dogslife

You know I had no idea what you were talking about until I went back and read what I typed. What...the...fuck? I'm just going to leave it there, as a permanent record of my brash devil may care (lazy) attitude.

[Edited on Jul 31, 2004 5:34PM]

It's all about the science, yo.

I'm gonna let the dust settle on the move and go see the Cure. Then I'm going to become very interested in your work schedule. I'm thinking towards the end of the month-y.

Keep me posted.

Yeah. You be sure that you make with the pants.

Have I told you lately, that I love you?

Funny 'it's a small world after all' tidbit:

I got into Scofield because the Sampler player from Soul Coughing appeared on his 'Bump' album, and I wanted to check it out.

"Sampler player?" you ask.

Mark Di Gli Antoni (if I'm spelling it correctly) is a classical composer who gets a lot of his sounds from recording his compositions, and then processes the hell out of certain slices and used that glorious noise as backgrounds in SC songs. The results were eargasmic.

I got a pile of quality listenin' done to that album (I also own Uberjam and Up All Night but am less familiar with both), although I have to admit my jazz heart forever belongs to the inimitable Charlie Hunter.

I know what you mean about having gaping holes in the technique. I've been playing for probably about twelve or thirteen years. I've done time in many original bands, been a sideman, a stage musician, a session player, and faked my way through virtually any genre you can imagine with generally successful results.

But still, after all this time, I'm still very heavily the little alt kid who spent most of his high school years spending endless hours woodshedding on Soundgarden tracks. Bombastic and often clumsy rock bozoing will often belie the thousands of hours I have invested in my instrument. I find myself relying on too many stock tricks and licks. There is a bit of a rut going on in the playing... and so maybe a little jamming with some new cats might be just what the doctor ordered, you know?

My favourite guitarist of all time, incidentally, is former Bowie sideman Reeves Gabrels. If I could do a tenth of what he does on the instrument, I could die happy.

i'm heavy handed on choices i don't make personally at times, but then i suppose everyone is - it's our way of justifying one path or the other :]

precisely why i shouldn't have kids. - there's a consistency in the rest of the post though, i look at relationships, life phases, everything from the standpoint of what will get created out of it rather than how it feels too often. it's probably a flaw that shouldn't spawn, heh.

from my standpoint childbearing is exactly like having the wedding being the high point though. the first few years they think you're everything - godlike even. then, you each change in your unique ways, but as the years go on they become distant. eventually they move out, and if you're lucky you stay or become friends again, but it's never quite the same.

as far as the leaving-something-behind angle, refer to the creationist flaw :]

yeh - definitely why i won't knock someone for having kids that values all the stuff after "the big moment". my rhetorical bullshit and life theory all pretty much center around finding the one element of suffering in your life that you enjoy. it's not findin the candy you like, it's about findin the bruises you like i wager. the starving artist angle is just more alluring to me than the attentive parent. largely cause i'm self absorbed and i suspect rather unimaginative

see this is where the well-intentioned breeder is smarter than i. i just wanna try and change the stupids. i used to fixate on the past of future too much, now i'm obsessed with the present or something.

tell me somethin i don't know

better than telling yourself you're a decent artsit i wager

i'm addicted to m-w.com

duuuuuuuuude. that's not wax, that's MOLD.

Do you remember how many NHS members there were when you joined?

I feel your pain, my friend. The apartment search is driving me insane, and if we end up staying here, my rent goes up $100.

You looked pretty--I mean HOT--in your secret society t-shirt yesterday--I mean--did I say SECRET society? Just t-shirt! It's just a t-shirt!

And *ahem* about your comment in Siv's journal....I'm ON to you, buddy.

I hope you appreciate the person no longer on my list because of you.

Thanks, Doggie!

Thanks matey.

Yesterday was really hard. Today was easier. My eyes wouldn't focus in the morning for some damn reason. Got a lot out of my system yesterday, mainly in sexy sexy snot form. I'll probably be fine until she starts packing, methinks.

I used to have a running list of "reasons guitars are better than girls". Top reasons included that a guitar doesn't get mad if you play another guitar, you can easily have as many guitars as you want, and you don't get in any trouble if your best friend walks in on you and his guitar.

Etc.

You could praise the work of some other authors they've published, so that they know you have good taste (read: appreciate THEIR taste) and are familiar with their journal. Kissing ass and knowing your enemy can sometimes work miracles.

I have a feeling that an attempt to accomplish something these days, no matter how major or minor, will always require a certain amount of apathy.

I say submit it in a formal voice. I also wish you luck! Getting something published one day has been a tiny personal dream of mine.

[Edited on Jul 08, 2004 6:15PM]

-The Batman thing, as long as it is amusing, will live Forever.

-Tell them that the heart of a killer robot incapable of feeling, is on the verge of impossible tears. Thanks again though

Oh I'm laughing...

I mean look at me... If I wasn't laughing, what would I have.