Below are the 25 most recent journal entries.
The last few times I picked up a guitar, I realized that I knew like 2 songs all the way through, and even then, the lyrics were shaky to me at best. I suppose I've been going through the last few years with some sort of pretence of crafting something new out of nothing, but considering the fact that I've barely written anything in the last two years, I'm starting to see what a poor musician I've become. I suppose without the prospect of failing school (and therefore life), I have been completely unmotivated to learn anything alerady written off by heart. If I'm really going to go around calling myself a musician, maybe I should actually learn to play some music.
With this thought in mind, I started rooting around through some things in the attic, and found a few old songbooks that belonged to my dad, and some that belonged to various gradparents and great-grandparents. I've resolved to learn a bunch of songs off by heart from them, even if they're just cheesy standards. Fortunately, it seems my elders had some pretty good taste, and I have several books with old leftist folks songs and country tunes - hurtin' music and the like.
Sitting here, writing this, I wonder to myself how I let things get this bad? If I had to answer that question, I would probably have to admit to laziness, but also, maybe I owe it to being a classically trained musician who got sucked pretty deep by punk rock (or whatever - underground music I guess). I've talked to people who found the concept of playing anything that's already been written too daunting, leaving creating their own songs the only option for playing music.
Maybe said form of music leaves me embarrassed at the concept of the craft of musicianship, as if I'm above it in some way. Or as if it's some sort of comprimise to play older songs. Or that the music is plain corny - rendered obsolete in the face of the last 25 years, in which some sort of new paradigm of artist has emerged, using - for all intents and purposes - a completely different set of tools. To use an analogy, is playing pop standards as ludicrous as ledbelly playing debussy and bartok?
For better or worse, we live in an age where the lines between art music and popular song are very blurred, and rather than trying to keep my classical training (which admittedly is actually fairly limited) and the music I actively try to write, seperate, I should use all tools available to me. I suppose that sounds kind of glib, but it's been hard for me at least.
Anyway, next time you see me, I'll have learned a few songs, and over the next few months I'm going to try and turn into a fucking jukebox. So invite me to your singalong parties.
I posted this on alison's thing but whatever if it gets the word out
I will pay you $25 dollars per trip to drive me to montreal. This is not a joke. I will not pay you in Canadian Tire money, Monopoly Money, or Disney Funbucks, I will pay cold hard cash. Oh yeah.
That's fifty dollars in cold hard Canadian legal tender for two trips. That's right, Fifty Dollars Guaranteed not to contain coins. Other services offer you scams with post-dated checks and fraudulent credit cards. I guarantee to pay you in cash.
But wait there's more! I can sit in whatever seat you want, with whatever window configuration suits you best. I don't care. I'm that crazy. What's more, act now and you'll recieve a free mix CD fresh from my iTunes playlist featuring a wide range of musical styles and genres*. You'll also recieve 5 hours of premium chat time on any subject** with none other than yours truly to spend as you see fit. That means you can chat with me for five hours straight, or in five hour periods. I'll even do half-hour and quarter-hour splits. I'm that crazy.
This is not a joke or a scam. Act now by reaching me over msn messenger, livejournal or any other internet portal. CASH CASH CASH!!!
*limited to noise, grime, electro-house, sonic youth or elvis costello
**subjects must not be more current than 1983
Always nice to get some props
read about this yesterday
I didn't realize this, but Nikki Sudden died last week. The Swell Maps and other of those early Rough Trade bands were a really big part of my life a few years ago, and Nikki continued to make weird albums and generally be a crazy dude for a while. He will be very missed in these parts.
It kind of makes me sad that The Swell Maps still sound crazy after all these years. Nobody puts baloon solos or blows bubbles in bathtubs on records anymore. Which is doubly weird, because with cheap sampling technology, it's is so much easier these days to do that stuff.
Mood: let's build a car
Sieg Heil on Maim Street
So nobody told me Pussy Galore were back together
I feel so out of touch sometimes....jeez
Last night I went to Videodrome 2 at the MOCCA to see a bunch of VJs "battle". I went there in the hopes of catching some of the latest TV Carnage stuff, but instead it was just a bunch of european guys "fucking shit up" with masks on. I've seen a couple of VJ things before, and most of the time it's just mixing a bunch of japanese movies with jungle, and there was a lot of that. It's like they use the latest technology to make me feel like it's 1994 again. And there were like three people in the audience who were raving pretty hard. By the end, it kind of smelled like BO.
On the other hand, it was a "battle", so I really got into the competition aspect of it. They held up a db meter and judged the competition by our applause. There was one team called...umm...Eclectic Method, that were good. They mixed rap videos with stuff like Frasier, and they actually scratched video in real time, which sounds lame, but it was really fun. Anyway, I wanted to see those guys win, so I got into cheering really loud for them. In the middle of their second set I was like "c'mon guys, you're slacking a little bit" to myself. But it ended up alright, since they topped it all off by mixing "Hey Ya!" with "Paperback Writer". They made Ringo look funny.
I didn't stay for the finals, because really, I can't have people think I like that shit.
You know that song by Weird Al called "Phoning in Sick" or something from his Bad Hair Day LP? If you haven't, it's one of those songs Weird Al puts on his records that aren't parodies of anything, and are kind of creepy because he sings them like he really means it, but they still have goofy Weird Al lyrics. It concerns a man phoning in sick to work who may or may not actually be sick and staying in his pyjamas to count his penny jar and stuff like that. Usually when I get sick, I take the opportunity to do those kinds of things, although when I woke up this Tuesday with the flu, what I really wanted to do was tear my face off with my hands and dump it into a bucket of icewater.
I generally don't care about feeling uncomfortable or sick, so I always forget how much it sucks being severely ill. This time, being under the weather had the added bonus of an ear infection, which freaked me the fuck out, since who needs a deaf audio engineer.
Anyway, I'm pretty much over the worst of it right now, although having to go to a media writing workshop at 8 in the morning on friday was less than amazing. I also have to catch up on a lot of work including a Video Tech Theory test, a course which I must admit, is begining to go right over my head.
I only recently discovered BBC's excellent Look Around You series, which only after poking around the site did I notice that Trevor and Steve had introduced me to it in the summer. They never actually showed me the series, just the songs of the future, and while I did play along and went "Machadaynu....how great", pretending I got it, I was secretly thinking they were taking that sound detectives thing too far. So anyway, apologies for that boys. I'll think twice before snobbing you out mentally again.
ok steve birek et all.
YouFaves (music - more stuff coming tomorrow):
Black Flag News Report with Chuck Dukowski being Chuck Dukowski, from some video at Target
Elvis Costello does Radio Radio on SNL 1979
The Screamers do 122 Hours of Fear
The Monks on Beat Club
France Gall - Poupee De Cire, Poupee De Son '65
Beastie Boys from 1982
That's probably enough for now...
Ok, I'm as pompous as the next guy, but this is a bit much.
way to suck the fun out of it, guy.
I've been going to the gym lately. I feel like it hasn't been worth it
I'm actually really psyched for the winter olympics.
I know this is a couple of years old now, but this excerpt of a pan of Chuck Klosterman's book pretty much sums up how I feel about the...um culture of today...lately (I don't want to say "the world" because there are much larger problems with the world than Chuck Klosterman.):
"Though he claims the entire spectrum of contemporary culture–from mainstream trash to the cult margins–his aim is really to gut the avant-garde and make it safe for himself and his readers. He’s leading the gentrification of alternative culture to its most destructive stage yet, which is why he namedrops Lou Reed, Kim Deal, Guided By Voices, David Lynch, Sid and Nancy and other hallowed figures of the avant-garde–and dumps them for excessive homages to Billy Joel, GNR and Saved by the Bell. He’s aware of the avant-garde, he knows their names, but in the end, as a Populist Middle-American, as the Jimmy Stewart of college radio, he rejects it in favor of mainstream crap on the guise that his posture is both kewl and ironic, in a supposedly uncool, authentic, hick sort of way."
Not that I think any of the artists mentioned in the Lou Reed/Kim Deal (in fact, the Pixies can suck my balls) vein are particularly avant-garde, but it kind of sums up that horrible bad irony that seems to be slapped on every commercial and entertainment magazine show in the past few years.
Sometimes I think the whole Gen X thing in the 90's shamed people into not liking stuff like Billy Joel, when they secretly loved him, so they held him at some sort of ironic distance, so they could still listen to his songs while appearing cool. So the real irony is that they in fact love him while pretending not to love him.
Then, other times, I wonder why I waste my time thinking about this crap when I'll be dead in ten years (no really...have you looked around lately?)
Mood: al before I got her address
For those of you that don't know I'm moving next month, and amidst all the packing away, I've been going through years of unmarked tapes and CD-R's,finding mostly scratched documents of embarrassing high school mixes including such gems as the get up kids (uhh...ok I bought one album so I could make out with one chick - it didn't work).
Anyway, I came accross the worst mix cd of all time. I swear to god you can't even make up how bad this thing is. Here's what's on it.
Judith - A Perfect Circle
Where's Your Head At - Basement Jaxx
Bullets - Hawksley Workman
Boys Don't Cry - The Cure
Friday I'm in Love - The Cure
Just Like Heaven - The Cure
Dredd Song - The Cure
Right Here In My Arms - HIM
Six Feet In The Ground - Howlin' Wolf
Sex Machine - James Brown
Taste of Ink - The Used
Once In A Lifetime - Wolfsheim
Swing Swing - All American Rejects (!!!!!!!)
Answering Bell - Ryan Adams
You're Gonna Die For Your Government - Anti-Flag
All I Know Is That I Don't Know - Operation Ivy
Sound System - Operation Ivy
Track 18 is just silence
You're Next In Line - Swingin' Utters
Seven Nation Army - White Stripes
4 CURE SONGS!!!! And they are the worst mixes I've ever heard of said songs...dredd song has star wars samples all over it for no reason.
I have NO idea who made me this, which is exactly what is making me obsessed. It must have been in 2003, but I have no idea who I knew that would hoist this pile of garbage into my life. If you have any information please tell me, because this is killing me.
Also, as to not make this entry a complete waste of time, I defy all of you to make the worst mix ever and see if you can top this monstrosity.
This post means little to nothing to anyone else, btw
Actually, Stevos your face is kind of obstructed by my cute little circle thing, but check out the pic. You look like a really pissed off russian spy that kills people by looking at their chest. And that is the greatest compliment I've ever given anyone.
Puberty Revisited - PS AIDS WOLF WAS AMAZING!! I'M PROUD OF ALL OF YOU
is it weird that I'm 22 years old and I can count the hairs on my chest?
( 33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005? Was this survey written by a 13 year old girl?Collapse )
Move over, black lesbians, there's a new "most persecuted minority" in town
gay inter-species trekkies are here...get used to it
Take the quiz: "WHAT ROCK BAND R U?? (COOL PICS)"
AWSUME UR ONE OF THE GREATEST ROCK BANDS EVER! THEY KICK ASS! U LIKE LOUD MUSIC AND LIKE TO HEADBANG! U HATE PRESIDENT BUSH AND I DONT BLAME U!!!
you know what I did today? I spent the day learning how to set areas of my keyboard to different output channels and different MIDI channels. Isn't my life so fucking interesting that it warrants my putting it up on the internet? I can just picture the look on all your faces when you realize that you will never get the last 30 seconds (or the last minute if you are a retarded person) of your life back. How about I tell you about my fucking dreams too. I'm sure you'd love to hear that. I bet you are so fucking interested that I'm listening to fucked up right now. ps - how super fun are fucked up?
Mood: Not Fucked Up
I got film like I don't use Mr. Clean/////////////////
OK!! Now that I have everyone's attention, does anyone out there know anything about film projectors? I recently came into some exposed 35mm film (with some crazy shit on it) and was wondering about how to play it. Are projectors expensive? I mean obviously I'm not looking for a good one, just one that projects 35mm film.
So basically I was down at the studio and Mike came up with this beat, and we came up with some lyrics for it. His little brother Elliot came up with the best parts I think. He came up with the line "big big big", and "eat my shit"...but he crossed the line with the "that's what you're woman said when I fucked her in the asshole". It was too raw even for me to hear it over and over again, so we censored it rap video styles...
I need to get a watch for work, and I was wondering if anyone knew where to get a good one? I'll probably just end up going to Value Village and get a cheap one to go with my amazing glasses.
I remember comming accross this in the pages of Select Magazine in 2000 and wanting it sooo badly, but not knowing where to get one. It's a drum machine watch that can speed up or slow down the tempo with a tap feature. I figured I could look stylish and be totally prepared to drop a beat for spontanious rap battles that break out around me. I still want it, and I still have no clue if its available anywhere or not.
I know street, street say he don't know you///
I though you might enjoy this post on Music Thing about making Noise. I don't have any money to get that many guitar pedals, but I figure you could get similarly interesting results using a bunch of free plugins and EnergyXT.
On the topic of noise, do Lightning Bolt HATE CANADA?
Also, did I tell you that I went to the Run the Road CD release with Jammer, D Double E and Ears, and it was AMAZING? Go to Riddim.ca to see some video clips.
I came to The Game with no girlfriend////
I had to do this type of thing at work for a proposal, where I I speced a few different possible studio setups. I can't legally put up the real ones I did, one up (seriously), but I had an extra 15 minutes, so I did kind of half of one for myself (I didn't have time to draw in the cables and everything...
Anyway, nobody cares about my opinion, but this is my dream studio that is somewhat within reach...if I buy it peice by peice over the next year and don't get the synths on the right...
Well, this one didn't work out
1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: Woody Woodycrest (Name of first pet / Street where you live)
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: Graham Crackers John(Name of your favorite snack food / Grandfather's first name)
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: Futurama Burger King (First word you see on your left / Favorite restaurant)
4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: MSG Philladelphia (Favorite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot)
5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: Gabbo Rio de Janeiro(Silliest Childhood Nickname / Town Where You First Partied):
6. "FLY GIRL/BOY" ALIAS: G Kno (Gino?) (First Initial / First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)
7. ICON ALIAS: Fruitopia Worchester Sause (Something Sweet Within Sight / Any Liquid in Your Kitchen)
8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: Puppy Etobicoke School of the Arts(Favorite Baby Animal / Where You Went to High School)
9. BARFLY ALIAS: Popcorn Tequila (Last Snack Food You Ate / Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink)
10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: Hardy Sambaiba (Middle Name / Street Where You First Lived)
11. ROCK STAR ALIAS: Peppermint Patties Moore (Favorite Candy / Last Name Of Favorite Musician)
12. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: Gakno Krtor ( First 2 letters of your first name and the first 3 Letters from your last name makes your first name. Take the first 2 letters of your mother's maiden name and the first 3 letters of the city you were born in for your last name)
I guess you're supposed to lie on these things to make them work...but then, what is the point of that