11.29.2009

Thanks for Giving, Mom and Dad

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and so has the food. Alas, no one took me to the airport, so none of us got the delicious cookies, but on the bright side, I did score a few awesome days with Mom and Dad. We had some beautiful evenings, mornings, and yes, afternoons, filled with perfect weather, three great dogs, and enriching conversation. I even scored over 200,000 on Lazy Eye in Rock Band II. So, all in all, it was a great few days.

Well...in other news...

THIS MONTH IN FULL SAIL

haha I like doing headlines. Songwriting should be interesting. At the end of the month, I'll have to have a song completed, and there are going to be a few constraints on it. Nothing crazy, but I'll have to have a couple certain chords, maybe a key change, and some other stuff. But if there are too many constraints put on it...my song is gonna be le horrible. So...let's hope it's within the realm of where I would naturally write a song. I mean, it would be awesome if it challenged me, but there are only so many 7th chords I can play on guitar, okay?

That being said, my teacher is effing amazing. I will try to take video of him soon so I can show you his mad skills in class. But he's a very personable guy and he teaches well, so it will be fun.


Anywho...

umm...

That's all for now, I guess.


Thanks for calling me tonight, Tracie. It was very nice talking to you.

11.24.2009

Me Versus Verses

It's been a few months now
Since I started to make you cry
But now I can't wipe the thought from my mind
Much less the breaking in your eyes
I wish I could see you now
To hold you and take you in
Just know I miss your face in my life
Much more than that sky in California


11.23.2009

Ramblings

Did I ever post with a specific topic in mind before? Or was it like this: just rambling until I find a purpose?

Is that what my life is now?


Woah.
Woah.
Woah.

Emo attack, apparently right now.



Okay, moving on.
Class starts again today. Songwriting. Ironically, I have been feeling the desire to write a song lately, and the class I'm in now is none other than...songwriting. Fancy that. I'm sure it is gonna be a fun course that teaches me all about...songwriting. It still won't change the fact that I don't like my voice, so I am not sure how I'm gonna chug out a song, but we'll see if something changes. I think it's more like understanding songs, and not...writing them well. Like I will be able to tell a good song from a bad song. I feel like I can't tell the difference anymore. Is there a difference?

I watched New Moon this morning, which was educational to say the least. But now that that is out of the way, I guess I can...well I was going to say breathe easy but that's some bullshit. I can keep on keeping on. That's what I'll do. BUT. It was quite amazing...the first 45 minutes...they were pretty much spot on.

What else?
Watch The Truman Show. Just do it.

Dexter is off the chain. Absolutely crazy. Every episode.

SYTYCD continues to be the happiest and saddest moments of my life.

And yeah.
Fight Club on bluray. Woot.


Okay I'm gonna leave you alone now.
that should be my motto.

11.20.2009

I'm Sincerely At A Loss For A Topic.

I was going to write some long-winded post about how crazy life is and how I feel like I don't even know what to write about because it's all so crazy and time flies but it goes so slowly even though we're all going in circles and blah who cares de blah.

But I'm gonna do this instead.

"Abraham"
by Sufjan Stevens
but...by me. Live.

Woot! Enjoy.



Abraham, worth a righteous one.
Take up on the wood,
put it on your son.
Lake or lamb.
There is none to harm.
When the angel came,
you had raised your arm.

Abraham, put off on your son.
Take instead the ram
until Jesus comes

11.17.2009

It's been...

eight months,
sixteen days,
and some change.


Do I have something grand to talk about now that I'm back?

Ehh, nope.


I'll come up with something soon.

But for now, know that I've been dying to speak with you.

I'll be there soon.
Or...here.
Wherever this is.

3.01.2009

Pink Moon

Nick Drake - Pink Moon

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TRACKS:

Track Listing
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1. Free Ride (3:06)
2. From The Morning (2:30)
3. Harvest Breed (1:37)
4. Horn (1:23)
5. Know (2:25)
6. Parasite (3:36)
7. Pink Moon (2:05)
8. Place To Be (2:43)
9. Road (2:02)
10. Things Behind The Sun (3:57)
11. Which Will (2:58)

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I came upon Nick Drake probably in a bit different way from most people--I'd heard his name forever, but hadn't heard anything that moved me to go out and check out a record. But then I became an afficiando of Joe Boyd, that peerless producer who discovered or was instrumental in the careers of Pink Floyd, Richard Thompson, Fairport Convention, Sandy Denny, Vashti Bunyan--you could literally go on and on.  Drake in particular became of interest to me because the musicians Boyd gathered to back Drake on his first two albums were mostly from the Fairport Convention crowd (one of my favorite all time bands), most notably Richard Thompson, whom I consider to be one of the greatest guitar players of all time. In Boyd's autobiography, he tells the story of Richard Thompson, widely also at that time in the late 60's considered one of the greatest guitar players, spent weeks trying to recreate what Nick had done with his guitar playing on a particular tune. It drove Thompson crazy that he couldn't figure out how Drake had gotten that particular tuning, and he spent two weeks obsessively figuring out. What Boyd makes clear in his book is that Drake was one of the greatest guitar players of all time, a point that is always overlooked when anyone talks about Drake. But just listen to any of his tunes and try to focus in on the guitar, and you'll see the absolute genius he demonstrates in making it sound effortless, the way he weaves the most complicated guitar lines through the rest of the music like a net that gives the songs their structure. Boyd tells the Richard Thompson story specifically to demonstrate for those who might not have gotten it that he considered Drake one of the greatest guitar players he ever met, and he gives specific examples in the book of many musicians who were very jealous of Drake's seemingly effortless guitar genius, and resented him for it (not Thompson, he was an enormous admirer). In fact, one of my most cherished covers is Thompson covering Drake's "Time Has Told Me."

That's the background on Drake. This album, one of only three he released commercially in his lifetime, was to be his final. I've never seen the Volkswagon commercial which featured "Pink Moon," and I suppose I should just feel grateful that it turned alot of people onto his absolute genius. But I personally find it extremely puzzling how Pink Moon, which begins with the following lyrics: ""I saw it written and I saw it say/ Pink moon is on its way / And none of you stand so tall / Pink moon gonna get ye all." How that serves to sell cars, rather than serve notice to every mortal being that death comes for all, I guess those advertising types must have some insight I don't!

What's so different about Pink Moon compared to Drake's other works, again according to Boyd's fantastic autobiography, is that Drake had resisted having any orchestration added to his previous albums, and finally compromised and had his college friend whom he had been working with before turning pro create orchestrations that worked with his music. I have to, with all due respect, disagree with Nick posthumously on this: Five Leaves Left and Bryter Layter would not be the gorgeous landscapes of albums that they are without that orchestration. HOWEVER, Drake was equally correct, as he shows on Pink Moon: his music here--just Drake and his guitar, presents a completely different side to what Drake was capable of doing: haunting, quiet, gorgeous music that requires not a single other thing--Drake had finally recorded the album he wanted. Boyd in all fairness (and Boyd is nothing if not completely fair) says that long after his death, Drake proved Boyd wrong: his most popular and enduring work proves to be the one Drake wanted to make all along, with nothing but him and his guitar.

Drake is the kind of artist, like Elliott Smith or say Elvis Costello on his quieter outings, that demands of the user repeated listenings. At first, you'll just hear a gorgeous voice and guitar, and think, that's nice. But especially like with Smith, repeated listenings bring huge rewards: once you finally have heard enough times the song structure, you start hearing the whole picture: the lyrics with the guitar and the voice, and you start hearing what the songs are saying, what this most quiet of artists was practically screaming out in his silent anguish. But that makes the album sound like it's depressing, which for this listener it is anything but. Like Smith, Drake might not have been the happiest camper around, but his refuge was his music, where he found and created the beauty he couldn't apparently find in the world. So his music is a refuge of beauty, with quiet stories that unfold to reveal profound observations, all set amidst the most melodic of voices and music--you're surrounded by a very particular beauty. My advice would be to put this one on in the background alot, start getting the big picture, THEN sit down with your best audiophile equipment and listen carefully. You'll be amazed at the way the man weaves his guitar in and out of the melodies as if he was stringing a needle with thread, just managing to catch, and then let go of, a golden note, followed by yet another.

Obviously, I could go on and on about this album, it being so unique in the history of folk/rock music, and being Drake's most popular album, the one that has kept his reputation only growing more and more through the years as people finally discover what the big deal about Nick Drake is--he was a total original. On a sad final note, one of the reasons Drake was in such despair towards the end of his short life, according to Boyd, was he was incredibly frustrated that Boyd kept telling he thought he was one of the greatest geniuses of his generation, and if that was so, why wasn't he having any commercial success? Boyd couldn't answer that one for him as he was trying everything he could to get the world out about Drake, but about that time Boyd got recalled from England to work for another label in America, which was apparently
a blow to Drake as he was very close to Boyd. Shortly after that, Drake died, and to this day it's impossible to say whether it was deliberate or an accidental overdose of anti-depressants--the jury is completely out on that one. But as with Elliott Smith, although we lost Drake much much too young, at least he left behind him a legacy of brilliant music that defies category: it simply is Nick Drake music.
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All Music Guide Review by Ned Raggett 5* of 5*

2.20.2009

"One of Us" by ABBA

for dad.
so he knows about the loudness war.
these are from '81 (original release) and '05 (remastered version).

1981


2005

2.19.2009

...WHAT

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/2009/02/17/2009-02-17_911_tape_captures_chimpanzee_owners_horr-2.html

yeah, that's right.
"911 tape captures chimpanzee owner's horror as 200-pound ape mauls friend"

Dear Dad,




Note: My relationship with my father does not mirror that of this video.

2.12.2009

God Save Me A Gun

God gave me a gun
Said take everyone
Standing in the way
Of what you really want
So I took his advice
Yeah, I never thought twice
Headed out to find
To find a Victim
An if I never run
Out of ammunition
I'll just keep shooting
Cause I'm the only one
That likes to see myself hurting

God played me a song
Said sing along
How fragile is the sound
When no one is around
You keep so damn confused
By love you always lose
But child it's what you choose
Lost and lying on the ground
So I rose up and danced
Like an angel with a broken body
Eyes turning to glass
To run the rain across my face
Streets held out their hands
To lead me back to my sweet manger
And tuck me into my flesh
Where I woke up to an answered prayer

2.11.2009

The Loudness War

Click on the photo for the gif to animate.

This is the same song, mastered at four different dates.
Don't we see a horrible trend going on here?

No, this isn't technology getting better, enabling us to record at louder deciBel levels. This is modern times demanding that songs be pushed to the brink of a recording, making all sounds as loud as the other.  There are no soft sounds and loud sounds, there is just the song compressed to hell, giving no dynamic range.

Go ahead, test it out.  Put on any song released in 2008. ANY song. Listen to it.
[Note: for an added effect, choose a strong rock song.]

Now go listen to something released in the 80's.  Pop in Piano Man by Billy Joel.  Take a ride with an original recording of Bohemian Rhapsody.




Now, notice the difference.

2.09.2009

Chuck Liddell

Okay, so that is an OLD picture of Chuck Liddell. In addition, I don't think I've ever seen Chuck's belly that small, nor with that many discernible abs. And yes, I realize that you can only see half his stomach. I mean, lookie-here:
12.30.06
Now that's a tummy.  It's also a younger Chuck, as he is fighting Tito Ortiz here from back in 2006.  And even more so featuring the beer belly, I found this picture when I Google Image searched "chuck liddell stomach":

I don't know who got this photograph, or especially how (s)he did, but they deserve a cookie.
All that being said...
I wouldn't bring any of this up to Chuck's face.
He could do...
horrible things to my face.
Like he did to Wanderlai here:
(12.29.07)








And besides, he did look quite dapper at the Grammys!

2.08.2009

Doubt

Doubt was the next movie I watched that was up there with the best of 2008, and it was pretty amazing. I just finished it, and I have sat in silence for a bit, just taking it all in.  I wasn't necessarily jumping at the opportunity to watch the film [as I downloaded it weeks ago, and just watched it today] because I was afraid of the subject matter.  I tend to stray from most movies that have to do with the Catholic Church, as they tend to stray to matters not appropriate in the Church.  Cause, of course, who wants to watch a movie in which religion is actually working properly?  It's definitely not often.

But I have to say, out of the films I've watched in 2008, Doubt easily has some of the best performances out of any of them.  Ben Button was pretty good, but I didn't feel like a lot of the parts were acted amazingly.  I wasn't overwhelmingly happy with Pitt's performance, especially when I contrast it with the Academy Award winning Philip Seymour Hoffman.  He was absolutely stellar in this, giving the viewer a character that is incredibly deep.  Everyone's been talking about Rourke's role in The Wrestler [directed by my man Aronofsky!], but I felt the script was a little lacking there, and an actor can only be as good as the script they're given.  Revolutionary Road was just intense lol. Meryl Streep and Amy Adams gave Oscar-worthy performances as well, which rounded out the awesome acting in Doubt.

The script was great. Fantastic.  Aaaand that's all I really need to say about that.  It handled its subject matter with tact and ease, never stepping over the line, as I am constantly fearing in films these days.  The story is from a play that was written by the same guy who directed and wrote the film.  I'd love to check out the play.

Anyways, I liked it.

2.07.2009

Death Is The Road To Awe

I lose all concept of reality.
I forget what it means to be human.
I drop all that is important.
I destroy that which is beautiful.

Listen.
The cello speaks.
As the world turns minor.

Now live.
Breathe wild fire.
And the sun will rise again.

2.03.2009

YouTube is the greatest thing. =]

Here are a few videos that I've noticed lately. So much love.

This first one is from the show I went to back on Dec 17: Manchester Orchestra, with supporting bands All Get Out, Kevin Devine, and Dead Confederate.  This is the closing song [or the latter part of it], which features all members of ManOrch, and members of all opening bands.  Give it up for K-Dev in there.



This is one heck of a submission. Watch out, Fabreezeo Casablanca.


Aaaand I gotta give it up to a song by K-Dev from the show mentioned above.  Makes me happy.




Okay, that's it.
I'll post with something about my life soon, for those of you who actually care and are not just visiting my blog cause you're bored in class or work or at home and just looking to escape reality for a moment by hearing my pointless words.

Cause to be honest, this blog was just to say I was there when that first video happened.
And I couldn't have been happier.
you can even hear me yell.


um
woot woot!

1.27.2009

25

1. I have so many friends [that I don't know] on myspace, that whenever someone posts a stupid bulletin [or many], I delete them on the spot.

2. I like small cars because of the way it shakes when other cars speed by.

3. The stream of water in showers tickles my butt.

4. I still like Dashboard Confessional.

5. Most of my life is spent trying to decide if I want to be an introvert or extrovert.

6. I have watched countless films across my [short] life, yet I still don't think I truly understand what makes a good film.  I think I've started to just this year.

7. I don't think Heath Ledger was taking his prescribed doses.

8. I greatly miss and think about those that I spent Sunday mornings with, but I fear they don't share my nostalgic notions.

9. I have the best girlfriend in the world.

10. I had a fear for a long time that I would record people that I would be envious of, wishing that I was on the other side of the console.  That fear has since changed to me hoping I am good at my job, to help fuel the artists on the other side.

11. I believe in the face of the man on the moon.

12. I never thought I would use three prepositional phrases directly in a row. [See above.]

13. I fear being over-the-top in public, because I think people will suppose I'm gay.

14. I stopped doing homework in 6th grade because I realized I would still pass.

15. In high school, I was upset I didn't have a collection of anything, but I didn't want to collect things that people normally collect.  So, I started collecting hotel key cards. I had about 4 of them (I don't stay in hotels often) when my Dad caught word.  I now have over 60, from all over the United States.

16. I believe the wealth of information available to me on the internet has left me unsure as to what I should believe in in life.

17. I know more about Secondhand Serenade than most people on the planet. Go ahead, do your research. I still know more.

18. I have a massive memory for the random and insignificant things in life.  This seems to surprise people when it comes out, except for my girlfriend, who I think knows even more than I.

19. Facebook became something very strange to me once I moved, as it showed me that friends from all the different little cliques I was in started to become friends with one another.  At the same time that the world became a bigger place to me, the world looked a lot smaller back home.

20. My sophomore year of High School, I gave a controversial speech about the harms of pornography...sometimes I wish I could put that speech to use.

21. I struggle with consistency...a lot.

22. Small animals are easier to understand than small children, and that weirds me out.

23. I got really hyped up when I saw the website for Blueprint Studios in Manchester, UK, thinking I would go off and become a staff member there.  That idea has slowly diminished. It remains the coolest studio I've ever seen though.

24. One of my dreams is for the chance to sit down with Andy Hull and to hear him speak about his life.  I believe that will never happen, and I'm okay with that.

25. I took longer to complete this than anyone you know.  I started writing this on Monday.

1.21.2009

The Power of Distance

Like a strong right from Fedor...
Like a head kick from Mirko...
Like the hurricanes that hit Orlando...
Like a rum and coke without the coke...
Like a cold night without a jacket...

Right to my face.

The only good thing about Affliction


Fedor is officially my favorite.
How could I not realize that he's the Jose Moncada of MMA?
I'm just waiting for the plugs.


Don't worry, Tracie, you still own Fedor.
You're my favourite forever.

1.20.2009

Inauguration Day

Well, here goes nothin'.

1.16.2009

Cotton Crush

The bricks get laid, and they get torn up, and laid again,
but the bricks always get torn up again.
Your friends won't wait, so don't believe that shit when they say they'll wait.
Trust me; your friends will not wait for you.

Then you'll be stoned in some park,
just nodding your head and pinching your arms,
when a girl walks along.
She's humming your song,
with your t-shirt on.
That's when you're done,
Oh, that's when you're done...

There's a cotton crush
down in the southern states.
But back up here, man, we've got
so much thread and space
to waste, waste, waste.
There's a microphone
picking every word up
and it shuts itself off
when it's sure that's its heard enough.

The quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones,
but maybe it should.
Maybe we need to be hollowed
to get up and grow,
and stop fucking around,
to kick off our braces and start straightening out.
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound...
simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now

1.15.2009

Revolutionary Road

I also had the chance to take a gander at Revolutionary Road, as it is going to be one of those films come Academy Awards time. It was a rather depressing film, as my girlfriend would tell you, and it ends up becoming the film representation of why some people just should not get married. Or, rather, why some people shouldn't get married after meeting someone at a party.  The film doesn't go into much detail about their courtship, and so I can't really say if it is telling me not to get married or simply be careful with whom to choose.

Either way, it's depressing as hell.  I mean, a marriage can only go so far when you have an unfaithful pansy like Frank, and a sometimes impossible woman like April.  And if you have a combination of the two...well, I guess it's all downhill from there.

I will say there is one character that I absolutely loved: the neighbor's insane asylum-ridden son, John Givings, played beautifully by Michael Shannon.  Shannon has always been an interesting actor to me, a guy with a rather soft speaking voice to begin with, with a soft way of acting as well.  If you haven't seen the movie, then I don't want to say too much about the character, but he seems the only sane character actually in the film.  And he gets away with saying the most amazing, true statements because his mother is always giving excuses. "He's sick," she says.  Well I don't care what he is, he's freakin' genius.  He picks apart Frank (for being the pansy he is), and he stops, looks at April, and realizes she is making his life hell as well.  He makes sure no one is left unaccounted for.  Beautiful writing there.

As a whole, I was left not really sure what to feel.  This seems to be a trend lately, as I have seen many films that leave me just...confused almost.  Benjamin Button, Full Metal Jacket, Enduring Love, and now Revolutionary Road.

Ugh. I'm gonna go home and watch Wall-E: a film that truly knows how to tell a story.

1.14.2009

Full Metal Jacket

So I watched Full Metal Jacket last night, finally. It was fascinating, to say the least, to watch after taking in the entire Band of Brothers set. They are nearly polar opposites. Of course, BoB is a WWII epic, where FMJ is seated near the end of the Vietnam War.

There was a lot I couldn't understand with Kubrick's film. Why was Pyle clearly literate during altercations with the Sargeant, and yet so absolutely retarded around Joker and the other recuits? What was being said by having the infantry member at the end resemble Pyle, but not carry some of the same characteristics? Why are the men performing CPR on men who have been shot in the leg/stomach/face?

I felt the battle sequences in FMJ were horrid. Unrealistic, cliche, and at about the level that I could write. Kubrick was never in the war, and so I feel like he read about the Marine training, but skipped everything after that. It was really interesting to watch the unrealistic parts after seeing the much more real Band o Bros.

That being said, FMJ stands as one of the few films that has made me feel nauseated while watching. There's a shot as the men enter an area that they are pretty sure is infested with enemies; the camera stays low, hovering low among the men, with an epically long shot as they move up. The shot continued, making me wish it would end and ease my risen emotions. That scene feels like a TWO on the nausea scale compared to the completely unnerving moment in which Joker and Rafterman are talking to the helicopter gunner.  This is a man who is gunning down anyone he sees, regardless if they look like soldiers or not, with a mounted machine gun, smiling and laughing while he does it. His response as to how he is able to shoot women and children is, "Easy. Ya just don't lead 'em so much, ha, ha ha! Ain't war hell?"

So all of this said, I looked up some different opinions dissecting the film. So far no one has mentioned anything about the medics on the field or the similarity between Animal Mother and Pvt. Pyle. These questions will just sit in the big pool of ambiguity that is a Kubrick film.


1.13.2009

I laugh loud. I get it.

Ever since I changed classes here at Full Sail, I have been getting some weird looks. You see, I laugh loudly. I know this, and my previous class had come to know it. For example, my buddy Rob in my old class said that he missed me in the back of the class laughing at everything, even the not funny stuff.

So, now that I'm in this new class, my fellow students simply don't know who I am. So when this kid in the back of the class starts laughing out loud at random things, I literally get kids turning around and looking right at me.

Tell me, when did it become weird for people to find joy in life? The reason I laugh at these things is because I truly find joy and humour in a wide-variety of things. Take Frisky Dingo for example, which has a completely ridiculous story-line, and yet I find great humor and comedic timing. Needless to say, not many people find humor in something like the graphic to the right.

"Welcome to you are doom?? And why is doom in quotations!?"

Fine.

It's funny okay?
I'll laugh and be merry.
You give me dirty looks.
And the world goes round.

1.09.2009

Fedor Emelianenko



So...this guy is ridiculous. I'm waiting for the day in which he loses randomly in some strange fight in which Arlovski (his next opponent) knocks him out...it's unlikely, but that's how MMA works.  But here is a little tribute to the man who Tim Sylvia said punched him harder than anyone else (who has faced Arlovski...thrice times?), the man that Sherdog.com said "In a sport where defeat afflicts everyone not named Fedor Emelianenko...", the man that seems to feel no emotion.  Here are some photos...

A photoshopped Tim Sylvia running from Fedor.

Fedor in a photoshoot.

Fedor giving his 7' 2" opponent a good armbar.

Fedor mocking his fallen opponent.

No smiles necessary.

Oh,

and happy new year.
=]]

It's been a while


but I'm back.

I'm back, okay?


And this isn't because my beautiful girlfriend is forcing me to do this, I swear.
I've always wanted to start blogging again, I am just horrible at managing my time.

I got my shipment from Amazon yesterday, cables, movies, and a couple books. Overall, it's a pretty dang positive box to get from Amazon, even though it took almost a week to travel the two hours from Jacksonville.  Everything said and done, I'm quite ecstatic for the sound/video setup in my place now, as I feel I have to turn DOWN the volume at night, because the sound travels so well.  It's beautimus.

For those of you who don't know, I'm working on some awesome consoles this month, a Rupert Neve 9098i (72 channels, pictured above with my amazing crackberry camera), and an SSL 9000J (42 channels).  If you were to add up every button and every fader on the Amek (the 9098i), it ends up being around 100,000 things to push, move, and change.  Needless to say, it's pretty intense.  I enjoy it though, as it pretty much the largest piece of equipment I've ever been in a room with, save for the film mixing console, which has something like 96 channels on it.

This is an exciting month, with possibilities of changes coming soon, and improvements in life.
I am excited.
More excited than you know.