Saturday, November 29th, 2003
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5:43 pm - a snippet
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Here is a little snippet of the new project I'm working on. Entirely improvistory so far, basically me reaction melodically to whatever M was doing...more surely to follow, sadly we didn't record any of this past wednesdays noise...
current mood:  lethargic
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2003
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4:59 pm
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Sterile light
mother's fright
unconcious child upon the bed
his fragile life
awaiting knife
his only chance or so they said
worried had wrung white with fears
anxious eyes blink back brave tears
trace back each step which brought you here
what went wrong is so unclear
oh mother dear what's that you say?
when darkness comes we start to pray.
writting exercise 5/03,
musical exercise 8/03,
rediscovered on harddrive 11/03
current mood: blank
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Monday, June 9th, 2003
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12:46 am - Bach, roll in your grave
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After thinking about how much of what I learned in school I've lost
I decided that I needed to do a very acedemic exercise, so I started
writting a fugue.
Not a very good one but a start. Please ignore the ending melody line as it was tacked on to end it here, it's probably only 1/3rd of the way done but I took it from this final cadence to f-minor and somehow modulated to A-Major (both 4 flats so not that hard) and I could not figure out a way to get back and not have to write twice as much as is presented here...I'll probably do it sometime just not tonight.
current mood:  tired
current music: long time no post.....
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Monday, April 14th, 2003
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11:00 pm - for songwritters group 4/14/03
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Hero
I don't wanna be your hero.
I don't wanna pick up this sword again.
Baby you have got the wrong man,
'cause this time I refuse to rescue you.
Zelda
when is it your turn to come and
save me
how many more times must I give
my life
to you...
Even if I could just ride in,
give you a kiss and take all your fears away
would you ever really wake up?
what good is love if it's just a dream?
Zelda
this time you will have to meet me
halfway
I won't take another step with-
out you...
I have this dream of two tall trees
side by side so comfortably
arms entwined a mess of leaves
and lives and loves but standing free....
So if you're waiting for a hero
I'll tuck you in and then leave you too your dreams
and come morning I'll be long gone
under your pillow I left you two small leaves
Someday
should you ever come to see things
my way
you might track me down but I'm not
waiting
for you...
The last verse was tacked on at 12:30 am this morning
so it's not so good...but it serves it's purpose.
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Friday, March 28th, 2003
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1:40 am - Punk Rock Orchestra Dates :)
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As far as I know these are the dates for the full orchestra
which will be playing 2-3 of my arrangements.
Saturday, April 19th
924 Gilman, Berkeley
Show @ 8pm
Also playing: Plan 9, Lo Fi Neisans, Find Him And Kill Him (San Diego), Doppleganger
$5
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Thursday, June 12th
Parkway Theatre
1834 Park Blvd.
Oakland, CA 94606
Show @ 9pm
Also playing: PornOrchestra
$8
current mood: sleepdeprived-work-giddy
current music: Police on my Back - via midi
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Monday, March 24th, 2003
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12:31 am - file under: deep-tech-noise-ass-house :P
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so mid april last year
I started a piece about this week (the last week of march)
last year....well actually only about two separate events of that week:
event 1: a party in somerville at which I partook a certain substance heavily from a balloon and a cute girls lungs...I was in a foul mood about the upcoming trip I was to embark in a little over 24 hours and decided there was nothing to be done but kill off as many brain cells as possible. Sadly this left me incapable of holding an actual conversation and so shotgunning was as far as the interaction with said female went.
event 2: the trip itself and all the associated stress, joy and drama. During this trip I visited Cyber Dog for the first time.
Some how later when my brain started to put itself back together from the little pieces the week tore it into, I associated the feeling of the drug with the store in Camden Town...the result was the creation of the sounds that are the basis of this piece.
So to that crazy store in camden town and the curly haired girl who shared my balloon I dedicate my next audible atrocity:
dtox.
current mood:  thirsty
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Sunday, December 29th, 2002
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11:46 pm - someone mentioned I hadn't updated in a while...
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so yeah
I drove a truck across this decaying continent
and now I'm in San Francisco working for Digidesign.
( life is weird. )
I remixed a Battery Cage tune:
Anti-Angel (16mm mix)
It turned out ok...not great.
I did it at work and mixed it on crappy computer speakers...
can't wait to get unpacked and have real gear and make some new sounds.
I haven't even been able to play much acoustic guitar because housesitting
I feel too much like I'm impossing even when I'm here all alone.
yes moving in will be good.
Also I'm going to keep this music related...
I've started using ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20040506060808im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) badtz2 as my life updates.
You have been warned.
current mood: leaving, on a jet plane
current music: descendants: suburban home
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Monday, October 7th, 2002
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8:24 am - Before I go...
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On Sunday October 20th
Reverie presents:
Nightsinging
an evening of
acoustic and electric songs
of love and loss.
Reverie
Free (donations accepted)
TT the bears place
Central Square - Cambridege, MA
live set sometime around 10pm,
DJ's before and after.
Also the Boston area debut of:
Sugarshaped
bringing you heartfelt songs in
3 minute punkrock packages.
Wednesday October 23rd
Sky Bar
Somerville Ave - Somerville, MA
$5
(we promise to be atleast 1/14th as
good as David Bowie from the $80 seats)
Doors at 9pm,
we go on last I think...I'll update when I'm sure.
ยต
current mood:  excited
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Friday, October 4th, 2002
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7:04 pm - I suppose it's worth a personal post...
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...for those I don't keep in regular contact with:
I'm moving to San Francisco in less than a month.
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Saturday, September 14th, 2002
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8:56 pm - 3 hours of hard work...
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Sometimes it's hard to get out of a funk.
People let you down
Everything you do sucks...
So here's to spontinaity and raw creativity:
Two attempts at everything choose the best and move on.
Yeah the guitar is out of tune
and yeah I still can't sing
but atleast I did something rather than sit around mopping all day long.
T Minus 10 demo
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Monday, September 9th, 2002
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11:52 pm
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Friday, August 16th, 2002
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3:28 pm
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Monday, August 12th, 2002
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11:40 pm - Brin
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Over two years ago when I first moved into this apartment I was on my way to buying my first synth, a little sample based thing with good orchestral sounds I was going to use to try and get ok recordings of the chamber stuff I had written in college (I still haven't but that's another story). Anyhoo, I leave my coworkers house synth under arm on top of the world with possibilities, which is my favorite place to be, I pass by this woman who I've seen several times sitting on her front step. (Yes it was a single wooden step from the sidewalk directly to her door.) She waves and says 'nice hair' and I stop and say 'that's a nice porch you've got there' and we proceed to chat for a while about the neighborhood, the synth I just bought and how she likes to sit out there and listen to people walking past who often don't even seem to see her although her legs take up most of the sidewalk. She said something about how people were always saying the weirdest things mid conversation and sometimes she couldn't help writting them down. At somepoint I get nervous and some of my brain is still geekily waiting to plug in the synth and see what would happen [1] So I scurry off. Over the rest of the summer we'd say hi, and occassionally chat, but more often than not I'd only see her when I was late to get someplace and not when I'd wander by with a free afternoon on my hands. In anycase I was cleaning out an old notebook tonight and came across a song I wrote based partially on our conversation but mainly made up. About the same time that summer, I came to the startling realization that after several years writting songs on and off they'd all been written from the first person with alot of 'I do this' or 'I feel that' or 'I blah blah blah' and suddenly I felt really sort of egomaniacal and flat out stopped singing them all. So I had to write something different if I was ever going to stop playing covers at the open mic, and then one afternoon I got to thinking about how I'm never satisfied with what I have and suddenly Brin on her porch was sort of symbolic...
oh yeah and Brin had one of the best laughs of anyone I've ever met.
There's a girl named Brin, sit's upon her porch
watching the words as they walk on by
her porch is only one by three, maybe four feet wide
but on any given sunny afternoon you can walk on by her smile.
they pass her by in twos and threes
she writes them all down and then she laughs
'cause she knows a secret that they're all trying to find
and she'll be there watching you
she'll be listening to what you have to say
and though you might not ever notice her sitting on that tiny little porch
you might meet yourself in her book someday.
She watches them walking past
talking in circles and walking past again
to caught up in their own little worlds to ever notice Brin.
She laughs because she's been there
She smiles because she knows
that everyone's just naked underneath all those brand new clothes
she'll be there watching you
she'll be listening to what you have to say
and though you might not ever notice her sitting on her tiny little porch
you might meet yourself in her book someday.
[1]
it has taken me years but I think I have finally shaken off the
"this new piece of gear will solve all my problems" mentality.
current mood:  nostalgic
current music: trying to remember the chords...
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Sunday, August 11th, 2002
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10:01 pm - not me but stuck in my head :)
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the phone rings it's early it's seven o'clock
he says 'sorry I woke you but I just had to talk'
'you know last night, remember when I tried to choke you'
'I didn't mean it I was drunk it was only a joke'
'you should know that by now'
'when the checkered flag comes down'
'no one no one no one has won the race...'
and the next night he's over and over and under
and after he's finished she lies there and wonders
just why does she need him and why does she stay here
and then in the darkness she will quietly say 'dear'
'you've never really known'
'that when the white flag is flown'
'no one no one no one has won the war...'
and they're complicated people leading complicated lives
and it complicates their problems telling complicated lies
he tell her he's sorry, she tells him it's over
he tells her he's sorry, she says 'over and over'
'you've never really known'
'that when the white flag is flown'
'no one no one no one has won the war...'
current mood: wantingforacallthatnevercomes
current music: popping of a broken string...
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Thursday, August 8th, 2002
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11:51 pm - The Mission
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I am on a mission do not wait for my return
I've thrown my fortune to the wind,
watched my bridges burn
I'll call you someplace from the road
I'll call you up from Rome
Someday I just might call to say I'm never coming home.
Here on my own
I am free
Only shadows keep me company
Far from my home
So alone
So cold
This is the price I pay.
I've stood upon the precipice,
slept upon the floor,
Followed figures through the woods,
knocked upon their doors
I've met so many people,
Yet I've met them all before
Everything disappoints, I'm off to search for more.
Here on my own
I am free
Only shadows keep me company
Far from my home
So alone
So cold
This is the price I pay.
Seems how ever far I've come in life
I'm still one step behind
The faults for which I seek a cure
are stuck here in my mind
Everywhere I've tried to run
Everywhere I hide
Each crevice that I crawl into,
I find myself inside.
Here on my own
Am I free?
Only shadows keep me company
Far from my home
So alone
So cold
This is the price I pay
if you want to try and sing along
listen for the flute part ;)
*warning there's a few places that need fixing**
current mood: sleeeeeepy
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Wednesday, July 31st, 2002
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12:37 am
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It's too damn hot to sleep tonight,
So I'll lie awake and let my brain run free
And my head will make every little thing
Seem so much worse than reality.
So please try to forgive me,
If my fears should happen to show
May you hear me dispite nervousness
As I mumble 'welcome home.'
I decided to make myself write a song in 1 hour or less.
It was only 8 minutes late, not including mp3 encoding time...
but I had to email it to myself so please excuse the 80kbps bit rate...
current mood:  hot
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Monday, July 29th, 2002
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12:32 am - good ol' days
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So my housemate and other half of the 16mm Shrine has been sort of out of it lately.
It makes me sad to see him so bummed out so I finally got off my ass and finished
this for him.
reminiscence of those days which always look less stressful in hindsight...
all material taken from a DAT made on 4/21/01
sounds made using the Finger Beats
and the sample from some odd japanese video game "Mutant Knight"
are used entirely without permission :)
current mood:  geeky
current music: 16mm Shrine: the mission
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Wednesday, July 17th, 2002
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9:49 pm - slowly but surely the callouses return
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I have uncovered the permenent flat spots on my fingertips
they were covered by only a small layer of useless tender skin
current mood:  hungry
current music: skywave: girlfriend's dead
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Tuesday, July 16th, 2002
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1:09 pm - drooooooooool.....
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Saturday, July 13th, 2002
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2:57 am - the jam...
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it's been so long I almost forgot how much I enjoy just losing myself in spontaneous creation. So much more fulfilling than video games.
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