music! again...

Adrian has fixed the music player by uploading it from a PC. La-dee-da.

time

So the great cycle of life continues. Have you ever noticed how relentless time is? It just never stops. Sometimes it makes me anxious to stare at my atomic clock because the seconds never stop clicking right by. Then all of a sudden it's tomorrow. The day before is just a blur of images that grow darker by the hour. By the second even. Is this good? Is it bad? I don't know, "for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." Time is relative. I've often wondered if somebody born on the same day as me experiences time at the same pace. I guess I'll never know. It's an impossible thing to measure anyway.

I watched a cool movie last night. It's called Stay and is by the same director as Stranger Than Fiction. It is a psychological thriller in the vein of Vanilla Sky (brilliant movie). The directing was brilliant, and the same goes for the editing. The ending was a bit weak compared to the rest, but I still found it satisfying enough. Anyway, you can watch it if you'd like, but my main point is that it had  a sick quote that I liked. "Bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art because it chronicles human failure."

Makes me wonder if I'll be remembered fondly for great art or because it was tragically beautiful.

no music!

The player was a fucking piece of shit and would not cooperate on PCs. Another reason that PCs can suck my penis. They don't cooperate with mac even though mac will cooperate with them. PC stands for Piece of Crap thank you very much.

music! music!

With the help of my friend and fellow blogger of the blogosphere Adrian I have been able to upload 21 songs of psychedelic awesomeness. The track names and band names are a bit hard to read, so if you ever have a question feel free to ask in the form of a comment. Of course there are only three of you, and you probably already know the bands. Oh well... at least it sounds nice. One of the songs is Hallelujah by The Helio Sequence. I invite you all to read the lyrics I posted while listening.

Anyway, I don't really have much else to say. I guess I can add that I saw The Dark Knight tonight, and although it was good, and Heath Ledger was awesome, I don't understand it's explosion of popularity. It shot to number one on IMDb.com after a week or something. Ridiculous. It's not in my top 100 movies, I mean it might be if I actually did the list, but it's not that mindblowing to me.

Try watching 2001: A Space Odyssey, or the original Solaris. Fucking new age ignorants. Nobody knows what art is anymore. I'm getting tired of fist fights, guns, and explosions. I guess I'm not watching the right movies these days. Nobody else is either though.

Whatever. And rest well Heath, I miss you already.

Radiohead status?

Recently I've felt a bit like Radiohead while trying to record In Rainbows. It took them a fucking long ass time to finally start producing records that they found satisfactory. I'm afraid I'll be unable to produce anything that I'm happy with for years. I don't want that to happen, I produce songs too fast for me to be working on old ones for that long. I just want to produce an album of good quality that I can listen to and think that I did a pretty good job. Is this too much to ask for? Are the recording gods so cruel?

Anyway, I've recently discovered that I have not one, not two, but three faithful (I think) readers. Far out. I can dig, but either way. I've said before and I'll say again that this is mostly for me to express my own thoughts in a rational sense. Clears my head, helps me think, blah blah blah. Whatever. Just a friendly hello to you folks.

How many of you people have heard of Methuselah? I don't mean the giant wine bottle (although that sounds awesome as well), I mean the grandfather of Noah (who built the ark). Supposedly he lived to be 969 years old. Now don't think I believe a word of what the bible says, but some of it was probably based on something. I want to know who the fuck Methuselah was based on... How long did that guy really live? My bet is like... 100. Living past 50 back then was probably considered ancient.

I really like the word alluvial, but it doesn't have that deep a meaning... Oh well, that's never stopped me before.

Anyway, apologies for the outburst of the night previous, and remember: don't be sober for too long. You'll start to think too much.

good recording?

Not possible. I suck. I can't be satisfied and the song I'm listening to sounds like shit. They all sound like shit. Why do I bother?

I shouldn't.

p.s.

I fuckin love waffles. Anytime, anywhere.

Sleepless in Somewhere

What is the logic in staying up later when you are already exhausted? You do not function well enough to gain anything from that extra time you were up and you just keep thinking about wanting to go to bed. Yet, for some reason... I just want to stay up later. I like listening to music when it's dead quiet everywhere else and my body is too tired to do anything but pay attention to as much of the songs as I can.

I don't like having a mirror under my computer (it's for candles) because I can see how tired I look at 2 in the morning.

I like letters that dip below the line of writing. Especially p... it trumps y and g, but all three are awesome (g being the least awesome).

Did you know that in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy mattresses are creatures that are beaten to death before becoming mattresses? Occasionally one isn't quite dead and eats the unsuspecting sleeper alive. Ouch. Those are some intense mattresses, man.

Nothing that interesting is being spouted by mind at this hour. Maybe it's because of the first thought I expressed (yeah, it is, you fucking dumbass). So I am going to go to bed, and leave you with an apology for repeating my human/ape-like comment in the last post. I was drunk, so blame the alcohol. Not me. Or blame me... I can dig it either way.

God?

This is for those smart enough to realize that time is a relative perception: what if it was relative not to your age, but to the day you were going to die? If I were going to die when I was 20, time would be speeding by extremely quickly right now (which it is... hm...). Anyway, think about that. Get back to me if you feel you have something good to say in response.

Is there anything more attractive than female musicians? I put forward my vote to say that there is not.

Have you ever seen somebody that looked more ape-like than human? Strange sight, but I feel that it is the strongest argument for evolution. Not that there needs to be one when the opposite argument is intelligent design. Makes me laugh that some people are that stupid and/or closed-minded.

Fuck it. I'll just get drunk every night (since I can't get high or trip) and pass out to good music. At least my life will be better than those celibate priests who never get to make love to anyone. Fucking idiots. God! God! God! Fuck that shit. A creation of confused minds 10,000 years ago. Waste your life on that bullshit if you want, but I'd rather spend my life having sex, playing music, and doing drugs. Thank you very much.

Makes me kind of angry really. Maybe I'm just drunk.

Hallelujah - The Helio Sequence

And we go a day, not believe in God

The gray skies fell, we felt the pressure drop

And we were feeling down

Some eyes were looking down at us

The souls that made the call

The judge what when they spoke said, "Not at all"

The words that came made not a sound

A mouth said, "Not a sound at all"

What Sheldon said, "We wrote a book"

And rearranged the size and forms

To look like something understood

Like something we had seen before

And waiting pent, save, sad and look

Up to the stars and counting all the sun and all the moons

How it was that we could not believe

And everyone who believes

And everyone who believes

And they said

"We all said hallelujah"

"We all said hallelujah"

And everyone moves around with ease

And everyone who with ease around and then

"We all said hallelujah"

"We all said hallelujah"

"We don't want answers anyway"

Still we could not conceive the call

The midnight fell, we felt the measure fall

And we were feeling down

Some eyes were looking down at us

And waiting pent, save, sad, and look

Up to the stars and counting all the suns and all the moons

How sad it was that we could not believe

And everyone who believes

And everyone who believes

"We all said hallelujah"

"We all said hallelujah"

And everyone moves around with ease

And everyone fell right to their knees and then

"We all said hallelujah"

"We don't want answers anyway"

"We don't want answers anyway"

Blogger's Block?

I've been having trouble writing posts lately. I've started three or four before calling them off just a few sentences in. Hopefully that will not happen with this post, but seeing as I keep alternating between this and other stuff... who knows? I saw WALL-E tonight, and I must say that I enjoyed it thoroughly. The social commentary was brilliant. The fact that it's a little kids' movie wasn't overwhelming. In fact, it was strangely absent from childish humor, which I support 100%. Whatever...

The Helio Sequence has to be one of the most under-appreciated bands out there today. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like nobody listens to them. It's probably just me, because now that I think about it, the majority of my music is known by very few people. It's strange when a band I like a lot becomes extremely popular. of Montreal's latest album put them on a whole new level, Animal Collective's latest album made them explode with popularity. It makes me wonder... If I do become a musician, is it going to take 8 albums (or more?) for my band to be noticed? I hope not, I hope that I am able to experience success, while musically maturing at the same time.

Maybe I want to have my cake and eat it too. (For those of you that do not understand this statement: if you eat you your cake, you do not have it too, therefore you can only have it or eat it.)

Speaking of cake... it's pretty tasty.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore. But at least I've got a post. Sorry for the delay, oh faithful reader.

Symphony for Sunshine

Born of a construct free from pain

I was told at a young age that I would refrain

From all the selfish gluttonies

That had plagued the world surrounding me

So I went to the South Pole and I built me a home

And I painted it white so I'd be left alone

And no one would find a trace of me

Except some shriveled bones and a symphony

That I'd scored when I was just seventeen

They were the truest words that I'd ever dreamed

Until the day I died when I was twenty-three

Sinking a ship on the Sea of Constantine

In the time it took for my insides

To turn to dust and then crystallize

The world kept on spinning endlessly

Like the final moment of some reverie

That occurred when I was just ninety-three

I was a hundred and eight before it occurred to me

That the only place in the entire world

That was still so utterly unexplored

As for satellites to not ascertain

Was the Transantarctic mountain range

So I took my soul and I buried it deep

In the mountainside before anyone else could see

My bad...

Well I certainly fell behind on these posts again. I was trying to use the blog as sort of a travel log for my trip (just a regular one, sorry) but unfortunately I have already returned. I have a few things to say though... The first is that you should never, ever, EVER fly US Airways. It is the worst fucking airline company that has ever been present on the face of this shithole planet and it deserves to be destroyed completely. When airline hostesses are fucking doing ads for Bank of America over the intercom, I have a right to say this.

That being said... Have you ever seen a person that looks more like an ape than a human? Or at least display more apelike qualities than human qualities? It's kind of a weird sight...

I saw Wanted last night. Don't think that I was going in thinking that it would be a great movie, I walked into this movie knowing there would be bloody shootouts, weird directorial shit, and some fucking sweet stunts. And that's exactly what I got. I have to say that the movie was not all the great, but it was extremely entertaining. I will give it that. I have to say that I wish my heart could beat over 400 bpm so that I could shoot the wings off a fly... (definitely don't, but that would be intense).

I have one last thing to say. It pertains the psychedelic drug LSD. If you enjoy LSD as much as I used to, and think that it is the greatest drug ever invented/discovered, than I have one piece of advice for you. As hard as it is, do not do it within small periods of time. Wait for a few months between acid trips. It will make them so much more pleasing, and also keep you safe from the mistake that I made. Now I have anxiety and I cannot even smoke pot without my heart racing. Very depressing for someone who is in love with Lysergic Acid Diethylamide... Heed my advice, fellow trippers.

Satisfaction

Is satisfaction happiness? Or is it settling for something less than happiness? Tough fucking question. I bring it up because it is hard for me to be satisfied with the recordings we're working on. The good thing though, is that with enough work I am able to get to the point of satisfaction. Some parts I like a lot, other parts not as much. The important thing is to realize that recording is a learning process, not everything will come out the first time. You have to be patient, let it gel, and then sit back and think to yourself: "It could sound better this way."

Unfortunately, you're still taking a blind leap of faith. Unfortunately (maybe fortunately, or we'd never get shit done) life is the equivalent. You'll never fall in love if you don't take the first step and say hello to some pretty girl, or if you don't kiss the girl you've been saying hello to for a year (maybe less). I don't know... I kinda like it that way.

As for this roadtrip I am still on... I'd like to say one thing: east Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, and Indiana are super fucking lame. Why? All that's there is farmland, grass, some cities now and then, and a gas station chain known as Kum & Go. I shit you not. Not Come & Go... Kum & Go.

That's basically all you need to know in life. States (countries even?) with a place called Kum & Go in them suck.