12.08.2014
5.12.2014
2.27.2014
Bar Scene
It's amateur hour in a hidden cove
the sound of quarters hitting the table, intense and off-beat
With lush velvet seats the players nestle in
while clanging of glasses chime through the air
The notes played by melted crystals are subtle and sweet
and the bitterness of ginger fills the throat
The dim lights absorb into the red
with the fine oak tables, supporting the fray
Leather and fur engulf the patrons
in the cold hours of late winter
Lavender and honeysuckle garnish granite tiles
while fountains hydrate thirsty animals
Copper has a dull luster that stirs refined minds
and conversations saunter about
A loan word etched into bathroom wall
the only imperfection noticed
with gaussian blur
Brassy notes play with a sheen
complimented with the mixture of warm
wood vibrations
Clanks of the piano board sing
melodies between the ears
I sit at rest on a stool
drinking my friday night
with a fool
that is myself.
the sound of quarters hitting the table, intense and off-beat
With lush velvet seats the players nestle in
while clanging of glasses chime through the air
The notes played by melted crystals are subtle and sweet
and the bitterness of ginger fills the throat
The dim lights absorb into the red
with the fine oak tables, supporting the fray
Leather and fur engulf the patrons
in the cold hours of late winter
Lavender and honeysuckle garnish granite tiles
while fountains hydrate thirsty animals
Copper has a dull luster that stirs refined minds
and conversations saunter about
A loan word etched into bathroom wall
the only imperfection noticed
with gaussian blur
Brassy notes play with a sheen
complimented with the mixture of warm
wood vibrations
Clanks of the piano board sing
melodies between the ears
I sit at rest on a stool
drinking my friday night
with a fool
that is myself.
2.21.2014
Beastume (resume for the future)
There are times when I really do have things to talk about. You know, about my super exciting life and all...which is only exciting if you are one of those people who jump for joy when Dunkin Donuts didn't squeeze an entire cow into your coffee.
In terms of endearing mundane experiences in food services: It is painful that people get upset when something is off from their general expectations.
A good menu generally has a collective of adjectives some Johnny-pencil-pusher aligned in Adobe inDesign or like software because Microsoft Word is for your weak. All of you who put "proficient in Word" in your list of skills is like saying, "I can breathe, and poop at the same time".
And yes, I intended that to be an outdoor toilet.
After watching various videos of CES 2014 (If you don't know what that is, it's an electronic showroom for innovative and futuristic technologies) tomorrows technology has been harkening to a different drum. One that rapidly evolves and grows with traditions are built upon sand castles.
Let's tip-toe to the past when we had to learn cursive. All those damn cursive exercises cramping your poor undeveloped muscles and made writing a pain in the ass. They all looked similar, or didn't make sense at all. Only time you saw cursive in use was your teachers pseudo cursive comments like GREAT! or AWESOME! on your school papers. I was lucky to relive this pain my junior year of college when I was studying Japanese. ひらがな カタカナ 難しい. Under the dictatorship of the strictest 101 class I've ever had, stroke order hash that, flick this, dot there, cross here repeatrepeatrepeat I realized Kanji blew cursive out of the water in terms of complexity.
If we fast forward to today, what we were exposed in grade school seems pale in comparison to the abundance of technological advancements. I remember when texting was first introduced to the masses. I sent 6 texts on my first phone. They cost me 50 cents each. Now my phone can take videos of my dog's swag and has more abilities than my Windows 95. I still miss the good old AIM though. That running yellow man connected friends you wouldn't normally call.
Was that running man the start of isolation though? In High School people used to get asked out via text, broken up with a text, and had blood from their hearts splattered on the send button. As generations of kids start to grow into awareness they plant their faces on smart phone screens. Social media governs who is popular or not. People are so immersed in the digital world that it has adapted into our lives with online dating, porn, shopping, and awesome blogs like this one.
But is it too much? Is it taking away form "human" interaction and experience? Are we too reliant? Is some Terminator-Matrix shit about to go down? Or is it just part of evolution?
Where do you stand?
In terms of endearing mundane experiences in food services: It is painful that people get upset when something is off from their general expectations.
A good menu generally has a collective of adjectives some Johnny-pencil-pusher aligned in Adobe inDesign or like software because Microsoft Word is for your weak. All of you who put "proficient in Word" in your list of skills is like saying, "I can breathe, and poop at the same time".
After watching various videos of CES 2014 (If you don't know what that is, it's an electronic showroom for innovative and futuristic technologies) tomorrows technology has been harkening to a different drum. One that rapidly evolves and grows with traditions are built upon sand castles.
Let's tip-toe to the past when we had to learn cursive. All those damn cursive exercises cramping your poor undeveloped muscles and made writing a pain in the ass. They all looked similar, or didn't make sense at all. Only time you saw cursive in use was your teachers pseudo cursive comments like GREAT! or AWESOME! on your school papers. I was lucky to relive this pain my junior year of college when I was studying Japanese. ひらがな カタカナ 難しい. Under the dictatorship of the strictest 101 class I've ever had, stroke order hash that, flick this, dot there, cross here repeatrepeatrepeat I realized Kanji blew cursive out of the water in terms of complexity.
If we fast forward to today, what we were exposed in grade school seems pale in comparison to the abundance of technological advancements. I remember when texting was first introduced to the masses. I sent 6 texts on my first phone. They cost me 50 cents each. Now my phone can take videos of my dog's swag and has more abilities than my Windows 95. I still miss the good old AIM though. That running yellow man connected friends you wouldn't normally call.
Was that running man the start of isolation though? In High School people used to get asked out via text, broken up with a text, and had blood from their hearts splattered on the send button. As generations of kids start to grow into awareness they plant their faces on smart phone screens. Social media governs who is popular or not. People are so immersed in the digital world that it has adapted into our lives with online dating, porn, shopping, and awesome blogs like this one.
But is it too much? Is it taking away form "human" interaction and experience? Are we too reliant? Is some Terminator-Matrix shit about to go down? Or is it just part of evolution?
Where do you stand?
1.13.2014
Big Spender
When you think of big spenders, the thought of high rollers, fame, lights, all encompassing power comes into mind. The common cliches of imported cigars, private parties, and bottles of sparkle that cost as much as 4 months rent. This term is generally a term reserved for people who have the ability to throw away money like it's a greasy hamburger bag, but it seems the thought has trickled down to the majority of less privileged people.
Spending money seems to be directly related to the feeling of power. Saying "I want this" and receiving it as instant gratification. It seems more often or not, people (including myself) will spend money they ought to be saving for something that is not 100% necessary. We all have our own reasons though. There is a certain impulse with me that cannot say "no" to buying music related equipment —everything from effects to the cables that join them. Did my system work before? Yes, but I felt there was something lacking...maybe an actually studio? And some fundamental record technology studying.
However, I cannot afford studio time....or a Mac super-station to record my passion. So, I settle for little "band-aids" and thus I end up having the most unusual recording set-up. It... slowly evolves as I grow. Which is kind of unique to myself. And I love that. I dress my sound like I dress myself in the morning.
However, having fancy gold plated conductors and precision analogue to digital converters won't make me a better musician....or person. I am very aware of this. What will make me a better musician is being around other musicians...not recording in my basement for hours on end only to see the sun shine through my 1X2 foot portal into the real world. I need to be in a live music charged ionosphere.
So if these are my priorities, why am I going the wrong way? Annie's is 22 years old and in 2 more she'll be poor.
I remember when I bought the cheapest electric guitar I could find in Japan just so I could write songs and play gigs. Why all of the sudden am I concerned with the quality of my rig rather than going out there and playing some shows?
Oh, that is right. I am stuck in suburbia where there are no shows. The youth culture here is been riddled with boring melodramatic times. People turn to mind-alternating substances in hoping to make suburbia more lively...However that is just a temporary fix. I know all to well that the only thing that will help myself and most people my age still stuck here is to get the fuck out and go to a place that embraces our trends.
So, i think I will lay low with the material i got and make it work for now. Unless Fender comes out with a guitar that can feed and clothe me, I will be freezing my credit cards in a block of ice.
And here is some new music by yours truly —favorite it and share! Thanks!
Spending money seems to be directly related to the feeling of power. Saying "I want this" and receiving it as instant gratification. It seems more often or not, people (including myself) will spend money they ought to be saving for something that is not 100% necessary. We all have our own reasons though. There is a certain impulse with me that cannot say "no" to buying music related equipment —everything from effects to the cables that join them. Did my system work before? Yes, but I felt there was something lacking...maybe an actually studio? And some fundamental record technology studying.
However, I cannot afford studio time....or a Mac super-station to record my passion. So, I settle for little "band-aids" and thus I end up having the most unusual recording set-up. It... slowly evolves as I grow. Which is kind of unique to myself. And I love that. I dress my sound like I dress myself in the morning.
However, having fancy gold plated conductors and precision analogue to digital converters won't make me a better musician....or person. I am very aware of this. What will make me a better musician is being around other musicians...not recording in my basement for hours on end only to see the sun shine through my 1X2 foot portal into the real world. I need to be in a live music charged ionosphere.
So if these are my priorities, why am I going the wrong way? Annie's is 22 years old and in 2 more she'll be poor.
I remember when I bought the cheapest electric guitar I could find in Japan just so I could write songs and play gigs. Why all of the sudden am I concerned with the quality of my rig rather than going out there and playing some shows?
Oh, that is right. I am stuck in suburbia where there are no shows. The youth culture here is been riddled with boring melodramatic times. People turn to mind-alternating substances in hoping to make suburbia more lively...However that is just a temporary fix. I know all to well that the only thing that will help myself and most people my age still stuck here is to get the fuck out and go to a place that embraces our trends.
So, i think I will lay low with the material i got and make it work for now. Unless Fender comes out with a guitar that can feed and clothe me, I will be freezing my credit cards in a block of ice.
And here is some new music by yours truly —favorite it and share! Thanks!
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