Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Sinister Minister

This is a song by Vic. I thought people should hear it.


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Sunday, July 31, 2005

What Did He Say?!

My my my what a week and an end. Lotsa stuff happened. Most of the week I just jammed with Brett and Maurice on different songs. If anyone's interested in the band name, it's Aftarus. I think we sounded pretty damn awesome. And it will be a fun show on the 13th of August.

I'm not 100% what days I saw Eryn this week, but I know one was when I went over to watch Shaun of the Dead and another was when we went to Cici's. Both of which I enjoyed very much. I'll see her again Friday at the movies. Going to see War of the Girls.

Since I'm at my mom's, I've listened to lots of tunes. My current favorite is "Trampled Under Foot" by Led Zeppelin.

School starts back exactly one week from now. I have to go see my teachers on the 9th, so I should get much enjoyment, you know. Too bad it's going to be such a fucking long year. Plus, there's nocca to consider...

August 13th, G's, be there!!!!


Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing)

Come out of things unsaid,
shoot an apple of my head (and a)
Trouble that can't be named,
tigers waiting to be tamed (singing)

You are, you are

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"Well I remember it as though it were a meal ago...."

Said tommy the cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the carnivorous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare occasion such as this, that he did...

"Well she came slidin down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of the Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped double, even triple takes as the vivacious feline made her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves! Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place And that was O'Malleys Alley!"

"The air was thick with cat calls, no pun intended, But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted! She was lookin for that... stud bull! she was looking for that, he cat.... And that was me."

"Tommy the Cat is my name!!! And I say unto thee..."

Say baby do you wanna lay down with me
Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side
Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me
Say baby? Say baby?!

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The freakiest show I know
Is the show of my own
Living my life in and out
Of the twilight zone

Bust my britches
Bless my soul
I’m a freak of nature
Walking totem pole
Look and see I think you’ll agree
Nobody weird like me

Intercourse with a porpoise
Is a dream for me
Hell bent on inventing
A new species

Bust my my soul
I’m a freak of nature
Walking totem pole
Look and see I think you’ll agree
Nobody weird like me

Riding down the path
On the back of a giraffe
Me and the giraffe laughed
Cause I passed some gas

Bust my bitches
Bless my hoes
I’m a freak of nature
Walking totem pole
Look and see I think you’ll agree
Nobody weird like me

Enchanted as a rabbit
That my life is a dream
Well everything is never
Just as it seems

The freakiest show I know
Is the show of my own
Living my life in and out
Of the twilight zone

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Everything or Nothing

Don't put faith in that which is fleeting and forsake what you have.


I lost a friend, what a sport. I think the best thing to do is watch my two favorite sock puppets.


And listen to some music.

do you recall it's name
as it suggested beck and call
this face and heel
will drag your halo through the mud
ash of pompei
erupted in a statues dust
shrouded in veils
because these handcuffs hurt too much
still scalping these ticketless applause
and when they drag the lake
theres nothing left at all

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

The Ever-Heavy Glow of True Possibilities

July 3rd is a day i'll have to forever look on now with mourning and sorrow. The one day one of those things you read about in the paper, like "Child thrown from building" or "Father beats Teen to death" actually happened to someone I know.

On July 3rd, James-Steven Brown, my cousin, was killed in a car accident.

What's more, he was only 12 years old. It's a really twisted world we live in where a 12 year old kid with ambitions and dreams of his own can die before he was a chance to live them out. What a world.To top that off, it was his brother's birthday. Great.

His brother saw him lying on the table next to him, and only when he saw the massive amounts of blood did he have to consider the horrid possibility that maybe his brother didn't make it out. He toyed with that consideration for hours and hours until his mother finally had the ability to tell him. How wicked it must be to have those types of fears, those nightmares confirmed by an infallible source like that of one's own mother. What a world.

The best thing one can have in these situations is family, and lots of it. Luckily enough, my aunt and her family have plenty to spare. I love everyone in that family and I'm glad that they were that lucky to survive.

Much love in their direction from me, I've never seen a more resilient force.

Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries "Oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little indian brave who before he was ten,
Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior indian chief
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown'
Cause she was crippled for life,
and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled "you won't hurt me no more"
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
"look a golden winged ship is passing my way"

And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going...

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Permanent Waves

Maurice has some kind of performance coming up for the asscademy and asked me to go. Why the hell would I want to go? That crap is the reason he's been missing practice right and left. So....heywouldjablowme, okay?

I think I'm going to see Eryn and a bunch of other people today as well as go to Guitar Center, and then tomorrow I might go over to Maurice's. This weekend it's practice practice practice!

Justin and I found this huge list of co-op games that we are going to totally decimate with our awesome gaming skills....yeah...

:Waking with Amanda:
-Oh......Oh, I feel like crap....Where am I?...Do you, do you know where I am?......Ohh....Am I wearing...ski boots?.....Oh, they're anti-gravity boots....Okay....I gotta....I gotta go.....I really gotta go.....Look, I dunno what happened last night but....let's just....pretend it didn't happen, okay?....I mean, you're really furry and...I uh...I kinda like that....but, let's just....ughhh....(belch).....oh.....did I eat...raw bacon last night?.....Okay, I gotta go...ummm...what did you say your name was?
-(Horse Neighing)
-Oh, not again....

So you children of the world,
listen to what I say
If you want a better place to live in
spread the words today
Show the world that love is still alive
you must be brave
Or you children of today are
the Children of the Grave.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Doctor Funkenstein

Kiss my ego, baby.

I need a shower hella bad, as 50 cents and JEWpac would say. My hair is all greased and stuff. I can't go to sleep til after a dentist appointment tomorrow. My pallet breaker popped out like a bottle cap. It's pretty screwed up.

Man your own Jackhammer.

I've been listening to all these different songs I downloaded on Limewire (Recently acquired at my local thrift store *smile into camera holding pepsi can*) as well as the Coheed and Cambria CD, In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3. I have no idea what it means, but the lyrics are very deep, very soulful. My brother turned me on to them. He says he might love them more than the Chili Peppers.....what the hell? Boy you're a queef-face, go back to Boston! I'll admit, I didn't give these guys much of a shot, but they're vocals are very powerful. I didn't like them at first, but after listening to a little Rush, they're not so horrid.

And so castles made of sand slip into the sea, eventually

I got to resolve myself early this morning. Fuck being fucked. I'm all together. Let's have three takes, and then you can all have a potshot at being lucky. Don't be too sad that there isn't going to be a right way to do this all right. I've finally learned that whatever happens to you is YOUR experience, and with it, YOU can become a better person and learn. Got problems with a particular idiot? Well, it will give you all the more patience with the next one. Also, honesty is a hard thing to come by, but it is ALWAYS in everyone. All you have to do is look. It may come ASAP, it may come later when things are totally parabola to how you left them, but point is it will come. Case in point: Absolutely none, find your own for your own experience.

Complications of a master mind

Don't ever put faith in something that won't always be there. It's like tatooing your girl's name on your backside. How do you know she'll always be there? You don't, and you never do. It's something that you just have to accept will not always be stagnant. Just go with it. I'm not saying you shouldn't make some sacrifices, but make sure not to do something irreparable. Keep yourself on top, and don't shove yourself in the dirt for the other person. Like I stated previously, nothing that will cripple you for life. It's just the world we live in, and a lot of people don't really understand what they're doing until the time comes for a test of honor.

You just call on me, brother, when you need a hand

I'll tell you what though, the people you can definitely trust in life are your good friends. You'll know who they are. Word to the wise though: Make sure they know that you care. I mean damn, you gotta make sure you have someone to tell you out, someone to take care of you when you gotta fuck all to give up, and to lean on after you are struggling for breath. I've got a few friends that I know would help me out if I really needed it (The Band, I love you guys and everything you do. Stick with it, and keep up the dream; Jodi, God Bless, all strong and perserverant. The one person who hasn't given up once. Eryn, You make it known, and stay classy. If one of you reads this, tell the others about it.) There's really no comparison to what comfort, laughs, and bliss you'll find in friends like those.

The band is who I'm married to, and this is work I've set to do.

The band is the best thing I think that me and my friends could have possibly set out to do. We've been through some rough shit, and we always seem to pull through and burn twice as bright for ten times as long. The flame we keep going with this project meets its share of issues and challenges. We never seem to flinch though. It's amazing what a group of guys can do when we actually put our minds together. We always practice vigourously yet playfully, and I'm in suspense of when we'll play next. Dream.



That's all, take it easy.

Living in the limelight the universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

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And we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Alright don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy
We'll all float on (alright)

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We love to funk you, Funkenstein
Your funk is the best
Take my body, give it the mind
To funk with the rest
Hit me with the one and then
If you like, hit me again
We love to Funk-a-stein

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The opposing break the surface hold ready
Will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb
But killing's no fun when the heroes are none

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Enchanted as a rabbit
That my life is a dream
Well everything is never
Just as it seems

The freakiest show
I knowIs the show of my own
Living my life in and out
Of the twilight zone

Bust my bitches,
Bless my hoes,
I'm a freak of nature
Walking totem pole
Look and see, I think you'll agree
Nobody weird like me

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Like two sweet peas
In an even sweeter pod
That’s my friend
And my friends’s named bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know bob well
Well enough to tell you’bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He’s a hell-a-swell fellow
Well enough to tell you
That we know each other better
Than we know our selves
Like freaks of a feather
We rock together
I know bob well
But I think he knows me better

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These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Don't You Ever Leave

All right, I have done some digging, and I found proof that the Bass came before all else. Before guitars, before animals, before God tore a chunk out of Adam and made Eve, there was the Bass. This kinda make sense, since I was born before everyone else in the band. Watch and learn...(Special Thanks Mr. Levin)

In the beginning there was a bass. It was a Fender, probably a Precision, but it could have been a Jazz - nobody knows. Anyway, it was very old ... definitely pre-C.B.S. And God looked down upon it and saw that it was good. He saw that it was very good in fact, and couldn't be improved on at all (though men would later try.)

And so He let it be and He created a man to play the bass. And lo the man looked upon the bass, which was a beautiful 'sunburst' red, and he loved it. He played upon the open E string and the note rang through the earth and reverberated throughout the firmaments (thus reverb came to be.) And it was good. And God heard that it was good and He smiled at his handiwork.

Then in the course of time, the man came to slap upon the bass. And lo it was funky. And God heard this funkiness and He said, "Go man, go." And it was good.

And more time passed, and, having little else to do, the man came to practice upon the bass. And lo, the man came to have upon him a great set of chops. And he did play faster and faster until the notes rippled like a breeze through the heavens. And God heard this sound which sounded something like the wind, which He had created earlier. It also sounded something like the movement of furniture, which He hadn't even created yet, and He was not so pleased. And He spoke to the man, saying "Don't do that!"

Now the man heard the voice of God, but he was so excited about his new ability that he slapped upon the bass a blizzard of funky notes. And the heavens shook with the sound, and the Angels ran about in confusion. (Some of the Angels started to dance, but that's another story.)

And God heard this - how could He miss it - and lo He became Bugged. And He spoke to the man, and He said, "Listen man, if I wanted Jimi Hendrix I would have created the guitar. Stick to the bass parts."

And the man heard the voice of God, and he knew not to mess with it. But now he had upon him a passion for playing fast and high. The man took the frets off of the bass which God had created. And the man did slide his fingers upon the fretless fingerboard and play melodies high upon the neck. And, in his excitement, the man did forget the commandment of the Lord, and he played a frenzy of high melodies and blindingly fast licks. And the heavens rocked with the assault and the earth shook, rattled and rolled.

Now God's wrath was great. And His voice was thunder as He spoke to the man. And He said, "O.K. for you, pal. You have not heeded My word. Lo, I shall create a soprano saxophone and it shall play higher than you can even think of." "And from out of the chaos I shall bring forth the drums. And they shall play so many notes thine head shall ache, and I shall make you to always stand next to the drummer."

"You think you're loud? I shall create a stack of Marshall guitar amps to make thine ears bleed. And I shall send down upon the earth other instruments, and lo, they shall all be able to play higher and faster than the bass."

"And for all the days of man, your curse shall be this; that all the other musicians shall look to you, the bass player, for the low notes. And if you play too high or fast all the other musicians shall say "Wow" but really they shall hate it. And they shall tell you you're ready for your solo career, and find other bass players for their bands. And for all your days if you want to play your fancy licks you shall have to sneak them in like a thief in the night." "And if you finally do get to play a solo, everyone shall leave the bandstand and go to the bar for a drink."

And it was so.




That's the story guys. I swear, I bet it's true.

In other news, I'm just sitting here doing nothing, eatin Chili. Before I leave, I'll give a joke or two...

How can you tell if the stage is level?

Drool comes out of both sides of the drummers mouth evenly.

How can you find a guitarist?

He'll have a pizza in his hand.

A drummer and a drunk walk into a bar. The drunk didn't have any money either.

What is the difference between a bass guitar and a trampoline?

You take off your shoes to jump on a trampoline.

Q: What's the range of a 6-string bass?

A: About 30 yards, depending on how strong you are.

Q:What do you call a guitarist without a girlfriend?

A:Homeless

How can you tell when there are singers knocking at the door?

They don't know when to come in, nor do they have the key.

How do you stop a drummer from drowning ?

Take your foot off his head.

What does a drummer say when he steps up to the mic?....... you want fries with that?


Bless you guys, I love you all.