Ideas...They Just Happen Sometimes.

Life. As It Stands Now.

2010-01-14T06:40:00.001-08:00

It certainly took awhile to settle into what things are now; a very long, long time. Almost to a point where it’s time to start anew with a new blog. And not just a new post; I’m talking about a whole new blog page in general. And maybe with the new page, I might just start writing again. Yeah, it does feel good again, I’ll admit. Somehow there is just more to write about. Just a bit more to think about. Reminiscing the winding, twisted roads that brought me where I am today.

Then again, those roads span out longer than my last blog post. There are many things in my life I’ll never forget. Lost loves, feelings of unease, new friendships, lasting friendships, spreading my wings, discovering things of new, rediscovering things of old.

Michelle. Setting up the foundation to fly out of this coop into the broader skies. She doesn’t know it but life has some more surprises for her. Caught between wanting the treatment of adulthood with the care-free lack of responsibility that is children. She’s learning quickly though; her family will always love her and be there for her. But she will not always get our help.

Pasepa. Forever growing more intelligent and stronger by the hour. Some might think I love her as much as I should but I do. I just can’t show it as much as I’d like to. Truth is, no matter how annoying that kid can be, I will always love her. Probably because I was just like her when I was a kid.

Tati. This kid is one of the strongest influences in my life. Always pushing me to be better, to open my heart, to think the thoughts many don’t thing, to see the things people often me, to hear the sounds fainter and more distant than the needle drop, to feel life’s caress more gentle than a feather’s touch. She thinks she needs me so much but the truth is so different; I need her.

I’ve found myself in a very different place today. I am now different than who I was. I am now…
Johnny.

Pandora’s Box

2009-07-31T04:26:00.001-07:00

At first the life of man on earth was happier than it is now, and then miseries and discontents gradually crept in. Prometheus and Epimetheus created men only, not women.
When Zeus was angry with mankind, he devised the worst punishment he could think of, and invented Woman. Hephaestus, the smith of the gods, was instructed to form her from the earth and make her irresistibly beautiful. Each of the gods gave her his own special gift of skill, and from this she was called Pandora, "all gifted".
When she was perfected with every gift and arrayed in all her loveliness, this treacherous treasure was taken down to earth by Hermes, the messenger god who wears winged helmet and sandals to speed his flight, and given to Prometheus' foolish brother Epimetheus. Now Prometheus had warned his brother not to accept anything from Zeus, even if it looked like a gift sent in friendship; but Epimetheus as usual acted first and thought afterwards. He accepted the maiden from Hermes and led her into his house, and with her a great jar - some say a box or chest - which the gods had sent with her, telling her to keep it safely but never think of opening it.
This was too much for a lively girl like Pandora, who among her gifts was endowed with the first feminine curiosity. After restraining it for a little while, she at last gave in and lifted the lid from the jar, and from that moment began the sorrows of mankind. For each of the gods had stored in it the worst thing he was able to give, and wonderful as had been the gifts with which they endowed her, just as dreadful were the evils that rushed eagerly from the jar in a black stinking cloud like pestilent insects - sickness and suffering, hatred and jealousy and greed, and all the other cruel things that freeze the heart and bring on old age.
Pandora tried to clap the lid on the jar again, but it was too late. The happy childhood of mankind had gone forever, and with it the Golden Age when life was easy. From then on man had to wrest a hard living by his own labour from the unfriendly ground.
Only one good thing came to man in the jar and remains to comfort him in his distress, and that is the spirit of Hope.

Orpheus and Eurydice

2009-06-23T22:16:00.001-07:00

Orpheus, son of Apollo (god of the sun and also of music) and of Calliope (the muse of epic poetry), was so marvelous a musician that the wild beasts, and even trees and rocks and rivers, came to listen to him. The beautiful nymph Eurydice fell in love with him, and they were married.

Shortly after their marriage, Eurydice was bitten by a snake and died. Inconsolable, Orpheus expressed his grief in music, pleading with gods and men for the return of his wife. But ordinarily, of course, no one can return from the land of the dead. In desperation, Orpheus decided to go down to Hades to seek Eurydice and bring her back, if he could, to the world of light and life.

Finding an opening to the lower regions, Orpheus descended to the land of perpetual night. He saw the pale shadows of the dead and at last reached the throne of Pluto and Proserpine.

He sang his plea, begging that Eurydice be given back to him. It is said that his music was so beautiful that even the ghosts wept. The damned, whose labors were eternal, rested a moment from their endless toil to listen. Proserpine wept, and even Pluto was softened by the music.

Finally, Pluto agreed to permit Eurydice’s return to the land of the living.

“Take her,” he said to Orpheus. “She shall walk behind you; but if you look back at her before you reach the land of light, you will lose her forever.”

Orpheus was overjoyed. Keeping in mind the terrible commandment, he led Eurydice through the horrors of Hades. He kept his mind of one thought only: “Don’t look back!” Step by step they treaded their perilous way. At last the light of the upper world glimmered just ahead of them. In his exultation and impatience, poor Orpheus turned too soon to embrace Eurydice. She cried aloud as she saw him turn round, but her warning was too late. The mists closed in upon her, and once against she took up alone her weary pilgrimage to the land of eternal night.

Tortured by the bitterness of his loss, Orpheus began to rage. His rage turned to madness as he tried to grasp the shadow that had once been Eurydice. Returning to the upper air, he wandered until finally he withdrew to a solitary existence in a cave. He refused to have anything more to do with women. He therefore repulsed the advances of some Thracian maidens who had fallen in love with him. Infuriated by his lack of interest in them, they killed him. This, at last, he rejoined Eurydice, but as a shade, not as a mortal.

After his death, his magic harp was placed by Jupiter among the stars, where, as the constellation Lyra, it may be seen to this day.

an excerpt from Myths and Folklore
a piece from Greek and Roman mythology

Truths of Reality. It sucks, don’t it?

2009-06-14T16:05:00.001-07:00

The graduate with a Science degree asks, “Why does it work?”
The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, “How does it work?”
The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, “How much will it cost?”
The graduate with a Music degree asks, “Do you want fries with that?”

Son of a bitch, it’s completely true.

While very sad and well…quite honestly a real downer, looking at it in a positive light, I’d rather be broke and teaching music anyway than anything else (although, I wouldn’t mind having some goddamn money doing it too. Who wouldn’t?)

A couple years ago, I was going to attend a program in Vegas that would pay for my college education and a place of residence as long as a signed a contract saying “Hey, when I get out of college in 2 years, I’ll teach in your district, regardless of how underpaid I am, for 4 years. Woot!” And hey, I got no problem with that; they were even throwing in a free car! But then I realized how much shit my teachers go through to survive on their own let alone the fact that Mr. Anderson went an bought notebooks for all his students out of his own lint-filled pockets. Thus, the shining light of teaching over-dramatic, angst-filled, pre-teens the art of music while attempting to avoid the students who signed up for my class assuming musicians get laid is looking dimmer and dimmer.

But, with all that aside, that dim light is still an attainable one for me. Music has been a passion of mine since I was 16 and like a said before, I’d rather be broke and teaching music than being the necessary evil of corporate agenda or a dirt-bag CEO who purchases virginity on eBay (or Craiglists. But I’m not sure you can find ‘virginity’ there; just a mean crabs infestation.)

All-in-all, I really really wouldn’t mind guiding a generation of rebelling shit-heads through music. After all, it’s that rebelling force that shaped today’s rock and general pop genres of music. Just wished it was a more bright and promising future, you know? Wish I didn’t have to teach class on Thurdays and sell crack on Fridays.

Guess it’s like they always say. Don’t choose your career based on pay; even if paid well, you’ll never be as happy as you would doing something you love for less.
--I’ll do what makes me happy.

Jack Conte. Acoustica Modernized.

2009-06-12T07:44:00.001-07:00

Image by Tati.

If you’re one for new and original music with an incredible outer-worldly and unique tone to it, Jack Conte is for you. Jack Conte wraps together the deranged sounds of Radiohead with the intricate composure of philharmonic orchestras, and pours it out of his heart into beautiful pop delicacies for your ear-holes.

Jack Conte is notorious for discord chaos and very unique harmonies and chords (and incredibly made VideoSongs); especially in his recent work. Often coming with very dark emotion, contrasting composure, and philosophical lyrics. The music has a tendency of making you think; yet somehow, you still can get lost in the waves of lush sonics that Jack Conte always delivers.

Let’s take a look at one of his recent works.
(Most of which you can find on Jack Conte’s MySpace and YouTube)

I hope you enjoy his music. His music isn’t free but worth every penny of that 99¢ per song. Even worth more if you buy his EPs (Nightmares and Daydreams and Sleeping In Color).

Also, check out Nataly Dawn (YouTube / MySpace), girlfriend of Jack Conte and also a very talented singer/songwriter. Also look into Pomplamoose (YouTube / MySpace); a combination of Jack Conte’s music and Nataly Dawn’s.

Enjoy. :)
And make sure to comment on their music.
I’m sure they appreciate it.

(I’ll probably write a separate Pomplamoose blog/review later.)

Stargaze Symphony.

2009-05-20T05:31:00.001-07:00

Living in the city comes with it’s faults;
no sight of the vibrant star-light fly,
no looking up for outer-worldly thought.
Just a bland, polluted, mid-night sky.

Shine your vibrant sound
bright across Mother’s face.
Over ocean eyes and forest crown;
shine your healing sound;
Harmonize the serene light grace.

The sound in the city is music the same,
with far less beauty.
Imprisoned with noise, no star-fly song came;
with far more meaning.

Tiny lights hum countless;
Shimmering their soothing medley.
Lulling Mother, each note’s caress;
the mid-night spell remains melancholy.

Bows of light across the dark night sky
variant notes, majestic harmonies.
City bound night blinding cry,
dull grey slur of distain chimneys.

Dawn cues closing of Stargaze Symphony;
sky silencing as the blue orchestra returns.
Before however,
Encore! The star-flies play,
as Mother rises.

Improvised Essay.

2009-05-12T12:17:00.001-07:00

What makes jazz special is improvisation – creating ideas on the spot. Write an improvised one-page essay on any subject. Just let one idea flow to the next.

This one seems do-able. I can do an improvised essay and fill this page with so much pointless writing fluff that I could make it to the end of the page without even establishing a clear topic to the essay. Or, I could fill the page with random words with no particular meaning. Not that I would do that anyway because I would be bored as all hell writing this; I might as well seek a little entertainment from this, ya' know?

So, I have to establish a topic (which is actually something normal people do before starting the damn paper anyway). Let's say this paper is on … how about “writing an improvised essay”. That'll work, no? I think so. Can't be that difficult since, in essence, I'm writing about what I'm doing. This assignment just got a whole lot easier!

At the time of writing, I'm sitting at my desk trying to finish assignments while dreading the following hours which lead to my testing at the school. It's the English portion of the exams though, so I'm fairly confident about this part. Tomorrow, it's the math portion...and for that I'm not so confident. That's something I never really liked about math, it's possible to make mistakes, even if you know exactly what you're doing. And there is no creativity in mathematics from my perspective. It's just too linear for me. Hmm, I wonder if what I just said there was a pun or not.

Anyways, my method to this is while not being exactly 'informative', as long as you're at least mildly entertaining, you can't go wrong. Like a really smelly doggy, but at least it's cute. You make up your shortcomings with humor and maybe just a dash of … well, whatever I'm doing here. Guess I didn't realize that I might have to read over what I'm typing now to find out what I just composed was terrible. Either way, I'm turning it in, you know what I mean?

You know, I might even lower the font size from the standard 12pt just so I can write more. This is proving to be a little more entertaining than I originally thought it was going to be. Just letting words roll off the ol' thought factory. Words; pieces of myself put on paper. Just not literally; don't worry about that. Every part of me is still thoroughly attached to my person.

I should probably include something about music here. Considering it is for a music class. Right now, I'm listening to “Free Fallin'” by Tom Petty. Ah, such a classic this song is. I've always heard it but am just now appreciating it's beauty and intense emotional chorus. Classic rock has always been a genre I've always come back to every now and again. Just a couple months ago, I was scoping out some old Boston albums. The music really reflects more than the direct lyrical meaning but instead, to me, reflects a time; a generation of people. It's like that for many classic rock songs. They are anthems of the people who lived at the time and windows into how the generation grew up to be our scolding parents. Yeah, that's right; scolding parents. But I'll never call parents “hypocrites”.

Yep, I got room to write a short paragraph on hypocrisy. My own mom didn't tell me until I got kicked out of high-school that she was kicked out too and that she only got her GED. She told me she didn't want to tell my sister and I this because she feared that we'd use that knowledge and think “well, mom dropped out and look where she is now, I can do that too”. Parents who do wrong growing up want the best for their kids. But some discredit them the respect because they made the same mistakes. I don't believe in that. Hypocrisy works one way and only in contradiction of what you say to what you do; not to what you have done.

Well, would you look at that; I managed to put something meaningful in here. It wasn't intended but the assignment is done in just a few more lines. I hope you've enjoyed the journey your eyeballs have taken down this sheet of paper. I've certainly enjoyed creating it's terrain and landmarks. Until next time, the writing ends...

HERE.

Demons.

2009-04-21T18:30:00.001-07:00

Haunting within all of us,
is an evil.

Whether you be that demon or not;
that is how you chose to live your life.

Not questioning the existence of your latter;
simply ignorance.

Injustice.

2009-04-19T16:32:00.001-07:00

I don’t say a whole lot to offend. But there comes times when I have to express myself. And therein, I have options to do so:

Live with internal conflict.
Resolve through strife.
Be indirect through context.
Be a straight-up dick to someone.

That last option has rarely been used, but I swear people this time got options three and four mixed up.

So, I said some things. That had an internal meaning, right or wrong, and people blew up like a just shot down someone’s hopes and dreams. Like I just kicked someone in their proverbial nuts, told them what a scar to society they are, and maybe spat on their bucket list.

There are things you say.
There are things you mean.
And…
There are things you say and mean.

And before you get all huffy and puffy, I recommend you figure out what I meant first. Before you blow something out of proportion.

Taking sides is also stupid.
Get view of the entire picture, sheep.

Who.

2009-04-18T22:45:00.001-07:00

Watch from a distance the thoughts of another.
As they try to identify:
The world,
Their past,
Their future,
Themselves.

Watch from a distance the thoughts of another.
As they try to identify:
Your world,
Your past,
Your future,
Themselves.

Most everything a person does in their life is just avoidance of thinking introspectively. To avoid learning who they are. They look outwards. And ultimately forget themselves and prove themselves malleable.

Who?
Who are you?

The Art of Telling a Story

2009-04-10T22:45:00.001-07:00

Storytelling. An ancient way of passing down history and culture by word of mouth and through scripture. Once the only way, now it is used to take people to knew worlds. To show them things they could have not seen and sometimes even show them things relatable to their own lives that it indeed reveals things they may have already known.

Telling a story on the spot takes a skill. Especially if such a story was a true one. For the audience to feel the same as you, sometimes it’s the littlest of details that could potentially feel indifferent toward it. Recounting small details in order and expressing the intended tone is all important. And sometimes, stress must be presented on certain points to pass on a universal moral to the story. Something a person must personally learn to understand the story’s true underlying meaning.

However, more often than not, these key ideas are malleable. And the theme of the story can be bended to the teller’s will. This can turn a story into an example. It can incite a number of feelings.

A story, a fairytale at that, once strengthened an entire people again a conqueror.

On April 9, 1940, the Nazi legions of Hitler Germany overran the little country of Denmark. To save the country from devastation, the Danes did not fight actively, but adopted a policy of passive resistance. As the years went by, the Danish underground became more and more effective. At their meetings, the Danes would often read aloud a fairy tale. The story was broadcast over the secret radio. The Nazis could do nothing against this weapon. The tale, “The Wicked Prince,” by Hans Christian Anderson described a tyrant who had conquered the earth. In his ambition, he attempted to conquer the heavens, too, but he was defeated by a single little gnat.

It’s Quite Peculiar.

2009-02-27T07:08:00.000-08:00

Writing comes so naturally when I close my eyes and let my thoughts go. But then again, my writing doesn’t make sense. Maybe it might mean something to others but certainly not to myself.
It’s quite peculiar.

There are dire times of dark thought but only in the presence of love and family is when I feel personally feel darkest. Wanting to be alone is a nice thought. But not so much with the idea of being lonely. It’s a case of fantasy being a good idea and reality not.
It’s quite peculiar.

Poetic sense is something often taught to people before they are well off enough to express their feelings. But it bothers me most that all good advice comes as a poem. Who coined the idea of poetic scheme anyway? I prefer to ponder out loud with the opinions of the world to scrutinize my insanity.
It’s quite peculiar.

Being the subject of judgment is a harsh spot to be in. Truth is like the sun. No one can bare look it in it’s naked presence. And spoken truths seem tainted the moment it leaves lips. Honesty within people never goes without question. That’s the foundation of promises. Dishonesty.
It’s quite peculiar.

A Sky of Ashes.

2009-02-22T01:21:00.000-08:00

Looking to the sky,
he failed to understand behind the freedom and liberation
was the doom of mankind.
The coming Apocalypse.
The end of time approached fast.

The bliss of not knowing.
In the midst of his fated doom,
he was still happy not knowing what approached.

It wasn't until that doom revealed itself true
that he feared it.

Eyes growing wide at the sight of the once open blue sky
turning the bright orange of the inferno.
The streak in the sky like a arrow of blinding fire,
The sight both beautful...and yet, so devastating.

Looking to the sky,
he understood the fear branded into the freedom and liberation.
What is now binded into the souls of many.
The arrived Apocalypse.
The time is niegh.

The life is gone.
Taken back by the tide of destruction.
From ashes to ashes.

Headrush.

2009-02-21T18:52:00.000-08:00

I think so often of things to say and blog about...
But when it comes time to compose my ideas...I draw a blank.

Could it be fear? Fear of being criticized for my silly and often idiotic ideas. Or maybe I'm just pompous. Feeling that others do not deserve to share my ponderings of the world and life's eternal mysteries. Maybe my thoughts are a paradox. Too often about me thinking of thinking. Too little of thinking about some logical. Or something with an answer for that matter.

I answer little anyway. Often times questions are answered with an additional question. Either that be the method of stupidity or ignorance, that just seems to be the way to world operates. Maybe people should just be honest with themselves and admit they don't know the answer. Who knows, maybe we'd live in a world with less of the common ignorant person.

Now, it would look like I was bashing people and saying that I am not the same. But that's not the case. For I am the same. Ignorant to ideas. Ignoring what I don't like. Avoiding others who question my ideals but rethinking is far too stressful. These are what we call "morals".

Morality is a 2 way door. It often leads to the development and traits of your own persona and therefore makes who you are. But it also leads to ignorance when it calls for obvious chance. People shudder at the obvious truth when they've learned their ways are lies. People don't want to be wrong.

Then again, maybe I was the wrong one all along.

Mixed Feelings of Flying Alone.

2009-02-21T04:31:00.001-08:00

Sanity seems less and less of a reality when you don't feel connected to yourself. You don't want to lie to others but in turn lie to yourself. Guess it's the way things have to be. Importance fades and the wings of a new age spread and take flight. Alone. In the skies...

They warn of flying solo. The hardest person to understand is yourself with so many people around to blur your self image but when you're truly alone...the loneliness of flight. That's the chance you have to single your thoughts about yourself.

I don't know the feeling of flying solo personally but one can imagine the feelings of it. No one to evaluate what you think or say. No reason to talk at all. No one is around. Just yourself. Will you listen to yourself? What do you think you'd have to say. Alone. Alone in the dark sky. What once looked so liberating is now so imprisoning. Trapped in the untamed and open skies. It seems so ironic, doesn't it?

You long for companionship.
Whoosh!
A desperate plummet for the ground. The Earth. Life. Others to understand. Others to talk to. The skies are too cold and isolated. So large and open. No one else to understand. Just yourself to contemplate. The earth is so warming and welcoming. Down, down...to the warming Earth. The desperation for companionship will be your downfall instead...

Whoosh!
Down, down...into the warming Earth.

Monthly Mix-Pack [February 2009]

2009-02-03T13:46:00.000-08:00

Alright, we begin this project with a fairly random pack of music shoddily sampled together for the mix-tune. Didn't take too long to make and I'm fairly sure I can shell out out of these every month. Next month will be theatrical rock though, I think. I just want to do that one for some reason. Maybe every other month I'll do a theme and the others will be random selections. Or maybe all with be random selections...

I don't know.

So, for the release.

February 2009 Monthly Mix-Pack

Preview Mixtune

Andrew Bird - Heretics

A Static Lullaby - The Art of Sharing Lovers

Future Prophecies - Magnetic

Subkulture - Erasus

Jon Lajoie - Sunday Afternoon

The Fray - Vienna

Ahmad - Back In The Day

Boston - Higher Power (ExcruciationX Edit)

DOWNLOAD

MixPacks.

2009-01-30T18:32:00.000-08:00

This is regarding the project with the music packs. I still haven't come up with a clever name, logo scheme, or month theme so the first pack released (which will be February) probably won't have those things. Instead, I will outsource to people to think of a name for the project and maybe even find some way to recruit contributors and a method to utilize them.

Essentially, this is just an old-skool way of music sharing/discovery. I mainly blog about music and I present you with tracks that may or may not catch your attention. Thinking again about it, this project probably won't go anywhere but you never really know until you try and thus...

The first pack will be released next month.

I'm excited to see where this goes.

Updates coming soon.

A Self-Reflection.

2009-01-27T06:33:00.000-08:00

Blogging.

A blog is a way of channeling thoughts. Like a journal of ideas. Except it's made public if you choose. Lately, there are things I've been thinking about but none I have to “publish” to the public. No one is interested in what I have to think about except myself and a few choice others who will understand through their own reflecting.

My persona is forged.

Not false, but it is my own creation. A patchwork of elements I thought would make a certain person I owe the world to happy but today...I've forgotten about that person. And I think it was about time I did. The idea lurks but I've learned by falling again in love...that I don't need her although I still owe her. My pursuit is over.

Over.

I wish to be alone.

In solitude, I can realize myself.

Not alter myself to make others happy.

On the other hand...could it be possible that my sanity is slipping?

Fulfilled Desire. A Piece Of Nostalgia.

2009-01-26T08:03:00.000-08:00

Yep. That's right. I'm going to blog, not about an artist, not about a genre, but about a single piece of music. One piece, that makes me shiver. Not only for it's intense beauty, but for the beauty it reflects onto moving pieces that thrust me into my childhood and into the boundless universe known as...

Final Fantasy VII.

Final Fantasy VII will always have a place in my heart solely due to it's epic and otherwise unforgettable story. It pulls you in like a good book. You 'discover' in a story like that. You become part of the universe as you learn with the charcters and the characters themselves. And this is exactly what this rendition of Final Fantasy VII themes I'm blogging about is. Like the game...you 'discover'. And it really has a story of it's own. Just listen.

H.Quality Audio Download (Right-Click then Save As)

Another thing I admire is the fusion of styles and prominent themes. This particular piece comes from the credit roll of Final Fantasy VII : Crisis Core. But it's infused with both themes from the original game and Crisis Core. Both games had different composers. Nobuo Uematsu for Final Fantasy VII (Original) and Takeharu Ishimoto for Crisis Core with used some themes from VII as well as new themes for Crisis Core. Then Kazuhiko Toyama did the credit score, infusing both armadas of musical genius from both directing composers and what we have is...wait.

I already posted it up there. You know what it is already!

Beautiful! That's what it IS!

Listen.

Live.

Love.

Daft Punk. New-Age...Oldies.

2009-01-24T09:23:00.000-08:00

That's right.

Dudes in robots suits never did look so cool until Daft Punk rolled up.

It's likely that you've heard of these guys already. Actually, I'm going to go out on a limb and say MORE than likely because if you've heard of the infamous song "One More Time", you've heard Daft Punk. Not only have you heard Daft Punk, but you've heard a song from their best known album "Discovery".

How well known is this song? Here's a little experiment. Find someone who listens to mainstream radio. Play the song from the beginning to them. Give it only five seconds. I'm willing to bet money that the person will either know the song name, the lyrics, the artist, or even all three. You gotta' love Daft Punk. Especially for a guy like me. They launched a form of electronica into the mainstream. These guys are legends! (Even though it was more of pop than anything. Hahhah.)

There's just a magic to the "Discovery" album. It takes you back in the days. Especially, for me, a 90s kid. I remember One More Time coming on the radio when I was a kid. That, and "I Wish I Could Fly" and that one song from Vanilla Ice (Man, that guy sucked). "Discovery" is probably their most well-known album. Or was it "Homework"? I don't know. I like it a lot and you should too. I also recommend the song(s) "Digital Love" and "Something About Us" from that album. Good jams, good jams, indeed.

If you looked into those song links, you'll notice they're synced up to music. Now you may be thinking they're cheesy YouTube use AMV videos but they AREN'T. Nope, Daft Punk made an anime movie-ish thing to go along with their "Discovery" album called "Interstella 5555" (That's right. You can click that linky and watch the whole damn thing.) Give it a watch. Thanks to my fancy hyperlink texties!

Well, this is where it goes downhill. The next album Daft Punk released was "Human After All" and it was...alright *cough*garbage*cough. Who said that? It was at least "alright". And I use that word sparingly because really...it was garbage. The album was released in 2005 and there was an internet leak of it before it actually came out and get this...people didn't believe it was the real thingb because it sounded like diarrhea. If you listen to "Discovery" THEN "Human After All", you will hear the poopy-ness. "Human After All" is probably a compilation of the most repetative songs I've ever heard. And it's not just a repetative structure where a verse repeats one too many times. I mean REPETATIVE as in "I don't need 1;30 intro of the same loop" repetative. Yeah, that bad. Dead serious.

But in all fairness, I guess the fans really beat that album out of them. And that's what you get...beaten out of music. Thier muse wasn't communicating well with a geeky electro chicks outside flashing her chest at them. You know something that they released that was awesome? The Alive 2007 Tour album!

It's widely disputed that Daft Punk used 'samples' from existing songs in their songs and never gave credit to the sample artists. Even going to extent of DENYING that they used the songs as samples, thus DENYING credit. Which is a pretty douchbag thing to do even though people widely believe that they did. Why? Because people have pretty much recreated Daft Punk songs with the alleged sample songs. The artists may be borderline douchebags, but are still amazing, nonetheless.

In all...I beg for a new Daft Punk album. I've read from somewhere before that there is a new one in the works, but I really hope they take more than 6 weeks for this one. I doubt they'll ever top "Discovery" but I think they could cut it pretty damn close. But until then, enjoy their current discography.

Lists And Excuses.

2009-01-23T16:30:00.000-08:00

Alright, I've been thinking of a new project. One that shares music. Although, it's probably...a bit on the illegal side. Many who know me know that I go through music like a girl through clothes. I listen to almost anything and I'd like to share. I want to release monthly or weekly or even bi-weekly "packs" of songs I'm listening to then along with a blog entry of it's contents, why I like them, and why you should listen to them.

It's not more for the listener's experience because I know this probably won't catch on quickly or at all but it's a start for more experience in writing about a fixed topic. Especially about one that I like such as music.

These packs of music will be free for download and will range from mainstream music and underground stuff as well across the genre spectrum. I haven't decided if each pack will have a theme but genres will vary from ska to rock to rap to DnB. We're going for an "everything" kind of deal here. To quench the thirst for sound for everyone.

I've been pondering the project for a couple months now, originally offered up to the web-forum ''Homebrew Heaven". The project was turned down due to it's "slightly" illegal nature. (Because no one pirates music these days.) But I thought I might still do the project independantly for my own enjoyment. Maybe I'll be able to work out a deal to also run the project from the forum.

Also, I've procrastinated on The PedoFILES Project for too long. The project will be re-organized and restarted soon. It was a service to the internet for the youth and I think now, more than ever, it is needed to send a message. And with our new president, Barrack Obama, we can further this project into something else as he is one of the first US presidents to be current in the digital age. Doubtful. But anything is possible if I put my all into it.

I've spent a long time starting projects I never finish. And not because the task was bigger than I am but because I'm a lazy bastard. That, and because I got a lot of things to do. I want to finish more of what I start now. Starting with the projects already on my plate. Maybe if I finish my projects, more people will read into them. Hahhah!

Well, goodnight, everyone. (Everyone = little number of people. -_-)

Andrew Bird. The Amazing Noise.

2009-01-21T20:08:00.000-08:00

It's not often a find an artist I like this much. Well, I'll like them for a about a week but then I move on. But Andrew Bird is something else. His music is so much more. It's amazing noise. I learned about Andrew Bird from Buddy, a friend of mine. He showed me the song "Scythian Empires". And for a bit, I only listened to that song but slowly progressed into finding the albums and becoming into it ever since. His music isn't like what's out there today. Instead, it takes a step back and adds it's own new-age element in.

That, along with Bird's inate ability to whistle bringing an unworldly sound to the mix is what makes his music his own. Not a lot of artists have their own distinct style these days. But Andrew Bird has really established his own. The man's imense talent is notible not only on his albums, but the real magic happens live. Recreating his sound would be difficult for a band but Andrew Bird manages to create a plathora of swirling harmonies with just himself, and Martin Dosh (who plays drums and keys at the same time). Take a look at this.

That's right, just him and Martin.

I recommend giving him a listen. You can find many of his live shows on YouTube and he has a MySpace Page. Be sure to check out his albums "Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs" and "Armchair Apocrypha". Those are the two that I have but he also has another coming out called "Noble Beast". I'll likely write about that one too after I get it. Definitely check out the song "Heretics".

I hope everyone enjoys him. He's got great songs and moving lyrics.

Projecting. [Late]

2009-01-21T19:20:00.001-08:00

Well, it's a new year, folks.
Another year of life.
Another year of strife.
Another year of tears.
Another year of love.
Another year of happiness.
Another year of family.
Another 12 months of smiles.
Another 365 days of dreaming.
Just another piece of your time-line, everyone.
Make the best of it. :)

I got projects coming along. I think this year I'm going to try and get more tunes up on my page. I feel inspired. Let's hope the streak continues. And that brings me to addendum B. As I hope success for myself, I really wish the best to fellow musicians around me. So, I hope to throw support their way to those actually bother to read my blogs and forum posts.

The AFTERMATH:
A great group of musicians that I wish the best for. We share mutual respects, talents, and tastes. I've known most of the members for awhile. We all went to Desert Pines together. Guitarists Bert (known as Grave) and Kevin (known as xDead Freedomx) were also members of my old failure of a band "Destined To Fall" back in the days. Keyboards masta' and death-metal growling monster, Brice (known as Black Plague), used to be in my junior year Algebra class. Man, he's probably seen me sleep more than anyone. On the bass you got Luigi (known as Zero). Didn't know him much back in the day but he's proven himself a good pal and a mighty vocalist. And on the drums, you got Eric (known as Chaos). The guy beats on those drums like they owe him money. It's quite a show. I recommend seeing them live. They've become something rather of a success story as their band holds a stable fan-base. But I seek to brighten their limelight. These guys should be known about. Here's what they say about themselves:
" well, the only way to properly describe aftermath: aftermath yeah, that's it...you just have to listen to us! we can be serious or off the wall, it all depends on the song. there's 6 people, each with their own cards to bring to the table. we try our hardest and we play what we want to play...so check us out and let us know what you think! "
As a critic, I say: "Fun for the entire family." As a metal fan, I say: "Your family is dead. Metal killed them and that pleases you." Go give them a listen or two. Tell them what you think.

Dimension Theory:
Definitely scope this guy out for his tracks. He's pretty much my mentor and often times a partner when it comes to music. He composes the same way I do and as a distinct electronic infused heavy metal sound coming out of his ass. Like the guy needs any endoresment from ME though. The dude has a over a thousand friends. What a Myspace whoring bastard. :)

The Kurgans:
Haven't seen them live but I hear good things from their MySpace profile (link provided) and what my buddy Amanda told me about them as she threw them my way and I'm always a fan of some good ol' punk rock. I don't know any of the members personally but what I hear is good enough for me to want to meet them. Give them a listen. You won't regret it.

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This original draft was written a little while ago, for reference. And there are more groups I'd like to mention but I can't quite recal right now. But while I'm here, I might as well continue. My life is blah. I want to blog more. It actually pretty calming. If you live in California and you're subscribed to Daily Breeze, there is a chance I deviler your newspaper in the morning. And why everyone demands their damn paper be on the porch...I have no idea. Come meet me outside so we can have a little 'talk'.

The MySpace blogging interface doesn't work in Google Chrome. Which doesn't make sense since MySpace was bought out by Google. And YouTube. So, if YouTube already endoreses to watch videos with the new Google Browser...why doesn't the MySpace blog interface work with it...? And why isn't there RSS in it? It's already out of beta. Eh? I'll write another blog about it later.

Quittin' time.
Later, readers.

A New Project! And Various Other Things To Cover.

2008-07-09T01:37:00.000-07:00

I've come to the realization that gone of my blog names have clever titles. And all of them pretty tell the reader that this guy has not posted a new blog in a such a long ass time that he needs to post one that covers like...a month or two worth of activity. Well...assuming I actually did anything worth mentioning...which there rarely is...UNTIL NOW!

Introducing, the newly revived PedoFILES Project! A project dedicated solely to those logs I used to make months ago! But this time it has new objectives added. Before, the project was mainly making jokes on creepy men. It was just a joke to bust pedophiles. But now, I feel a new duty has been added to The PedoFILES Project's plate. And that is to expose the true nature of pedophilia on the internet. Sometimes I get this stupid feeling that some people think that online predators are myths. Like, "it won't happen to me", sorta thing. But if you're a meebo user...you are SURROUNDED by them.

I'm currently working on the blog page for the project. You can find the link to The PedoFILES Project HERE. Or all the other times I mentioned it. Hahhah!

Music.
I'll be getting back to it. I've just been so damn busy with this project to even think about opening FL Studio or even adding music I've wrote to my myspace or posting it here. I'll try to get back into the blogging groove. But then again, it's like 4 people actually read this stuff...

Oh, a friendly reminder.
Join up on www.homebrewheaven.net.
It's a great site full of great people.

Silver Linings Outwiegh The Bad Clouds Sometimes.

2008-06-11T03:40:00.000-07:00

Today, was an outrageously bad day for me. Sitting on a bus with not much to do but ignore the pain in my knees and ass as I sat patiently for landmarks to pass by to signify I was actually going anywhere. Next to me, some dude talking on his phone via walkie talking mode throughout the whole thing. I sat patiently. The last thing I need is to start something and be removed from the bus like that other guy was kicked out last time...middle of nowhere. I didn't even think that was legal.

Today, was my trip to Las Vegas to attend my sister Michelle's graduation. She's graduating before I am...everyone keeps reminding me.

Arrival was the silver lining that made that trip worthwhile. She was there to meet me.
Seeing her smile and hearing her laugh was the best thing that has happened to me in months. Sad, I know. But I still love her and I'm sure she knows it. I won't try anything significant. I am her friend now. How I wish we were alone for a bit though...

Looks like the first time in awhile I'm going to sleep with a smile on my face.
Well, goodnight those who actually read this stuff.

I'm Going Back To Bed...

2008-05-11T08:45:00.000-07:00

Another early morning.
Slept outside...again.
It really isn't too bad.
Except for the mosquitoes...
I'm still itchy.

Sitting on this couch outside.
The same I just awoke from.
I love the cold.
I hate mosquitoes...
Biting bastards...

Ugh, they're going to church.
Ew...

It's Mother's Day.
I gotta' call my mom.
I really love that lady.
I miss her already...

Well, now that I'm awake I'll start typing stuff that isn't just a small sentence. Stuff that possibly will make more sense but will be...well...not so funny. I've begun music work again and I've got some more entries to the ol' scrap folder. Hopefully, some of those works will be reopened and I can make something from them. I'm tired of one night songs. Some of them turned out real good like Digital Dreams but a majority disappoint. It's time for me to up the quality. I need to cross that threshold to professionalism.

There is one girl...
I keep thinking about her.
She's always keeping me up with thought.
You know who you are.
The girl that is messy.
Hahhah!
Unlike yourself I don't keep you guessing when I say something about you.
You know who you are.

More Updates And An AdSense.

2008-05-08T00:43:00.000-07:00

Alright, I've rigged the laptop.
Finally, it's working like a charm.

XP really did the trick.
Now it's time to get some more RAM and a better case.

On to music news, even though I have my new "paper" to write more music.
I still lack a suitable "pen".
That's right...I need a USB mouse.
YOU can help me.

Go ahead and click the ads or...just send me a damn mouse.
Please!

There are no words to describe just how shitty this touchpad is.

I've completed my adsense signup.
Make me some money by check out some products brought to my page by Google!

I'd like to give a shoutout to two people.

My biggest fan, Harold.
No one bumps my tunes as hard as you do.
Thanks for the support, dude.
Digital Dreams is such a crappy song though...

And to Brandon, we pull through life together, bro.

I'll try and keep up with the blogs.
I just have nothing to say about doing...absolutely nothing.