Teach Your Children

So, I did my first solo multitrack recording last night. Was using a program I haven't used before called Audacity, so i recorded "Teach Your Children" by Crosby, Stills and nash. Butchered it, you can be sure. I'm not lead vocalist. It's actually pretty funny the backup and harmony vocals I did were really good, but the leads really fall flat of good. If anyone wants a listen, e-mail me and I'll see if I have the balls to give it out.

Now I need to play with a drum sequencer of some sort and do a full band recording. Maybe some sort of good MIDI program.

Napoleon Not So Dynamite

Yeah it ain't that great.

Thank God I have a day off tommorrow.

I think I brained my damage

So I smoked my head on the wood beam in the basement Monday night. I put a serious fucking dent in the thing with my head. So now I have a sore neck and a sorer (fuck you I know it's not a word) head. I always hit my head on shit... or have it hit. How about a short list? Shall we?

- beam in the basement
- Baseball bat (wood) in grade 4, 5 stiches
- metal/wood corner over the staircase at the parents house - early high school ... seriously thought I broke my neck... Michelle just laughed at me.
- Fucking liberals
- Hanging glass lamp in Mark's playhouse/shed... I can't listen to the song "I Want to Break Free" by Queen anymore. Mark was more concerned with the lamp then me.
- apparantly at the tender age of 3 or 4 I fell down the stairs whist being babysat by my second-cousings Karey and Carmel. I hit each step with my head on the way down.
- Two (2) Mic stands in music related accidents
- Purposely beat myself in the head repeatedly with a mic in junior high repeating a stunt i saw at a Green Day concert performed my Mike Dirnt the bassist.
- about 3 fist fights... no body hits... only head.
- fuckign spaghetti
- roof of may car getting in the door about once a week.
- In grade 11 diving into the DEEP END of the pool, I smoked my head on the bottom... seriously thought I was gonna die.

So there you have it.

GEESE!

So now I'm off to make the super 7-1/2 hour MP3 CD for the trip home next weekend.

Hope I didn't get brain damage.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I got Grunged Today

Yeah I really did the grunge thing up this morning. Haven't really been this grungy since the Kerosene era.

Been going through some mental shit lately. Really wondering if that life that I led four years ago was so bad. Sure it was hard, I spent alot of time cold, hungry and without money, but I had more fun, the closest of friends and I had goals. Now I've for the moment forsaken being a musician and I'm devoting my life to one person. And that person is not reciprocating that devotion. I tend to wonder if this is what I want.

Certainly it can't be argued that I needed to step back from where I was. I was relentlessley racking up debt and my fanancial irresponsibility is going to haunt me for years to come. But knowing what I know now, I could easily go back, and make less mistakes and maybe make a better time of it. I think the time is coming where it's gonna be do or die with my realtionship, so I may be making the choice sooner than I think. My love is of utter devotion, but I'm not going to float along in utter limbo while Shawna becomes "ready" to do that she wants to do. It's easier for her to deal with this she knows how I feel. I have no idea what's going on in her head, or if she even thinks about it. I think about it every morning when I wake up next to her, and every night as I fall asleep next to her... and more when she's not there.

I need help.

Been Slacking

I know, I'm getting bad with updating this. Think I blogged myself out there a few weeks ago.

Ok but I have a confesion to make. I watch "The Surreal Life" on MTV. And I normally hate reality TV. I don't know why, but those crazy weird ass people just blow my mind. I mean who knew Flavour Flav was a sensitive lover? Now you do. I even had a dream about them. I can't remember most of it, but I do know it involved a movie theatre, that guy from Full House owninga comic book store, us eating lasagne at a table with too few chairs to sit us all and that I ended up getting lasagne on my shirt and when I took it off to wash it, Bridgette Nielsen got all hot and bothered.

Other than that, works good, but my financial life sucks ass.

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I hate the number 8

Oh yeah. Infact I hate the number 8 so much, I'm gonna take time out of my busy schedule to rant about it.

The number 8 sucks. Nothing good comes of it.

Fucking sideways infiniti sign wannabe. You think you're so great with your lack of corners and proximity to the number 7.

You make me sick.

Fuck you 8.