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Thursday, April 24, 2008

possibilities

Although I haven't read Fyodor in a while, he still manages to work his way into the things I try to do. Not that it was a complete surprise or anything. I definitely became aware of it as soon as this "crime" idea came up, and I became some kind of amalgamation of Raskolnikov and Dmitri. (Crime & Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov, respectively) And then I totally lifted the "wax pathetically" line straight out of Notes From Underground. (at least I'm 90% sure it was that one. Definitely Dostoevsky again tho) Which isn't to say this is about Russians. I also stole "I'm already dead" from deadboy and the Elephantmen and "Love will tear us apart" from... well... you know. But that's also not to say that this is all about other people either.
Allison made me think about some pretty difficult stuff the other day. Stuff that, I suppose, I couldn't really wrap my head around. So now there's this. I'd already ripped off the drum idea from Jew(s) and Catholic(s), and I'm pretty sure the little guitar thing was stolen from somewhere too. Or maybe it's just one of things that everyone with minimal guitar skills plays. The song structure was stolen from just about everything that Scott and I have ever done. Or at least just about everything that I've ever done. And the vocal melody was an attempt to copy what Chris Randall (of Sister Machine Gun) did on the "Rock Radio Mix" of L.A. Style's "James Brown Is Dead."
And I think that's all I tried to steal.
"I'd rather be a killer than a victim of circumstance."

After I fenced all of the stolen goods, this exercise in possibilities was the result: Thieves and Murderers

Oh... And it turns out that "languidity" isn't a word. But it should be.

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Saturday, April 5, 2008

new songs...

Couple of things...
Went to see Silent Weapons play at "Charlotte's Underground" tonight. Some place that used to be, obviously once you're inside, a strip club. It was huge, and the stage was enormous, and the sound was really good, but it was one of the crappiest places I've been for a show. The door guy totally grabbed my ass and gave me a pseudo-wedgie. The bar is cash only. They only let you get one drink at a time. I ordered a "Guiness Draft" (as advertised above the bar) and received a Guiness from a can poured into a glass. Eliza used the plastic gun that she always uses, and some dude pulled her off-stage immediately after the show to bitch and moan about how they could send her to jail for having the gun or something. Got a 6 oz vodka & red bull... six dollars. Ugh. It had potential, but ended up just sucking. Definitely don't plan to ever go back there again. Just brutal.

Aside from that... Scott was here last week, and we managed to cobble together a few songs. The first song is, as I understand it, a sort of love song to Raven...
The second song is, as I understand it, nothing.

I was working on something else last night and today. Allison came over later and agreed to sing someting on it. We came up with this. Also, after Eston told me to fix the vocals, I played with the production on this "song" I did a long time ago.

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