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.

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One more down...

Got the SHIMA webpage done, finally. Check it out.
http://www.shima.ca

So now just a few small bits to clean up in other projects. Then on to a few more major projects for the not too distant future. I'm ognna be a rich millionaire rock star web designer someday.

Had 2 fucked up dreams this morning, thanks to my day off and getting to sleep in;

Fucked up Dream 1 - For some reason I start this dream on a road trip with my buddy Edward and two undisclosed kids in the back seat (I have no idea who they are). We are heading to some unkown destination, but before we get there we stop at this mall. It's late at night and Edward is heading into the drug store (a Shoppers Drug Mart) and I decide to pop in to the mall to get some new shoes as mine are soaked in grease or something and faling apart.

So I wander around this mall for a while. There are barely any stores and it's lit in this lime green light that makes everything look cheap. I decide to go down this staircase and end up in this really dingy home basement looking place with old matresses against the walls and paint chipping off the walls. A REALLY hot woman in a housecoat with big breasts comes out of a door to my left and walks down the hallway ahead of me. For some reason I get the impression that there are hair and beauty salons down here. I go down a small stair and around a corner and there is a young blong man witha soul patch there, dressed kinda faggy, like those guys on that Queer Eye show. I just say hi to him, he says hi to me, then I turn around and head back upstairs into the mall.

I wander a bit more and end up exiting the mall from another anchor store (a Staples I think). It's now daylight and I appear to be about 3-4 km form the car, despite the fact that I couldn't have covered more than 1 km in the mall. I walk down this covered concourse through the parking lot, then around the mall. This mall is HUGE, honestly this mall is way bigger than any building I've ever seen, or was indicated by the inside of the mall. It's about 5 stories high and must cover anywhere from 20-30 square blocks. So I start to run to the car because I realize how long I've been gone and I see all sorts of things, including a huge sign advertising the place I saw in the basement of the mall, I can't remember what that name was now, but it was a strip club. So the hot woman I saw was a stripper.. I shoulda dropped a few bucks and made this a wet dream. But I continued on and after a very long time, running past walls and through parks ended up at the car. Edward and I had a good laugh at my getting lost and never finding shoes in a mall and then I woke up.

Realizing it was still early in the morning, I went back to sleep and into ...

Fucked up Dream 2- In this dream it is an established fact that I own two vehicles my current car, the Beretta and my old truck, the S-15. Both are constantly breaking down, but one of them works at any one time, so it's all good. Well at the time the dream starts the Beretta is working fine, it's summer and I haven't used the truck in a while. Suddenly the car breaks down (won't start), so I need to use the truck. I go to get it and it's gone... simply not there. So I go searching.

The dream oddly enough takes place at my Grandma and Grandpa Forers house, but my Grandma and Grandpa Pilon live there (see I told you it was fucked up). I check in the garage to see if it's been moved, no luck, across the street (maybe it rolled down the driveway)... nothing. So I head to the neighbors house, which is suddenly attached to my grandparents (but not in real-life). I look in the garge window and see an old 50's style station wagon under a platform. On top of the platform is a truck.. MY TRUCK! So I run into the garage and check it out. Several body panels have been painted, but it's my truck allright.

Suddenly the homeowner shows up and is very friendly. He mentions that I seem to like the truck and offers to lower it down. So he lowers the platform (mysteriously the 50's station wagon has dissappeared) and the truck is not what it was at the top. It's changed into a Jeep, painted with a tidal wave graphic with "Ghostbusters" written on the side in 70's style font. Seeing that it's not my truck I leave dejected (but happy to have seen something ghostbusters related).

I head back to my grandparents house where he shows me a peice of paper attached to the window by the garage door (another detail not present on my actual grandparents house). I think he's telling me to call the police as the list has all the usual emergency numbers on it (Police, Fire, Ambulance etc.) , plus for some reason, my phone number and e-mail. Not any of my cousins or anything, just mine.

Grandpa then gets into a rant about this new store in town. He points to the West, where in real life all there is to see is prairie, but now there are several box stores, including one that looks suspiciously like a Wal-Mart, but ISN'T. It has some womans name, but I couldn't read which as the store was very far away (say 2-3KM). At this point I begin thinking that maybe my truck was stolen and the police caught the guy (I was in my granparent's town afterall and maybe 100 people total live there). But I get upset because I know all the info on my truck has my home address and phone number on it. At this point the dream loses coherency and I woke up.


So there... more fucked up material from my life. It truly amazes me how I can dream of places I've never been or seen (like the mall in the first dream), or make major changes to places I've been to a million times (like the window in my grandparents garage.)

Philadelphia

Anybody seen that movie? I just saw it for the first time this weekend and WOW. Holy crap what a film.

For those of you who haven't seen it, GO NOW! But I'll give a summary for you. From the IMDB;

"When a man with AIDS is fired by a conservative law firm because of his condition, he hires a homophobic small time lawyer as the only willing advocate for a wrongful dismissal suit."

So you can imagine hilarity ensues right? Wrong. But it does make for an excellent movie. Scenes, like the one where Tom Hanks' character describes an opera that seems to describe his own plight, the court room scene where he is questioned about how he contracted AIDS and the end with Neil Young's "Philadelphia" elicit such strong emotional responses that I'm gonna have to watch this one a few more times.

Just a heads up to everyone.. I think Tom Hanks should get at least a nomination for best ctor at the Osacrs. There's a hint for you Academy!

Feeling - Pissed Off

Yep, but really i'm not gonna bitch, I'm gonna use it and target it to meet a goal.. yep.

Had a fucked up dream last week and I've been meaning to wite it up here, so that I can look back on this Blog in a year or two and go.. "wow what a fucked up dream"

So basically it invloves me justabout going downstairs in my house and seeing that there is massive ice build up in the stairwell, kinda like someone left a hose sunning in the attic, then it froze while leaking down the walls. This concerns me a bit, then suddenly the roof lifts like a foot off the walls and I can see into the walls and roof, like all the 2 x 4's and rafters and stuff. Te wird thing is the walls are STUFFED with clothes, Shawna's mostly... and all I can think of is, "wow that girl has too many fucking clothes." And I go to bed...just slightly concerned that the house MIGHT fall in on my in my sleep. God I get retarded dreams.

But anyway, i have to put in 15-45 mor minutes into something today.... top secret you know!

BYE!

Racisim - And Me

Ok as many may or may not know, February is Black History Month. It's a month I feel that not only recognizes the acheivements and contributions of black people in modern society, but I also feel it encourages a dialogue on racism and race relations.

Now I live in Northern Canada. There are a grand total of 0 black people in my community. Yet, Black history month to me still holds some sway as the ethnic diversity of the community still needs the encouragement of racial relations dialogue.

The cultural division of the GLRA (Greater La Ronge Area) is as follows;
85% - Aboriginal - "Indians... tho acceptable to call them that here, I won't as I want to use that word to describe another group.
10% - Caucasians - "Whitey" ... of which I'm a part.
3% - Others - Including Aisian, Indian (from India) etc.
2% - Newfie - People from Newfoundland. Though White, they are a separate (and hilarious) culture all their own... and are really considered such in Canada.

Now we all get along pretty well. We crack jokes at the expense of each others race ... "You;re too white to dance," "Uh oh a Newfie and an Indian... that thing will never get fixed," but NEVER has a full on racial slur been used in anger or to actually degrade another person. But racism comes up, especially when someone isn't getting what they want.

A few weeks ago whilst working at A&W a man of aboriginal decent came into the store. He reeked of booze and was stumbling around and making a scene. Now I had been in the back working, but a friend of mine from the store next door, incidentally alos of aboriginal decent, came in to tell me about it and ask that I kick the man out. At the end of the conversation he added "oh and Jeremy, by the way, you're a racist."

Well that bugged me because I thought I might have made a joke that Edward took wrong, and I felt like shit, because I never ever wanted to do something that would actually make him feel bad. As I've mentioned, we crack jokes all the time, but we're making fun of RACISM, not RACE. As it turns out, when I went to kick the guy out it was instantly a race issue. The fact that the man could barely stand under his own power was inconsequential (sp?) to the fact that he had brown skin. Edward was just preparing me.


But of course those stories don't happen often, they just sit uncomfortably in your mind becasue they're so dsiturbing. Since moving into this community, I've felt very welcome into the culture that exists here. I've taken it upon myself to learn Cree (Tiniki Shivon!), check out dogsled racing, learned that family and community are of great importance to survival and making some really good friends along the way. Last night I went out to the bar with a group from town that could be considered a "cultural rainbow" (pretty faggy eh?) and I haven't had that much fun in a long time. We had a lot of fun (at my expense I might add) and we all went home satisfied.

And now I'm gonna go screw Edwards wife... he he .

FIRE!



SNOW!



MEAT!



Yep, there was a fire next door yesterday... that's the apartment building next to mine. I sent the photo to my mom with the simple caption "Guess what".. and she dind't even flinch.

Snow... we have lots of it.

I cooked this on the barbecue Monday,...... hot meat... cold air.

Fucking Subway

Can you beleive they were OUT OF BREAD!!!! Yes out of bread... so I got a wrap.... I'm unsatisfied.

Been playing Legend Of Zelda : A Link to the Past for SNES this week. I love that game. I think its a pinnacle in video game design.

I need a stand for my fishtank, but I don't really want some boring IKEA knockoff peice of crap. I might just bite the bullet and try out my carpentry skills. Or maybe hire someone to do it for me.

Well off to get some work done on the SHIMA webpage.

I'm going to Subway for Lunch

So you'll get a full Blogdate (that's like an update in a blog... nifty eh?) then.

Word.

Happy V-Day!

So I watched the Grammy's last night and my boys were denied Album of the Year. Poor Green Day. And the shame of it is, like I've said before American Idiot is such a good album. To quote Honer Simpson, "I haven't gelt this way about a song since Funkytown."

Last night marked the end of my fast food career. As of now, I will never again work in the fast food industry.

So it's Valentines Day. Gonna do some sweet shit for Shawna, just 'casue I can.

Well Ain't that some SHIT!

Well I'm bushed. Had a long day at work and now... I'm home.

One day left at A&W so I'm pumped about that.

Doing some more work on the Pylon. I wish more people interacted with the site. I really do think that people visit, its just that no one interacts with it. Kinda like this place. Hard not to get discouraged... I think some more organization and some promotion and the place will come alive!

I need to find a good car wrecker... I need a new door handle for the Beretta.

I didn't quit

I got transferred... I start at the bakery Monday.

Thank GOD.

I'm tired and sick of saying crap today. I'm gonna go eat kechup chips and watch Star Trek. Yes Star Trek... fuck you.

Is Blogging the answer?

So as I continue to mention relentlessy on this Blog, I've been working on a CD portfolio for my friend Rob. It's gotten me thinking about how I too need to start work on a portfolio. Unfortunately, I'm not too great with ideas for one.

A very recent idea for one involved a "blogfolio" or blog-portfolio. It would be cool because I could update it at my own pace, and it would stay as current as possible, while still offering people the opportunity to see old projects.

On another subject, I'm planning on having a better day today than yesterday. If i don't I'm gonna quit my job.