Young and Foolish Then...
Old and Foolish Now...
trying to clean up my life means trying to clean up all of my digital media. In doing so, I ran across these few pictures that I'd forgotten about... I think they're so shitty b/c they are screen-caps. But they are now where they are supposed to be and, if pictures are where they are supposed to be, they also require a blog entry. So. Here's this. And then some God-awful thing we did... the kind of thing you should do in middle school or, maybe, high school. Probably not what you are supposed to do as a college graduate. *sigh*
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Labels: concerts, filboyd studge, music, Scott
possibilities
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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.
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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.
| Labels: _self, Dostoevsky, filboyd studge, music
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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Labels: Allison, concerts, filboyd studge, music, Scott
hyperactive emo leprechaun
filboyd studge @ the Bucket
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Right. So Scott came into town this past weekend, and we knew what we were gonna do, by God. Get the band together. With Thomas filling in our rotating bass player slot. But then Thomas went to China of all places b/c he hates us. Moo Goo Gai Motherfucker. Or maybe that's Japanese. I don't know. Regardless, Eston said he'd take the job since we were the best band he'd ever heard...
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Scott says my recall is fading... he might be right. I'm pretty sure that Allison and I started everything off... we played Aeroplane Over the Sea again for Scott and Raven. We really wanted to do it like Dustin, but we're not quite good enough. But it was still quite serviceable since Allison is such a good singstress. I bet there are pictures somewhere, but I don't have any... then Eston did his solo intro stuff to, you know, butter-up the crowd. The opener has to suck so that the headliner sounds awesomer. (Yes, open mic night can have a headliner... even if they play in the middle.)
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I can only imagine that Eston and Sarah are missing from this incredibly cute shouldabeenatriology set o' photos b/c Bryan doesn't know Sarah. Which is too bad.
But so it goes.
<---- me & Allison
Scott and Raven ---->
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But anyway... there weren't actually many photos on my camera of things that actually happened during the concert, and I don't feel like screen-cap'ing the video. So this is pretty much all I've got as far as still images go. I had to lighten them in Photoshop, but I like the red tint that was naturally there...
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heh... And Raven praying at the altar of studge.
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I'm feeling narcissistic today... I'm pretty sure these photos mean that I done good.
Plus, it's almost like I'm smiling.
And I really like that first one. For obvious reasons. It so totally makes it look like I'm not even anywhere close to going bald.
Allison says I look like a child molester.
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This here is the closest thing I have to a picture with everyone in it... You can barely see Sarah over Brian's left shoulder... Allison's hitting on Eston behind Scott and Brian, and Raven's trying to avoid the whole thing by keeping her eyes closed. I guess she's kind of like an ostrich that way.
I guess I'm not in this picture... nor is Judith... nor is Bryan... I don't think I knew anyone else that was there tho. Except, of course, for Christy the lovely bartender.
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Scott trying to look all academic after the show...
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And then hanging with a friend who is unknown to me. I think this dude's name was Matt...?
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And then there's this Raven girl. She lives in New York. On the morning of the show, she was in New York. On the afternoon of the show, she was in New York. An hour before the show, she was in North Carolina. Rad? Yes. That's pretty freakin' rad. I'm pretty sure this photo says, "Holy fuck, I am so freakin' happy to be at Jeff's Bucket Shop right now!"
And I reckon that's Sarah and Eston there in the background again.
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And this is Allison and Raven acting happy after the show even tho the only thing either of them really wants is for filboyd studge to never stop playing ever.
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And I suppose that just leaves us with the last few obligatory band photos...
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Well... and then, of course, the video of the whole thing that Bryan cooked up for us...
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Labels: Allison, bryan, Eston, filboyd studge, Raven, Sarah, Scott
sap
This annoys me. I had wanted to make something much more personal and transparent. But I can't sing. And what I could do just didn't match with anything. And the words sucked... there was only an idea. And then the guitar thing didn't work at all, so I just stuck at the very end. And read that stupid poem over top what I had. I wonder what it's like to be good at this shit.
Oh. I also am pretty sure that each piece of this should be taken out and worked with separately. Perhaps one of my more musically inclined friends can do something about that.
sapLabels: filboyd studge, music
here's a thing that I may have posted before when I was working on it alone... but I don't remember. This is me making it happen (albeit poorly) with two of my best friends. I really feel like playing it again now, but such is not possible.
Labels: filboyd studge, music, Scott, Thomas
hilarious.
I'd like to say I've had this idea in my head and that it's been trying to get out or some other artsy bullshit. The truth, however, is just that I tried really hard to make myself try to think/feel of something so that I could try to do this. I imagine myself making the same face that I make when I'm trying to take a shit and the shit is just a little too big for my asshole, so it kind of hurts but feels really good... and, when you're done, you're still just left with a piece of shit in a bowl. At the moment, this piece is still kind of dangling... half in the water and just waiting to fall. I have to be really careful when taking these auditory dumps b/c the lady who lives next to me has super hearing and bangs on the wall every time she hears the splash.
hmmm... redeeming qualities of this post... there's got to be something....
oh! That's a Modest Mouse poster over top of the computer. I feel bad for subjecting it to such torture... There's a Pearl Jam concert poster on the other wall tho, so I'm not being biased as to which bands get tortured. That issue of Time or whatever it was with Eddie on the cover when he got all pissed off is hanging in that room too. I'm such a fucking dweeb.
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Download the floating log in the bowl
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The Creative Process going horribly horribly wrong...
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Labels: filboyd studge, music
Right, so we didn't play in Raleigh. Sucks, but whatever.
Except for the lack of equipment that WORKS, I reckon we had a pretty fun time with our own beer and audience of two. And bananas flambe. Mm. And crappy North Carolina-legal fireworks. And a new grill. Which is cool.
I don't suppose we ever really finished one song... mostly b/c I was lazy. And couldn't remember the words I originally had. Because I was also lazy in the past. And didn't write them down. I still liked the way it sounded. Especially thanks to the cool bass intro. And me finally understanding what everyone else was saying about timing. You know. 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + It starts on 3.
And I really like the other new song. Which was called Flavored Wine. Which had a neat vocal melody. And words. And idea. Not that you could tell by listening last night. I reckon that mostly started with a low end minimalistic power chord dumb ass progression, which eventually had more notes added and then another sweet bassline stuck underneath. Yeah. This (and the new-ish "Unbalance") was the main thing I wanted to play in front of other people.
mp3's soon... maybe... on the other site.
maybe.
HeroesCon is soon.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I got my list completed.
Would like to finish:
Silver Surfer vol. 3 (need TWO issues)
Wolverine vol. 1 (need FOUR issues... and, wtf, issue 146... damn)
And punch some holes in:
Supernatural Thrillers (mostly, I want a NM #2)
Swamp Thing vol. 1 (2-7, hopefully)
Tomb of Dracula (20-23)
Man-Thing vol.1 (2-4)
Iron Man vol. 1 (7-10, NM #55)
Werewolf by Night (a NM #1)
Nick Fury vol. 1 ( 2, 3)
wow. If I accomplish all of that, I will be extremely happy.
and broke.
Now isn't that exciting?
oh yeah. White Stripes on Tuesday. Foo Fighters 2 weeks thereafter. Cool. Labels: Comic Books, filboyd studge
been a while...
lots of stuff has happened I reckon.
Most importantely, I saw Constantine.
Keanu Reeves sucks.
I was, mostly, interested in the story and everything, but I hate watching that guy "act." I didn't like the girl either. Or the text at the beginning of the movie.
Does anybody read this crap anymore?
www.filboydstudge.com is something I made recently. It's pretty terrible but I figure this entire band thing is just an experiment to see how far a few random dudes can get while just doing something fun for themselves. My hypothesis is "not very." Labels: filboyd studge
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