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Ha… No Updatey

Monday, January 2nd, 2006

I never update this thing. What can I say? I’m lazy.

Today was one of those days that make me question my direction in life. I’m a Computer Science major. Working with computers is my job, my path in education, my hobby, and eventually will be my career.

So why am I so easily pissed off by them?

The story: I was planning on going over to Chris Rose’s house to trade some local band CDs, check out his studio, etc. I have a punk CD I recorded last year, but I remixed some songs a few months ago. All I have that was ready to go on CD was the old mixes. I thought, hell, I can rebounce the unmixed files, remaster them, and be done in a few hours, right?

Wrong!

First, GarageBand apparently decided that it needed to fix the timing of the vocal tracks on some songs. Which is great, except they were already on time. So I listened to a song, heard it was off, and double-checked. The timeline showed that it was on time. “Whatever”, I said, and pushed the track forward by ear so the words were once again in time to the music.

It only got worse from there.

I use Pro Tools Free with free RTAS for mastering. But it’s only available with Mac OS 9. Luckily, my Dad has about 20 old Macs, and one’s a second-gen iMac. I started mastering, then realized that I was putting everything in mono. This was about 7:30pm, and my target time for getting over to Chris’s was about 5:00pm. It was only after another hour of mastering that I realized that I had no way to get the newly mastered songs off the computer. This particular iMac had broken FireWire. I had to burn a CD of the files just to get them on there in the first place. I tried two USB flash drives — no dice. They’re probably NTFS, while OS 9 demands FAT32. The thing didn’t see my iPod in disk mode, either. Blehhhh.

Then, as I was mastering the last song, the damn thing crashed. I rebooted, and got nothing on the screen. That was my ‘fuggit’ moment. I’d had enough. I burned CDs of the old stuff, and was off.

Chris’s studio setup was nice. The man got a Mac and some nice equipment. I’m jealous ;-). If I ever bought that much stuff, I think it would upset Carrie quite a bit. Right, too — I need to get a car, first.

Then I got on MySpace. I’ve hated it from the start, but finally got on there so I could keep up-to-date on Killing the Hare, the last of the ‘old skool’ Bitterroot Valley punk rock bands.

Photos. Poison’s in Stores. Me Happy.

Tuesday, October 26th, 2004

Current Listening: Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers – “Don’t Do Me Like That” (Greatest Hits)

I was talkin’ with a friend of mine / Said a woman done hurt his pride / Told him that she loved him so, then / Turned around and let him go

So I got the CD’s down to Rockin’ Rudies and Ear Candy, and a promo copy to KBGA, the college radio station. The local music program airs from 5pm-8pm on Saturdays, so give it a listen… 😉

Here, of course, is the box of CD’s:

And here’s my George Bush ‘Liar’ T-Shirt, which came yesterday. Excuse my freakish look and wild, untrimmed hair:

Pick Your Poison’s Here / Where I Stand

Monday, October 25th, 2004

It actually came on Tuesday, but it’s been a busy week. Tomorrow, I’ll do my best to get a couple of Missoula vendors to sell copies for me. I might even look into a PayPal arrangement for ordering them online.

It looks great — type is readable, colors are vibrant, and the whole package looks pretty professional. I’m psyched. As I was staring in awe at my one-year-in-the-making baby, I noticed that I come across pretty negative on the record. But that’s NOT the case! I swear. So, here is my not-so-expert opinion.

Where I Stand

I got my George W. Bush ‘LIAR’ shirt in the mail today. I was prepared to engage at least one Bush supporter in a less-than-intelligent conversation about it, but all I got was ‘Cool shirt.’ Silly liberal campus. Anyway, I had a response prepared for what I thought was inevitable: well, my “Kerry LIAR” shirt is in the wash. There is no shirt that I’m aware of. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that, given the choice, I would wear one. After all, it’s sort of a prerequisite to being a politician (or a human being). Everybody hurts (sorry Michael), and everybody lies.

And that bothers me. The basic stance of Pick Your Poison is that you’re damned if you do, you’re damned if you don’t. Vote for Bush, four more years of stupidity. Kerry doesn’t look any better. But the problem I see goes way beyond the candidates; it’s the parties themselves, and the two-party system, that’s to blame. We’ve becomed trapped in a mindset and it’s a very destructive one: black and white, left and right, one and zero, Kramer and Kramer. Things just aren’t that simple. But the American people have grown up all their lives being told that only two choices are viable, so they have to round off their views and go with the lesser of two evils.

Which is exactly wrong. Why would you vote for a candidate who only supports 60% of your own views? Fear isn’t an answer. To vote Kerry just to keep Bush winning is spiteful, cowardly, and wrong. If you don’t believe in somebody, you don’t vote for them. It’s that simple. It’s time we stopped turning elections into exhibits of fear and started turning them toward the issues.

As I said, our current method of choosing our representatives is outdated. We need a more representative system, one where the winner does not claim everything. The majority is not right all the time. That’s a simple fact. Politics has been stagnating for as long as I can remember. You’d think that with Internet and TV, people would be more informed, but the opposite is true. The Internet is binary by its very nature, ones and zeros, and that binarism filters down, or up, to its information. Every blogger’s either a militant Republican or a smarmy, smart-ass Democrat. Where’s the middle ground? Or the area outside the middle? TV is no better.

We’re heading down a dangerous road. Right now, the two parties in control have made it so that no other parties can possibly be able to challenge them or change things. Thanks to our advances in technology and culture, we’ve accelerated the fall-of-empire syndrome. What took Rome hundreds of years may take us only a few. And that sucks, because America is great, and it still can be. What we need to do is get off our asses and scream, We’ve had enough!. It’s time to stop shouting down others’ views and time to listen, it’s time to make things right. Not the way each of us wants them, but right.

It’s a long road, but it’s possible. Back in 1776, I’m sure that a nation that chooses its leader peacefully was as much a pipe dream as my wish. Anything’s possible, given the power of change.

Pick Your Poison

Tuesday, October 19th, 2004

My first ‘official’ solo CD, Pick Your Poison, is finished. I went all the way on this one — it’s being printed up by CD Print Express, so there will be a profesisonal-looking eight-page color booklet (well, as professional as I made it). It will be here within the week and will officially be ‘released’ on Tuesday, October 26.

I’m planning to sell this bad boy for $6.00, which means I would made a whopping $0.25 profit off of each disc sold.

The CD expresses my frustration with our current ‘all or nothing’ political system (see my rant below), which values the snide remark over the well thought-out argument. More than half the songs are political in nature, but it’s not like I wrote one called “Vote Bush Out” or anything like that. I’m disgusted with the whole system, not just Bush the Younger.

The music is all over the map, from driving rock (“Double Take”), to epic folk (“Lonely Planet”) to hymn (“Starting a Religion”), dreamy, tripping ballads (“Dreaming Awake”) and fast-as-hell punk rock meets medieval military marches (????) (“Good Fences”). This is also the first project I’ve recorded that I put money into — $100 for a cheap condenser microphone and stand, as well as the cost of having them printed up.

As always, it was recorded at Why?-Fi studio in Corvallis, which is slang for my pump house and dorm room. The photo of me on this blog was actually taken while I was “in the studio” (slang for ‘next to the boxes of macaroni).

New Album in Works

Sunday, November 2nd, 2003
Current Listening:
Drag the River: “Forgiveness”
My daddy preached to me

Everyday for years

The day that he died

I swallowed my tears

The tip of the bottle

And a wish you were here

I’d trade forgiveness for a beer

Wow. Somebody threw strands of toilet paper through the trees in front of Jesse. In its own way, it’s really pretty. Like streamers of garland. That are supposed to wipe asses.

I was a Ninja for Halloween. Black pants, a black t-shirt, and another black t-shirt to make into my mask. There was this other guy in a ninja costume, but he was wearing a long sleeve shirt (with a logo!) and a bandana for a mask. I was so much sweeter than he. We did Trick or Eating, which meant we went to the Davidsons College and got a route, then went door-to-door collecting canned food. We got two bags full, which is a decent amount. Then we watched a late-night screening of The Shining. Interesting flick. So much so that I want to read the book.

I got some books at the library, thanks to Carrie. an Amiri Baraka treasury, Dave Barry’s Complete Guide to Guys (A Very Short Book), and Stephen King’s autobiography/work about writing, On Writing. I’m about thirty pages into each.

So I’m slowly collecting another album’s worth of material. If all goes well, I should record it over the Thanksgiving break. This album will be my most acoustic yet: acoustic guitar, piano, and few electric guitars. It has some of my strongest stuff yet, though (I think). “Starting a Religion”, a slow, hymnal number; “Double Take”, an offbeat song about the similarty of the two ‘opposite’ political parties, and “Danse Macabre”, a visual, piano-driven piece.

Left Hanging

Nobody wants to explore anymore.

All we want is a copy of National Geographic and

a bologna sandwich, preferably with Super-Size Fries.

Can you blame us? Who’d want to leave

the serenity of a newspaper floor, our own feces

floating in a water dish, and pretty, shiny bars?

Thank God for the bars. If we squint and look

with what little imagination we’ve got,

we just might see a menacing cat staring us down.

He’s got mange, he’s missing an eye,

and a gleam in his good eye like a madman’s watch.

Watching the birds outside the window, we laugh nervously,

dismissing what we fear most. Let them live on the edge each day,

just outside the cat’s cracked paws. Let them live.

At least they don’t have to read old issues of National Geographic until they die.

Update

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003

I worked Monday. Same guy as before. He’s moving, so we hauled furniture into his U-Haul, then down to a storage unit. NWI is playing at the Poetry Slam on Friday, as well as (maybe) the FMZ. If any of us practice. I’m in the most recent production of Lab Rats, onstage this time — as Watson. Thursday I’m going to see Laurel’s dance thingie. I was gonna bring Maggie, but I just don’t think she’d enjoy it. I’ll take her someplace else this summer — maybe to the play at the playhouse.

I’m finally finishing my pop-punk (real pop-punk, like Queers and Screeching Weasel) record from my band The Suckers. All it needs is backup vocals.

Update

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003

Quote of the Update:

“Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.”

— Sydney Smith

All is well. My tummy kind of hurts. My new solo record is almost complete; I just have a few more tracks to lay down.

Peace.

Update on New Album

Wednesday, April 9th, 2003

Blatantly Liberal Link of the Update

The ABC’s of War

Well, I wrote Misanthropomorphic. It’s your standard rock song. Sequenced the drum tracks. It looks like my solo will have seventeen or eighteen tracks. I’ve been working on tracks for other NWI tracks, as well. Hopefully I can get 3 or 4 new NWI songs on tape this weekend for the rest of the band.

Solo Album Update

Monday, April 7th, 2003

Inspirational Song Quote of the update:

“The old men march slowly, all bent stiff and sore

The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war

And the young men ask, ‘what are they marchign for?’

And I ask myself the same question”

— Eric Bogle, “And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda”

This weekend was all about my solo album. I got all the electric guitar parts done (including a bitching blues song, “The Waiting.”) I borrowed Chris’s bass, his 5-string, which was fun. I managed to incorporate that low B string into a few songs (no super-poopy-low nu-metal songs, though). I got some of the vocals done, too. I think I might call the record “Misanthropomorphic” and write a title song for it this week, depending.

Tonight I did a 4-page paper for my British Lit class in about an hour and a half. To be fair, I marked the novel (Heart of Darkness by Conrad, which I did read for Senior English) as I read to get good passages for my thesis. I actually think this paper is pretty good.

Anyway, gotta get up in two hours, but my paper’s done, so I don’t have to scurry to work on it. Good night.

The Beard

Sunday, March 30th, 2003

Wow. It’s almost April. How the time does fly!

I’m almost finished tracking the songs for my next album. All I need are a couple of parts, all the basslines and all the vocals. So I’m not almost finished. More like halfway.

I am growing a beard, but I’m debating whether or not to shave it off. On the plus side, it’s basically the only ‘new look’ thing I’ve ever done, except for shaving my head my sophomore year (a horrid look immortalized on my driver’s liscence until I turn 21) and getting glasses in eighth grade. On the downside, it isn’t fully grown and right now it just makes me look mega-lazy.