the movie i'm about to watch is Zombieland. I've heard good things and I'm excited to check. it. owt. with a w. According to the box, it's the funniest movie since the Hangover. I'm pretty sure they came out at about the same time, so that's not really saying much at all.
at the moment, I'm being watched over by Richard. He doesn't want me to use his last name in this. But it's Nesbit. Here's his very, very exciting YouTube channel. http://youtube.com/thedancingman4321
More progress was made on the song today. I managed to get fake percussion and fake strings into the mix. It's turning into my favorite song that I've recorded, just because I'm having so much go on in it. That never, ever happens.
I need to go, since I'm kind of at someone's house. And we're gonna have root beer floats. Baller status.
all of a sudden, everything's circular soundwaves, bursting and reverberating as they rip through the landscape endlessly, eating up everything that ever was in their blue and orange paths.
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i've made an incredible amount of progress on this song today. Vocals are nearly completely mixed, and I'm starting to add more layers into it. Right now, it's an electronic one. i also spent a good two hours just playing piano, starting to develop new things.
it seems as though now, all I want to do is play music. Call it going through a rough patch, physically, mentally, emotionally. That's what it is. Not depression. Just a snag. And the only thing that can soothe me is sound. escaping. forgetting. where I am, and letting. my fingers play what my brain wants to hear. And I don't mind this, really. Music is like my little, isolated cavern situated on the outside of a bustling city.
I've felt like I've been on a creative high these past couple of days. Seriously, like there's synapses going off in my head and releasing endorphins and I feel as though every time I play piano I'm reaching this high. And Every fragment of a sentence I hear turns into a song title or an album title, every sound I hear turns into something I wish I could record. This happened ysterday at the math meet, there was this awesome drone that I could hear in the background as I was taking a test. It felt like it kind of looped, and it sounded so cool that it severely distracted me from what I was doing. And that's why I didn't go to this Valentine's Day dance, because all I felt like doing was just formulating and planning for another release. I think that it can all be traced back to this snag that I'm in, and I can't tell whether to hate it or adore it. I feel like if I choose to hate it, that'd be normal. But I'm leaning towards adoring it, I adore this physical, mental, and emotional tiredness, because hey. it makes for sincere music. Now, would I cause this tiredness intentionally for the sake of art? No. But if it happens, it happens. And I'll just roll with it.
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Gotta go. I'm actually leaving the house for a little bit. But this weekend's gonna be intense.
Song of the day, this live version of Logos by Atlas Sound, because it's longer than the album version, like it should have been on the album version:
This would be blog #42. This blog therefore contains the answer to life, the universe, and everything inside it.
The Dumbledore's Army show suffered due to lack of crowd participation, but we performed well enough. It was hard to play these high-energy songs low-key, but we did our best. No complaints. Nun atoll.
Didn't get to work on the new song today, and I'm horribly upset at this fact. I'm beyond eager to get it finished and then head right into another.
SONG! OF! THE! DAY! Ys by Joanna Newsom will be the next album I'm getting after hearing this beauty:
Longer blog tomorrow, possibly. Maybe I'll actually make some progress on my song. buhprollynotdude.
Today is the day that I successfully recorded "You Look Like A Freemason." I'm gonna edit and produce it and yaddayaddayadda, and then record another one in the very near future. I really like the way it's sounding, it's certainly one of the strongest things I've ever committed to tape. This also means that another EP's gonna be coming soon, and I'm very, very excited about this, because I now strongly regret putting Endo Fanera out into the world, and I feel as though I really, really need to redeem myself after that.
How I feel about all this:
- Song of the day, Cryptograms by Deerhunter, off of their album Cryptograms.
therewasnosoundtherewasnosoundtherewasnosoundtherewasnosound - I just spent the last 4 hours of my life typing up a horrible essay on African-American music and it's impact on American culture and literature. It hurt my head, but I got it done. Yay for me.
Also, tomorrow, Dumbledore's Army is playing an impromptu show for a bunch of little tykes at the junior high end of our junior/senior high school. Our two new songs, Save Hermione from the Troll and The Sorting Hat are both really concise, but they're the greatest things we've ever done. I expect a good response from the kids. Unless they all suck and they don't enjoy it. I'm guessing the latter. Those soulless little 6th grade bastards.
Here are some lyrics!:
I don't want to go up I don't want to be embarrassed The sorting hat's a mean hat of sorts All he ever does is harass us
I don't want to find out where I belong I just want to write awesome Harry Potter songs
(Breakdown in which we all chant things about how we really don't want to be in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. and then...)
Everybody knows I want to be in Gryffindor That's the only house that I'm really for Everyone knows I want to be in Gryffindor That's the only house that I am really for, oh yeah.
essentially, i was in a very weird position in which i questioned whether i'd even live to see this point today, but i was also in a position where i couldn't really tell anyone. it was just bizarre. that was the last post. everything's fine now, rest assured. no cause for alarm at all.
*deep breath* --- dumbledore's army wrote 2 songs today, and i wrote a 9minutelongsong yesterday. but it needs a little reconstruction since the end follows a pattern that another one of my songs take. might have to be screwed around with in mah editing sofwairs if recorded.
which brings me to my next point. recording. i'm gonna sit down at some point this week and come up with a recording schedule. because i'm dying to get stuff committed to tape. this is probably a lie, but i like thinking that i can get organized.
that's about it. i'm going to wings your way tonight and hoping that the trivia questions this week are somewhat reasonable. if they're not, then i'm gonna rage all over the place.
The slap bet went down, but i didn't try. Rob got 10 numbers, Robert got 4 numbers. The end. We're done with that. Thank God. --- So. Exciting news. I just bought a new album (well. not new. it came out in 2004) and I love it almost too much. It's called Future Perfect by Autolux. Very heavy and dark stuff, bordering on shoegaze and noise rock at points.
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And certainly here:
we had our last winter track meet of the season, the state meet. the big deal. and it went swimmingly. our 4x400 team improved by 6 seconds, and a couple people placed in individual events. not bad, considering we're a small school.
i was thrown into this. and i played along for awhile, thinking, oh i can do this. but i can't. the fact of the matter is that i suffer from a lack of confidence. that tacked on to the fact that i feel socially awkward and, by the same hand, AM socially awkward. this therefore isn't fair to me. it's not that i'm afraid of girls, it's that i'm afraid of rejection, and a furthering of my lack of confidence and self-esteem. oh, but god forbid i back out. because then i get hurt. so the only way out of physical or mental pain is to just say i don't want to do it, and i don't want to get punished for doing it. and i don't feel like this makes me less of a man. it just means that i have this thing. it's called dignity.
The fact that I'm even spewing forth all of this drama about a stupid comical bet is ridiculous, and it shouldn't be the case. it's not fun like it seemed to be at first. at first it was a great concept. but there's been so much bickering. what's the point? it's almost gotten to the point where it's threatening the welfare of our friendship, for christsakes. And I will admit, that I've caused the most tumult. But it's for what is a morethanvalid raeson.
Either way, i'd end up damaged. so fuck it. sorry to be a let down. but maybe i'm doing you both a favor as well.
so i started writing another song. the first part's like a waltz-ish thing and then it kind of dissolves into an ambient ending. these are the lyrics i have thus far, it's surprisingly straightforward and it's all very elementary. but i'll say that 'that's what i was aiming for':
--- i could write you a story i could write you a song i could write you 10,000 words but it'd all come out wrong.
so goodbye.
standing in the shadow of a UPS truck standing in the shadow of a UPS truck The man in brown said 'How are you today?' and we ran away to our mothers.
on the way down i slip into dream of the way our dragons used to be. on the way down to tennessee i slip into dream.
ooooon theeeeeeeee waaaaaay doooooown.
ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh... --- in other news, i got slapped early today, because the two other competitors found out that I had made truces with both of them so that I wouldn't get slapped. I thought it was clever, but they didn't see the humor in it. Luckily, I wasn't the only one who was slapped early, because Robert was planning on meeting a girl he knew and getting one of her numbers. His slap, for some ungodly reason, was much weaker than mine was. Eliza (our slap commissioner) dealt out a good one to me, and it stung on my whole walk home.
The competition is still tomorrow, and I'm still frightened, even though I feel as though I have strategies. - use a French accent on one girl 'Euh, pardons-moi, but i do not know where to find The Road by Cor-MACK Mack-ar-THEE. - talk about an album and eventually my music to another girl. - drop a bunch of stuff near a girl.
None of this will work, and I'll end up with 0 numbers, but it's wishful thinking. --- I'm going to a friend's house. thus, i bid you farewell.
i only played chess once in my life and i lost. song du jour (great video as well!!):
rob, robert, and I have a slap bet going on. As in, the losers get slapped by the winner. the bet is on who can get the most numbers from a girl in the time span of two hours. I don't expect to win. I mean. just look at this picture:
I look like I just ate a lemon and saw someone die at the same time.
This is what I expect will transpire while I try to pick up girls.: - *walks up to girl* "Hi." - "Hi." - "I like the book you're looking at. It's a good book." - "Oh really?" - "*ahem* uh, yeah." - "What do you like about it?" - "Can I have your number?" - "...wait, what?" - "Um. It's a, it's a thing." - "What are you talking about?" - "Y'know." *runs away*
So, ultimately, I will end up slapped. But I don't mind, it should be a jolly good time anywho. I shall update you in due time.
~-~ and now for my top 5 favorite lyrics (in no particular order): 5. "I'll be waiting/with a gun and a pack of sandwiches" - from Radiohead's Talk Show Host 4. "Sad I'm gonna die. Hope it's gonna happen later, later than I think." - from Pinback's Tripoli 3. "When I die, I'm leaving you my feet/ When you die, you can stand up for me" - from Wolf Parade's Fancy Claps 2. "Changed my mind so much I can't even trust it, my mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself." - from Modest Mouse's Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset 1. "We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole/ We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul" - from Bright Eye's At The Bottom of Everything
