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One guitar, one voice. The song is called “Why Else the Love?” and the lyrics are below. The song  is about, you guessed it, divorce. Mine in particular.

you noticed
that i was
without me

we forgot
who i was
before this

i know that
to forget
is goodness

you’re gonna have to wait
a long time
you’re never gonna see me
be just right

but why else the love

a contest
to see who
is angrier

let’s call the
whole thing off
and be friends

not gonna have to wait at all
never gonna have to call you all

for why else the love

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I wanted to find a cool quote about persistence, but I gave up.

So, Dragon Age is done.  Seventy hours over about three weeks, and it’s finally over.  I have to say, it was a great game, I recommend it if you know what you are getting into, but it’s a long game, and if you are a completist like me, you are going to want to keep on truckin’ til you’ve gotten your mitts on every last piece of loot in the game…and believe me when I say this: there’s a lot of loot.

Oh hold up, you think I’m posting this to gloat about how tenaciously I labored through a feckin’ video game, don’t you?  Well, Mr. Fancy Pants adult-like person, that’s not it at all.  I’m actually relieved that game is over, because my reward for completing the game was that I would immediately fall back into line, finish up my University application, and study up to take my final MCSA test.  Sorry, did I say reward?  I meant “reward”:

Ironic Eyebrow in Effect

Ironic Eyebrow in Effect

Now that my time in the game is over, I actually did what I said I was going to do: I put in my University app, and I bought the official Microsoft Press study guide so that I could get some studying done at work and leave the book there.

What else has been going on is a lot of work on the personal front: primarily, a new diet and exercise regime that is slowly but surely killing my soul leading me to good looks, fitness, and a new happiness that I never thought possible. Thanks be to Richard Simmons (for he is mighty indeed!), I have managed to lose more than 25 pounds and I actually am in much better shape than I’ve been in years.

“Two free internets to you, good sir” I hear you say, “But how do you manage all this bad-ass progress without spontaneously shattering the egos of everyone you meet?”

And, you know, I really have no answer to that.

So things are going well.  My wife might be getting gainfully employed soon, I’m going back to school (still not entirely trusting that possibility, since I still currently have no way to pay for it), and my ass looks better than it has in years, darlings.

One little thing that happened which was not so great (if indirectly) was that my neighbors got their Christmas stash stolen, along with a new computer and some other swag that was dear to them.  Fortunately, I was able (and more than willing, as it was a particularly slow day at work that day) to do a couple of things to help them out.  For one, I knew a way to get in touch with one of our local TV reporters by the name of Barclay Bishop, and they did a great little story on their plight, so hopefully they will be able to salvage some kind of holiday out of the mess that currently exists.  Here is that story, if you care to see it.

The other thing is that I was able  to get them a replacement PC, thanks to luck and my boss, who kinda pleasantly surprised me by being very cool about the whole thing.  It’s used, but not a bad beater system overall, and anyway, one can’t be without a computer these days.  One thing which is weird is that they insist that I only let them borrow the system, when I thought I was being quite clear that it was a gift.  Of course, I don’t expect them to use the thing forever.  Hell, they could sell it for parts tomorrow and that would be fine with me: the point was that I was saying here, take this shit and run with it, chuck it out the window, whatever, but it’s a gift, not a rental.

Anyway, that been the rundown for the past few months.  Notice the conspicuous absence of music talk.  The truth is, I’ve been playing a good bit in my bedroom, in between extensive sessions of sitting around all gothed-up underneath all my Robert Smith posters and daydreaming of being a rock star, but I just haven’t been feeling confident enough to sell myself into recording a new song, even though I’ve been playing with a few ideas.  I think it’s finally dawning on me that my method for constructing material relies mostly on madness and a sort of nonchalance (egoists call this confidence) that I find hard to muster up.  Plus, I just don’t think I’m as good as I used to be, and this is saddening. of course, deep down, I know it’s really all about self-perception (not that this knowledge helps in any way, mind).  I may not be Mozart, but I can beat the pants off a lot of people who make shit-tons of money just by talking about their preferred brand of Champagne.  The fact that I don’t really feel like a precocious genius anymore doesn’t preclude me from participating in something fun like music composition, but it is something I’ve got to be cool with to actually press that pesky “record” button, because, to paraphrase William Shakespeare and therefore slyly prove how goddamed smart I am, posterity is a bitch to a perfectionist.

How to Make REAL Art #1

I just realized for the maybe the thousandth time that I am a badass music making mofo.  And as a consequence of this fact, not only do all the ladies love to undress me with their oh so sexy eyes, but this music that I make makes me a true artist as well.

There are a  lot of things, of course, that makes this proposition so very very real to the world, but for me, the first thing that finally clinched the universal acknowledgment of my uncanny artistic eminence was the fact that I always give my songs impenetrable names.  For instance, I might write a song about my doggy who I love so very much.  Of course it is cute and only right to do so.  But then I will name it something esoteric like, “Scenes from the Lackawanna Six”.  (Sometimes I might even leave out the capital letters for extra credit, and, to heighten the sense of drama that I am epically conveying to you, awestruck listener. You’re welcome.)  The song won’t have anything to do with Lackawanna, nor will it involve terrorist plots.  It will be about my dog!  Do you see!  Do you?

Anyway, I made a new song tonight. Yes I did, but it is not ready yet, & even though I think I promised my many thousands of RSS readers that I would ALWAYS post every iteration of a song, I’m not going to do that this time.  Aren’t I scandalous?  Does this mischievous turn of mood not instantly put you in mind of a 60’s-era Van Morrison?  “Oh, go on, music man,”  you say.

Well you’ll just have to wait nonetheless.

Experiments with MIDI, day one

Well, I got my new MIDI keyboard a day or so ago  It’s great.  I made a quick atmospheric little ditty here (sorry for the tempo problems, I wasn’t using a metronome)  if you want to peruse:   LISTEN

So great to have some dynamic control over the notes now, and of course also to be able to see the keyboard in front of me instead of imagining one on my PC keyboard.  But more than that, I can tell things are going to start getting less folksy around here and more, er, whatever things turn into when I have a MIDI controller.  Honestly, I don’t know what’s going to happen from here, this is new stuff for me!, but I like the wide horizon that just opened up when I plugged it in.

Jason equals WISE WINNER.

Well, what do you know, my impressive run of ebay luck has held on for another day.  I won the MIDI keyboard that I had bid on two days ago!, and didn’t have to fight for it or even bid a second time.  For some reason, this happens to me all the time.  Is it just luck, or do I have knack for picking the right merchants? I think it might bea bit of both, but I’ll tell you what my personal rules are for bidding, and you be the judge:

1. Always bid on merch from real people as opposed to power sellers.  Real people don’t get the same kind of search placement as the power sellers do.

2. Always bid on actual auctions, as opposed to Best Offers.  It doesn’t help you win but it does help you get a better price.

3. Commit to one maximum bid and do not be dissuaded by bid snipers.  If you lose it, there’s always something better on the way.

4. Bid on auctions that end on odd days, like Tuesdays or Thursdays, and at odd hours (odd being relative of course, for Eastern Standard Time).  Most bidders are on EST and most will be able to keep up with bidding on weekend evening hours.  I’ve gotten a lot of wins this way.

The great thing is that the inverse of these rules are also great tips if you’re selling.

Will post some good old “new toy porn” as soon as it arrives!

In which I say “Hi there” as if I were Freddie “Boom Boom” Washington

So I took this quasi-legal herbal tea called Kratom just now, and so far I am pleased with it.  If you’re looking for a way to unwind without the head-smashiness associated with alcohol, but a lot of the same sort of mood enhancement positives, Kratom is a good thing to try.  You can get it on the internet by the gram, starting at about 8 bucks per serving (2g).  I just tried one for the heck of it, and it’s very affordable versus the cost of booze.  And supposedly it lasts several hours, so it might even be a better buy than plain old beer.  Of course, there’s nothing like a good old Dr. Dewars or a Jack and Coke, but still, a man must occasionally reach for the stars, I say!

Anyway, now the big news: I put in a bid for an auction for this little beauty:

Awwwwwwwwwww   yeah.  Love!

Awwwwwwwwwww yeah. Love!

It is a MIDI keyboard, the exact sort of thing I’ve been looking for, except that it’s even better because they released a whole new generation of MIDI controllers while I was sitting here poor.  m-Audio makes it, it’s called an Axiom Pro.  It’s the mid-range model; you can get one new from about $450 with shipping.  We’ll see what happens with the auction, because i can’t really justify such a great expense, even though I have been such a frugal kid lately.

I hope I am lucky enough to snag it, though, as I have really been jonesing to get back into this music scene, but I have been nothing but frustrated by my lack of a MIDI controller (besides my QWERTY controller, that is).  We’ll see in about 30 hours.

Back and feeling fine.

I’m super, thanks for asking!

SO, I got back from my St. Simon’s trip part deux just a little while ago, and I feel pretty good.  I even wrote a little ditty as soon as I got back which probably won’t amount to much but which was fun to do for a five-minute jam session, but mostly I’m too tired to mess with that sort of stuff now.  Anyway if you don’t mind curse words, and obscure in-jokes, feel free to listen.

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lyrics:

this is such a happy fucking song
every note in a major key
yes & i’m sticking to my guns,
even if it turns out a motherfucking turkey
and even dear old mom wants to murder me

& i swear the world outside
& i swear the world outside’s not burning

doin pretty fuckin good so far but
if you could bottle this shit and sell it off
i’d pro’bly end up with half a bottle
and not a single sale to speak of
and me sitting here feeling like a jerk-off

but i swear the world i know
i swear the world i know is oh so, so pretty

I may talk more about St. Simon’s later on, or maybe not, but suffice it to say, good times were had, and now I will pay the price for that good time by working my ass off this week.  Hope everyone else had as good a weekend as I did, and will have an easier week than I will.  That’s all I can say for now.


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Currently Reading:

Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame - Charles Bukowski

Currently Listening:

Mr. Bungle - California

Why, yes, I am cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce.

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