He builds.
"They build him."
He jumps.
"They make him jump."
24 Hours to Live.
He is resurrected.
"Against your will."
(He builds)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
24 Hours to Live
He builds.
"They build him."
He jumps.
"They make him jump."
24 Hours to Live.
He is resurrected.
"Against your will."
(He builds)
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Imminent Death of Typosgraphy
-->PULSE<--
No, the liminality of timespace continuum has no effect, no effect, what what whatsoever on anything any being any means on what I deem reality. Make the cells into chips, melt them into plastic bits, it doesn't have any effect on me.
-->PULSE<--
Distort hypothalamy calamity and take every movement you can muster out of me. My right arm is yours, so go ahead and add it to your fucking wanking fantasy of objectifying materiality.
-->PULSE<--
Bleed bleed bleed circadia into me and revolve the system around me bleed bleed bleed and revolve it around me i am your fucking regime i am your fucking regime.
No, the liminality of timespace continuum has no effect, no effect, what what whatsoever on anything any being any means on what I deem reality. Make the cells into chips, melt them into plastic bits, it doesn't have any effect on me.
-->PULSE<--
Distort hypothalamy calamity and take every movement you can muster out of me. My right arm is yours, so go ahead and add it to your fucking wanking fantasy of objectifying materiality.
-->PULSE<--
Bleed bleed bleed circadia into me and revolve the system around me bleed bleed bleed and revolve it around me i am your fucking regime i am your fucking regime.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
5 Minute Nap -- A Week --
--Thursday March 13, 2008
Today proved to be extremely eye opening. It was the warmest day of the year so far. 48 degrees. I felt the urge to actually be productive, rather than the wintry lethargic blahs I've been accustomed to for the past five months. Lawsuits are looming at my day job, the sun is out until 7:30 PM. I'm more positive and excited, nervous and ansy than usual. I feel like I've matured into something bigger at my day job, a place of respect. Of confidence, of others trusting me. I also know more behind the scenes aspects, gossip. This causes uneasiness for me, but I welcome it. I feed off of that kind of energy.
I took a small nap on my break. A five minute nap felt like an eternity of sleep. I woke up wondering if I had actually transcended into some other realm of existence during that sleep, bringing back a piece of new flesh, new soul, to feed on, to live off of.
The house is empty. All but two (including myself in the two) have migrated to the southern reaches of the US for spring break. I feel that with the semi-seclusion and quiet, Sound. Of. Static. will be heavily worked on and realized. A new Citizens Banned video is on the rise, and other musical projects are going to fleshed out and debuted.
This will be an ongoing post of what I hope will be a seminal week . . .
--Friday March 14, 2008
After a full day's work, I sat down to write some more of The Architect and as a reward edit the Summer 2007 Montage for Citizens Banned. I had called a friend for a wine bar date, she told me she'd get back to me. She called back as I was starting up my word processor, asking if I could come see her perform in a cabaret styled puppet show.
Friday turned out to be a free night. I got some good wine out of the deal. Nothing productive otherwise.
--Saturday March 15, 2008
Trying not to succumb to a post-pizza food coma, I made myself take Architect lyrics and catscratchings to a nearby coffeeshop. I had to sit and wait for the Mocha to take effect before I got the ball rolling. I started to realize The Architect is turning into an EP unto itself. There are lots of little sections, each dealing with either a character or a new level of the procedure the character is undergoing. I started implementing the Electrode Box subsection in there, taking parts from my "Elect(RODE)" demo (it has to go somewhere, SOS wouldn't be complete without some aspects of that recording). I finished the drink, bought Monster energy drinks across the street afterward, went home.
Taking advantage of the 1/2 empty house, I tried utilizing my roommate's desks for some peace and quiet (I live on the first floor of the house, so it's a place of high traffic and distraction -- I partially blame this for the lag in my Patch stride as of recently), and I realized I should instead utilize our rehearsal space/band room for writing. That's what it's there for. So, I made a small writing desk for myself, moving a desk lamp. Closed the door, bingo. Came out with a page of lyrics.
I then started working on the CB Summer 2007 movie. Things are working. It's currently 7 seconds long, but a lot of clips are going into this puppy, so ten seconds is an afternoon's length of work.
Had a night out at the corner bar with Dave (former CB drummer). Ranted, raved, and passed out . . .
--Sunday March 16, 2008
More realizations in The Architect. It's starting to have a structure I'm content with. Although I dawdled today, due to Dave and I turning off the space heater in the band room. It was too cold to be in there for too long. (excuses, excuses)
But alas, The Architect is finding its form.
CB Video -- coming along . . . the first intro is done sans some audio peaking issues.
--Monday March 17, 2008
Nothing except talks with Adri about how the ashes of Citizens Banned can be filtered into future projects . . . I'm also getting ideas about changing Circadia into more of a PJ Harvey-ish track. More guitar driven.
--Tuesday March 18, 2008
A large Architect spluge. After drinking two consecutive energy drinks, ideas exploded out of me, including a actual mindfuck of music . . . the Electrode Box . . . ten minutes have been written. I feel like I'm only a third of the way through this song.
--Wednesday March 19, 2008
So, the week is over. Nothing too too seminal, but I've found a quasi-stride in rewrites and focus, judging by my "spluge" in The Architect last night. The gang came back from their travels, and were going throughout the house, making it extremely difficult to focus. I wrote a nice four line stanza, then figured I'd rehearse with Kristen for her Katinka performance on Friday night. We're doing a cover of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis and "Kommienzuspadt" by Tom Waits with me on drums. A cabaret tap dance revue. Dress rehearsal tomorrow.
Found the stride . . . performance Friday. And there's a week with Kean.
Today proved to be extremely eye opening. It was the warmest day of the year so far. 48 degrees. I felt the urge to actually be productive, rather than the wintry lethargic blahs I've been accustomed to for the past five months. Lawsuits are looming at my day job, the sun is out until 7:30 PM. I'm more positive and excited, nervous and ansy than usual. I feel like I've matured into something bigger at my day job, a place of respect. Of confidence, of others trusting me. I also know more behind the scenes aspects, gossip. This causes uneasiness for me, but I welcome it. I feed off of that kind of energy.
I took a small nap on my break. A five minute nap felt like an eternity of sleep. I woke up wondering if I had actually transcended into some other realm of existence during that sleep, bringing back a piece of new flesh, new soul, to feed on, to live off of.
The house is empty. All but two (including myself in the two) have migrated to the southern reaches of the US for spring break. I feel that with the semi-seclusion and quiet, Sound. Of. Static. will be heavily worked on and realized. A new Citizens Banned video is on the rise, and other musical projects are going to fleshed out and debuted.
This will be an ongoing post of what I hope will be a seminal week . . .
--Friday March 14, 2008
After a full day's work, I sat down to write some more of The Architect and as a reward edit the Summer 2007 Montage for Citizens Banned. I had called a friend for a wine bar date, she told me she'd get back to me. She called back as I was starting up my word processor, asking if I could come see her perform in a cabaret styled puppet show.
Friday turned out to be a free night. I got some good wine out of the deal. Nothing productive otherwise.
--Saturday March 15, 2008
Trying not to succumb to a post-pizza food coma, I made myself take Architect lyrics and catscratchings to a nearby coffeeshop. I had to sit and wait for the Mocha to take effect before I got the ball rolling. I started to realize The Architect is turning into an EP unto itself. There are lots of little sections, each dealing with either a character or a new level of the procedure the character is undergoing. I started implementing the Electrode Box subsection in there, taking parts from my "Elect(RODE)" demo (it has to go somewhere, SOS wouldn't be complete without some aspects of that recording). I finished the drink, bought Monster energy drinks across the street afterward, went home.
Taking advantage of the 1/2 empty house, I tried utilizing my roommate's desks for some peace and quiet (I live on the first floor of the house, so it's a place of high traffic and distraction -- I partially blame this for the lag in my Patch stride as of recently), and I realized I should instead utilize our rehearsal space/band room for writing. That's what it's there for. So, I made a small writing desk for myself, moving a desk lamp. Closed the door, bingo. Came out with a page of lyrics.
I then started working on the CB Summer 2007 movie. Things are working. It's currently 7 seconds long, but a lot of clips are going into this puppy, so ten seconds is an afternoon's length of work.
Had a night out at the corner bar with Dave (former CB drummer). Ranted, raved, and passed out . . .
--Sunday March 16, 2008
More realizations in The Architect. It's starting to have a structure I'm content with. Although I dawdled today, due to Dave and I turning off the space heater in the band room. It was too cold to be in there for too long. (excuses, excuses)
But alas, The Architect is finding its form.
CB Video -- coming along . . . the first intro is done sans some audio peaking issues.
--Monday March 17, 2008
Nothing except talks with Adri about how the ashes of Citizens Banned can be filtered into future projects . . . I'm also getting ideas about changing Circadia into more of a PJ Harvey-ish track. More guitar driven.
--Tuesday March 18, 2008
A large Architect spluge. After drinking two consecutive energy drinks, ideas exploded out of me, including a actual mindfuck of music . . . the Electrode Box . . . ten minutes have been written. I feel like I'm only a third of the way through this song.
--Wednesday March 19, 2008
So, the week is over. Nothing too too seminal, but I've found a quasi-stride in rewrites and focus, judging by my "spluge" in The Architect last night. The gang came back from their travels, and were going throughout the house, making it extremely difficult to focus. I wrote a nice four line stanza, then figured I'd rehearse with Kristen for her Katinka performance on Friday night. We're doing a cover of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis and "Kommienzuspadt" by Tom Waits with me on drums. A cabaret tap dance revue. Dress rehearsal tomorrow.
Found the stride . . . performance Friday. And there's a week with Kean.
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