after something like this? |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|02:48 am] |
| [ | Today I am |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | Feeling the Oontz of |
| | Drone Zone (128 kbps stream) | ] |
I went to see Explosions in the Sky today with Minde. Selçuk couldn't make it. I didn't get to see him after the show :\
The show itself was awesome, and Minde seemed to like it. Things surrounding the show kind of sucked, though. And I don't mean just the opening bands.
It started raining. Hard. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to buy one on the street. Five dollars. It started raining harder, and it wasn't keeping her bag which had her sketchbook dry, so I threw down for two ponchos. She called an old friend in the city who would always tell her to call him when she's there, apparently but she never did until now. Apparently she hasn't seen him in a couple years and won't get much of a chance to after she moves up to Massachusetts, so was really excited about seeing him. Then she said she was going to stay in the city with him for the night. Not that she had a ride home lined up.
It's a good enough reason I suppose. Still, I don't know why it should, but for some reason that just feels like "I'd rather take my chances with how I'll get home tomorrow than be with you anymore."
Things just started seeming more unpleasant from there. I lost my train ticket back to New Haven because I'm an idiot so I had to buy another one, which put a hit on my wallet that I really didn't need. The train ride seemed like ten times longer without someone to chat with, and my cold seemed to take a turn for the worse for a while on the train. When I got back to New Haven I found that if I used the parking area that was actually closer to the station, I would have actually paid $7 less, which would have been good since I needed all the money I could get for gas just to get home.
My car's gas tank was really low too, so I had to pay for gas with all the coins I could round up in my change holder thingy (i.e., cup holder). I managed to get 2.something at one gas station, but felt like that wouldn't get me home so I stopped at another one and had to pay in pennies since I didn't have my card on me and the attendant wouldn't let me give her the card number by memory, even though she probably could have.
She didn't pay me back for her ticket, either. I said I'd cover the train ride since she's sort of broke now. I feel kind of pissed about it, and I'm not sure if it's really justified. I think I'm just gonna wait and see if she apologizes before seeing her again.
EDIT (7/1): In retrospect, maybe I was overreacting. It was a good time at the show, after all. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2009|03:24 pm] |
| [ | Feeling the Oontz of |
| | Animal Collective- My Girls | ] |
Got back from Laconia last night at 3:30. That's an hour earlier than last year, and we didn't have a third person to help pack up!
So Bike Week was all right. It wasn't very busy, no doubt partially because of the rain, and partially because of the economy. Bill thought it also may have something to do with the baby-boomer crowd that used to be motorcycling party animals has wound down. Still, there were a lot of people there.
We had a chipmunk in the tent that we fed peanuts to. We took videos of getting him to crawl up our arms. I'm gonna miss that little guy. I wish I could bring him/her/it home as a pet.
Bill slept in the tent, and let me sleep in the back of the truck, which was pretty awesome, like I had my own room. I didn't bring my guitar with me because I didn't think I'd have time to play it this year, though after finding out that I'd get the truck to myself I really wished I brought it. It would have been the perfect place to play since I wouldn't have had to play softly.
I managed to eat pretty healthy, actually. There was this restaurant in walking distance from the tent that would do take-out, and they had some pretty awesome salads and sandwiches.
At the end of the day I would go down to the street to see a few people from the other tents. There was this girl last year who I met there and was hoping to see, but she wasn't working there this year. A lot of the other people were though, and it was good to see and hang out with them for a little bit.
For most of the time I was there it managed to stay somewhat sunny, or at least un-rainy, even though the previous half of the week was rainy and the forecast called for more.
I always seem to have bizarre dreams when I'm sleeping somewhere different from my own bed. One night I dreamt my computer had this weird Donkey Kong virus that I could just delete, but if I didn't do it quick enough it would copy itself back on to my hard drive. Something would keep distracting me before I could delete it though. Also in the same dream my car was spinning out of control in a field and I had to jump in through the window and ride it like a crazy horse or something to get it under control.
Another night I had a dream that me and a few other friends with weird first-names somehow formed a super-hero group. I forget what everyone else's power was, though mine was incredibly bad puns. I forget what my catch-phrase was, though I remember it being something so bad that it was actually hilarious. I wish I could remember more from that one. |
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| Damn I've been writing a lot about work lately. |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|11:52 pm] |
| [ | Feeling the Oontz of |
| | 'splosions in the Sky: Greet Death | ] |
The bad news is that I'm not going to be at Laconia for the entire week.
The good news is that I'm not going to be at Laconia for an entire week.
I sorta feel ambivalent about it. On one hand, I was really hoping to get that fat paycheck that would have resulted from me working seven or eight 15-hour days in a row.
On the other I guess I'm glad I don't have to do it for that many days in a row so I can focus more on mixing.
I'm still going to be up there, though not until Thursday of next week. I may be going up there this Friday to help them set up the tent and coming back down the day after, though that's still up in the air and depends on how much help we can get at the store.
I'm the only person who can really cover shifts right now, so me in Laconia with nobody to cover my shifts at the store would be a problem. Also Bill doesn't seem to want to hire anyone else for the store right now, I guess since we all have our shifts divided in a way that suits us all and that would screw with it. I'll get Jim's shifts while he's gone, so it's not like I'm getting no money. Just not 1000 bux for a week.
At least while I'm home I'll be able to get all of the Girdap songs mixed. I think I have a decent draft of Different Blue going. If I can get down to the studio I may play it for Vic and see what he thinks. I'll definitely want his input before I start on the mastering.
I'll start mixing Something Sweet either tonight or tomorrow, depending on how tired I am. |
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| Dream and other stuff |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
| [ | Today I am |
| | busy | ] |
| [ | Feeling the Oontz of |
| | Girdap: Something Sweet tracks | ] |
So I just woke up for a really weird dream. I was working for the Trading Post at some show somewhere in Eastern CT. The Adult Swim crew was there, and seemed to have some strange fascination with my boss, dedicating bumps to him filled with useless trivia. On the way back from the trip when we were driving through Hartford, I saw someone roll this flaming ball from a bridge above the highway, but didn't think too much about it. They dropped it down on to the highway and it exploded right in front of me. I wasn't close enough to get blown up, but they rolled two more. I really just wanted to get home, so I had to ride around dodging it and the stopped cars. After driving a little more I saw another person on top of a bridge and they shot three rockets in my direction. None of them hit me either, though it gave me a little scare. I tried to get out of the traffic it caused so I could just haul it and go home, though police had already set up roadblocks mid-highway to question people about what happened.
( Now for teh IRL ) |
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