Lose Your Faith In Everything!

I just re-watched some old Lyfe concert footage. Hot Damn it makes me feel nostalgic. To be so young and filled with anger...    ::sigh::   Ah well, it's nice to be an old fart and filled with apathy too, I guess. I do miss playing the drums so much though, I think I'm starting to get rusty. Anyway, If anyone felt so inclined, all of our albums are available to download as free mp3's on my website. From our first album when we were fourteen, till the very end a few years ago.


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Daytona:

It's like a circus.... of shitty music (#1)

That was my favorite quote after watching this... 

I felt confident as I recorded this video, that it would remain dormant, like so many other files, hidden away in my computer forever... Forty minutes later after watching it in it's entirety, I realize how little I actually care...  Sure it's kind of sad/pathetic/embarrassing at times, but that's kind of who I am...  its just forty minutes of me being a boring, dickless freak. So without further adieu, I present to you: Me practicing guitar in front of my webcam, or, drinkin' and stinkin'; an average saturday night with drake, or, I do weird things when I have too much alone time, or a circus of shitty music, volume # 1...

I noticed I'm having a bit of trouble loading the video in my blog. I'll try to fix that soon, but in the mean time, here's a direct link:
It's Like a Circus... of Shitty Music!

That being said, lets talk about some of this shit sandwich for a minute...

• Swing/Straight --- It's fine to switch between the two for dramatic emphasis or something like that, but it was a lot more like I just got bored while playing a song and was switching back and forth all willy-nilly!
• Tempo Changes --- Mariners Revenge song is a perfect example, I played the entire song poorly, but I still wanted to finish it, so I just started speeding up the song in parts so I could get through that awful mess faster... If you're speeding up a song cause it sucks and you just want to finish it... thats a bad sign!
• Cover Songs --- I love going out and seeing live music... Unless it's some sad sap, sucking the soul out of your favorite songs... Write some original music, you damn fool! Don't you have anything you want to say? Can't you use the limited brain functionality you've managed to retain for long enough to bare your own soul?
• Blemishes --- I guess I'm okay with it all though...  I have been thinking, "I always record a song ten times in a row until I can get it 'perfect' and in the process, lose all the spirit of the song"... Play every note exactly when and where it needs to be, and you too, can be a perfect, soulless, music-playing robot! Who cares? When I listen to music, I enjoy all the little blemishes, thats what makes it so damn cool. 

You know, on a side note, thats why I weep like a baby every time I watch "the Devil and Daniel Johnston"...  I empathize with that guy so much. He isn't all that good at drawing or making music but he still tries his heart out. [Actually I think his stuff is great, but thats besides the point, I like it so much because I think it's terrible].

I can identify with his plight. Everything I make is awful, but against my better judgement, the 'bad chemicals' in my brain tell me "You're probably going to die tomorrow anyway, so just go for it man"... and so I do...  and so here we are...

and so on and so forth,

and so it goes,

etc...

An epiphany always seems obvious in retrospect...

No wonder there are so many cliche catch phrases.



Yeah,

I can drink until I lose consciousness again...

But I'm still going to have to wake up tomorrow....

and the next day....

and the next day....

and the next day....

Ad infinitum...




Usually.

Until you die...




Yeah,   ....It's mother fucking ground hog's day, so "put you're little hand in mine"....

Tonight, You belong to me...

I just learned this song over the course of the last few hours... I probably should have moved the capo down a few frets, a bit high for my range, hardy har har... God, or the great cosmic math equation, or whomever, bless my friend Dominic Santoro's heart. Julia and him were singing this together the other night along with Steve Martin's "The Jerk" and it gave me the chills.