So many Blogging options.

So little reasons to stay with this one. Sorry Blogger, but I'll be back.

After all, you integrate nicely into my Google lifestyle!

I made gauges.

Post 101.

Post 101 notates that I'm not allowed to skate down hills.

Snoogans.

I realized.

I live in a world that I will no longer be able to fully and passionately express myself in again out of fear who it may harm.

Yay me.

Snoogans.

Work's a little slow.

And that sucks. But I don't need a job to keep myself productive, and some moments I'm really glad I'm not working.

But during all the other ones, I keep the house clean, I'm writing music, schmoozing other musicians online, scouring Craigslist, and doing anything physical. Now that I'm drinking coffee again, I have something to counteract my constant drowsiness, lol. Happy + Coffee = Production.

I got a copy of the Drum Bible, in addition to some random on-fields and warm ups, in hopes of keeping my chops good. My shoulder has been killing me, so I've been keeping a pad and sticks within proximity when possible (mostly when Amber's not home, heh). And now that I have an amp, I've picked up on a NORMAL writing technique called "justfuckingplaythemotherfuckerandseewhathappens". I think it's cool. o_O

My mind just blanked cuz I got an idea for a riff.

I laughed a little.

In reference to my friend David testing my phone number and giving me his:

David: test.
Me: icles.

He hasn't texted me back yet though. And may I add on a completely different subject that mobile blogging is neat.

Random convo.

(01:33:18 PM) a: bu they the nice homeless man jsu tcame in to see if i wanted ot buy a box of lunchables, wtf?
(01:33:32 PM) a: friday it was chocolate hersey bars
(01:33:34 PM) a: hahaha
(01:34:28 PM) m: Hmm. I wonder if that's what super markets happen to throwing away cuz of expiration or best sell dates and he's trying to make a couple bucks with them instead of eating them like a retard.
(01:34:35 PM) m: Free food!
(01:34:48 PM) m: That's how I filled my fridge when I moved out.
(01:35:09 PM) a: yeah i mean they are big carboard boxes full of htem
(01:35:13 PM) m: Wow.
(01:35:17 PM) m: I would keep those.
(01:35:20 PM) a: which hello you are homeless eat them dude
(01:35:24 PM) m: For real.
(01:35:36 PM) m: I'd be stoked to have had those over those shitty pizzas I had to eat.
(01:35:36 PM) a: but they are also not refrigerated but still
(01:35:54 PM) a: eat them real fast before they go bad
(01:35:58 PM) m: Lol, yeah.
(01:36:12 PM) m: Sell 'em to other bums. He needs to know how to capitalize.
(01:36:40 PM) m: I'd be getting them, and selling them to the bums that stand out in the sun looking for money. They'd come to me when they were hungry cuz I'd scam prices and shit.
(01:36:55 PM) m: I'd be a fat homeless guy without a tan.
(01:41:33 PM) a: hahah yeah

Act fast!

I have a slightly one now. Used to where maybe it sat in a party for a year or so, so I all I had to do was wipe it down with some Pledge. But now it's shiny, lemon-scented, and ready to have all my stomp boxes mashed into it. I Just don't have any cables. :-(

Oh, and thanks to another Pacific Islander, I have another one of these.


All for the grand total of $120 and some smokes.

Between me and Bootycakes

(01:05:14 PM) a: what doe siuper mean?
(01:05:21 PM) a: does 1 uper
(01:05:22 PM) a: haha
(01:05:53 PM) m: I have a tendency to reciprocate statements by replaying my own experience with the same thing.
(01:06:06 PM) m: Passive aggressively asserting myself.
(01:06:36 PM) a: aw i see
(01:06:50 PM) m: I really do have a Napoleon Complex, lol.
(01:07:21 PM) a: that is ok, i am neurotic
(01:07:25 PM) a: we get alogn great, haha
(01:07:28 PM) m: Lol.
(01:07:33 PM) m: Fucking. Rad.

With all the ducks in a line...

There'll be a product that will make it hard to forget. I can't wait for it to catch.

I have to be a part of something that I've helped create before I'm done.

To all you people who were told to call 973-409-3274:

http://www.showmethefacts.org/2009/04/24/marijuana-phone-poll-scam-confusing/

This is an article containing information and a timeline of how this innocent poll from Humor Hotlines (the people that made the famous Rejection Hotline) turned into a rumor of making marijuana legal.

I'm also glad that it's my nature to be paranoid at having my phone number and name on a piece of paper to become part of a demographic of active potheads. But I'm dumb enough to still promote it online... Lol.

Maybe it's all part of my fictitious character I've been developing for my movie.

Snerd.

I just made a music joke with my status update in conjunction with another person on my list's status update.

Monkey [Team Bacon] is alive. 5 minutes ago
Mood: (none)

"Motherhood: The 2nd Oldest Proffession" is just breathing. 13 minutes ago
Mood: confident



I'm cool. Snoogans.

Partners In Crime.

Andrew's been learning more of the stuff I wrote in Powertab, and I couldn't be more stoked. I played through a couple songs with him last week, and recorded the drum track for Buttcheeks. God DAMN it's fast! Even after I brough it down to like 135, it's a lot of beats. It'll keep me fit and feeling rad once it gets going. And with all the new avant-garde/experimental music I've been listening to, I'll have a lot of ideas to write with Andrew.

Comes in handy that I'm to a practicing stage with the P.I.C. stuff too, I don't have a working Windows environment to work in. With sound.

My computer was crashing once cuz of a half burnt internal HDD, so a buddy of mine made a boot disk with SATA drivers for my laptop and installed it for me. It started to fail again, so I started looking for another HDD online. In the meantime, I thought I'd experiment with Ubuntu in the meantime. When I get my new HDD, I may wanna put it on there instead of Windows for an optimal running box! But after realizing none of my music programs have an equivalent for UNIX, I decided I needed to switch back. No big deal. Just to test the disc my buddy made for me, I threw it in to reinstall Windows. But the fucking thing's corrupt, so I'm waiting on another copy.

I hate being in the hands of someone who smokes more than I do.

Whatev. I'm hungry.

The word Improvisation.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Improvisation

Improvisation is the practice of acting, singing, talking and reacting, of making and creating, in the moment and in response to the stimulus of one's immediate environment and inner feelings. This can result in the invention of new thought patterns, new practices, new structures or symbols, and/or new ways to act. This invention cycle occurs most effectively when the practitioner has a thorough intuitive and technical understanding of the necessary skills and concerns within the improvised domain. Improvisation can be thought of as an "on the spot" or "off the cuff" spontaneous activity.

The skills of improvisation can apply to many different abilities or forms of communication and expression across all artistic, scientific, physical, cognitive, academic, and non-academic disciplines. For example, improvisation can make a significant contribution in music, cooking, presenting a speech, sales, personal or romantic relationships, sports, flower arranging, martial arts, psychotherapy, and much more.

Where the improvisation is intended to solve a problem on a temporary basis, the 'proper' solution being unavailable at the time, it may be known as a stop-gap. This particularly applies to engineering improvisations.

Musical improvisation
Main article: Musical Improvisation

Improvisation is usually defined as composing music while playing an instrument at the same time. In other words, the art of improvisation can be understood as composing music "on the fly". This of course requires great skill and knowledge, and is a very important aspect of music in general, for any experienced musician. Musical improvisers often understand the idiom of one or more musical styles—e.g. blues, rock, folk, jazz—and work within the idiom and music-theory of the certain style to express ideas with creativity and originality. Improvisation can take place as a solo performance, or interdependently in ensemble with other players. When done well, it often elicits gratifying emotional responses from the audience. Very few musicians have ever dared to offer fully improvised concerts such as the famous improvised piano recitals by classical composers/pianists like Franz Liszt. The origins of Liszt's improvisation in an earlier tradition of playing variations on a theme were mastered and epitomized by Mozart and Beethoven. However, some have managed some very poignant attempts similar to these precedents, one of the most successful of these is Keith Jarrett. He is a jazz pianist and multi-instrumentalist who has performed many completely improvised concerts that have captivated audiences all over the world. In the same creative aesthetic as such named masters, including the late innovator and guitar master Derek Bailey, comes a new breed of improvising musician. Pioneers like cellist Eugene Friesen have brought improvisation to traditionally classical instruments. A few pianists have given modern recitals of improvisation in the baroque style, which may be less intimidating because of its stricter development and range of modulation and yet, on the other hand, more daunting because of its polyphony. One of the masters in the style of baroque improvisation was Glenn Gould. There have also been a few other exceptional improvised solo piano concerts in Stuttgart, Southern Germany in the 1990s.

God work sucks.

In a world where we have a black President (FTW!) and jobs are disapearing (LAME), I can't really bitch that I'm having to dig out the sun all day. At least I HAVE a fucking job, lol.




But man... These are serious holes, and many of them. Lol. I don't know if I'm being a baby or if it's just a curve between us with our tolerance for work, but my left shoulder and my right forearm aren't having it. I worked up a technique with a shovel that relies less on my upper body by using my right arm as a crowbar for lifting. I don't burn out as fast that way. :-)

Still sucks though. Can't wait 'till it's done.