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.
Ocala:
Gainesville:
Daytona:
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
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...
Friday, February 18, 2011
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"....
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"....
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Hello tonight!
Well... what can I say... I emphasize, PLEASE, skip this post, its just me being a total boob. I'll updated with something better in the next week, perhaps. That said;
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
My computer totally shit out on me a month or so ago. I had to buy a bunch of new stuff. Installed a new hard drive in my macbook pro. The sadness; Lost a good bit of important, awesomeness tracks for the blues project album... sadly running behind schedule for that project. Thats ok, it'll be worth the wait... At any rate. I haven't been able to fuck with my mac for awhile, but I've been focusing my attention in other areas. My analog journal for one. Spray paint for another. I spent a few weeks working on "Spray paint art". That was fun. It's all a bunch of generic looking shit though, so I haven't been doing that still, but perhaps I'll throw a few of the better ones I made up on the blog in the next few weeks. I just moved and my camera and other important shit is still boxed up. Curse words are the bastion of inarticulate shit-heads. hardy har har.
What else?... oh, right... i have been pondering over and over the cursed subject of dialogue for ages.... it has prohibited me from making my next animation time and time again. I finally have thought, [more or less] "what the fuck do I need dialogue for? I'ma narrate practically this whole mother fucker, and use dialogue very sparingly"... Anyways, i'm revising my second draft of my newest script... maybe i'll actually follow through with it this time, instead of giving up on the idea because it was probably retarded, like last time. The ideas always work out pretty good in my head... but the more i commit to paper, the stupider it seems re-reading it.... It never translates right. Ho Hum. I almost have to follow up with this new idea though, cause if I don't... then what the hell has this all been building towards?
I wonder now if I'll delete this post tomorrow when I re-read it... Perhaps... Normally this kind of drunken candid talk repulses me the next day when I re-read it. My vocabulary leaves something to be desired... poop, farts, and other childish exclamations! I think I have to get over that though, cause if i can't ever commit something to paper without ripping it up afterwards... then what the hell is the point of all this nonsense? For better or worse, i've gotta come to terms with myself and accept it. I'm a bit drunk on this late friday night, so my apologies for the nature and the aesthetic of this post, words like retarded aren't cool to sling around lightly I suppose. For what it's worth though, i think i most certainly must be some kind of "special", if you know what I mean, [and i know, that you know, that I mean, i think i'm retarded hahaha!]
Hey while I'm on the subject of just filling my blog up with a long retarded post, whats up with this drakearnold blog? hahaha, Am I so in love with my ego that I want to blog about myself, thats absurd, how stupid, hahaha! I should blog about something else more important probably... For gods sake, even a critical comparison of common house hold dish detergents would be more informative... No, but seriously though... maybe I do this because thats what they told me to do in college? hahaha, "try to market myself"... i think that merits it's own paragraph.
Hot damn i like making things. I don't care if its legos or cinderblocks, crayons or oil colors. yarn or rope, i don't know, insert another weak ass analogy or metaphor or whatever here... The point is, Thats just it. I love to do whatever holds my attention for just long enough for me to get mediocre at it, then drop it and move on to something else. Then i weave all these shitty half talents together in a gnarly way to make my animations and what not. When they are finished, i dedicate them to my website, their permanent home, and ultimately their grave. Cause honestly, once i've put my stuff on my website, thats about the extent of it. I might update my blog, or put a link on my facebook, once, the same day, but thats it. I don't give a rats balls about marketing my shit. Business and salesmanship and the competitive nature of the art industry leaves me baffled. I've always loved art because at its core, its how anyone chooses to express themselves through any means they see fit. If only i knew then, how perverted and dirty the world of art would become to me. Even now i see this post as being a source of alienation from potential jobs i might apply to and etc. but at the same time, i have basically ceased to give a fuck, as i've probably plastered about two or three hundred of my resumes around town and hardly ever get a call back... Also stuff like Minimum Wage doesn't help I'm sure... The only people who probably actually read this dumb ass rubbish is my parents anyways so who cares right, hahaha! ... let me start again;
I am searching for a soulmate... quite a few actually. first up;
1] Business man- Take 90% of income from my work in exchange for some how converting anything i make in to money, or exposing people to my art or your genitals or whatever... I'll never make it in the "real" world, cause damnit, i just don't care and don't want to try to push my shit on people like some cheap butthole... man... have some dignity... i already do way more of this than i feel comfortable with... why the hell do I have business cards, i don't do business! [ I guess i know why, but its a boring story]
2] Code Master- Cause trivial website work is boring as hell and interactive shit is great! Calling all masters of insane, dark, arcane magic, computer math languages. I hate action script, so won't you help?
3] Writer/Editer- Flesh out my ideas into believable dialogue... my shit is so crumby it needs to quadruple revised...
4] Audio Engineer- I'm bad at being a mix master... All my shit sounds muddy and fuzzy... MUZZY!
5] Twelve adopted Korean children- Animation laboratory dungeon thingy... Mass production, assembly line art factory doo-dad... Animation takes a really long damn time by yourself man!
In other words, i'm bad at everything, and can't do anything, hahaha! No but one more time, I need a new paragraph...
All that is fine and dandy I guess, but ideally, i think i'd love to collaborate. I wish I could just come together in a group of like minded people and try to all let our powers combine to do some captain planet shit... or rather, do some captain, make this planet suck less shit... What will it be in the end I wonder? Its only a matter of time I assume until all the right elements are together at the right time and place. Damnit man, if you shifty, faceless future step uncles of mine are out there... then speak up and be heard! I assume its all the people I already know and love. I hope it is them... When they rise up to do great things, i hope I can be there to aid and abed them. Working with other people damn it. What better thing could anyone hope to achieve. Working towards a common, mutual goal, as opposed to working towards ones own personal ambitions... Holy crap! I thought when I wrote five or six pages in my journal earlier i had satiated my urge to blubber on eternally but lo and behold... I've become a very shallow, self centered jerk... when did that happen I wonder? Good night, the longest, eternally boring post... I hope i have the self control tomorrow not to edit, delete, or correct this nightmare post in any way. I'll just bury it under more recent post in the next few weeks I hope.
Drunkenly belligerent,
Hampster Egret Jr.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
My computer totally shit out on me a month or so ago. I had to buy a bunch of new stuff. Installed a new hard drive in my macbook pro. The sadness; Lost a good bit of important, awesomeness tracks for the blues project album... sadly running behind schedule for that project. Thats ok, it'll be worth the wait... At any rate. I haven't been able to fuck with my mac for awhile, but I've been focusing my attention in other areas. My analog journal for one. Spray paint for another. I spent a few weeks working on "Spray paint art". That was fun. It's all a bunch of generic looking shit though, so I haven't been doing that still, but perhaps I'll throw a few of the better ones I made up on the blog in the next few weeks. I just moved and my camera and other important shit is still boxed up. Curse words are the bastion of inarticulate shit-heads. hardy har har.
What else?... oh, right... i have been pondering over and over the cursed subject of dialogue for ages.... it has prohibited me from making my next animation time and time again. I finally have thought, [more or less] "what the fuck do I need dialogue for? I'ma narrate practically this whole mother fucker, and use dialogue very sparingly"... Anyways, i'm revising my second draft of my newest script... maybe i'll actually follow through with it this time, instead of giving up on the idea because it was probably retarded, like last time. The ideas always work out pretty good in my head... but the more i commit to paper, the stupider it seems re-reading it.... It never translates right. Ho Hum. I almost have to follow up with this new idea though, cause if I don't... then what the hell has this all been building towards?
I wonder now if I'll delete this post tomorrow when I re-read it... Perhaps... Normally this kind of drunken candid talk repulses me the next day when I re-read it. My vocabulary leaves something to be desired... poop, farts, and other childish exclamations! I think I have to get over that though, cause if i can't ever commit something to paper without ripping it up afterwards... then what the hell is the point of all this nonsense? For better or worse, i've gotta come to terms with myself and accept it. I'm a bit drunk on this late friday night, so my apologies for the nature and the aesthetic of this post, words like retarded aren't cool to sling around lightly I suppose. For what it's worth though, i think i most certainly must be some kind of "special", if you know what I mean, [and i know, that you know, that I mean, i think i'm retarded hahaha!]
Hey while I'm on the subject of just filling my blog up with a long retarded post, whats up with this drakearnold blog? hahaha, Am I so in love with my ego that I want to blog about myself, thats absurd, how stupid, hahaha! I should blog about something else more important probably... For gods sake, even a critical comparison of common house hold dish detergents would be more informative... No, but seriously though... maybe I do this because thats what they told me to do in college? hahaha, "try to market myself"... i think that merits it's own paragraph.
Hot damn i like making things. I don't care if its legos or cinderblocks, crayons or oil colors. yarn or rope, i don't know, insert another weak ass analogy or metaphor or whatever here... The point is, Thats just it. I love to do whatever holds my attention for just long enough for me to get mediocre at it, then drop it and move on to something else. Then i weave all these shitty half talents together in a gnarly way to make my animations and what not. When they are finished, i dedicate them to my website, their permanent home, and ultimately their grave. Cause honestly, once i've put my stuff on my website, thats about the extent of it. I might update my blog, or put a link on my facebook, once, the same day, but thats it. I don't give a rats balls about marketing my shit. Business and salesmanship and the competitive nature of the art industry leaves me baffled. I've always loved art because at its core, its how anyone chooses to express themselves through any means they see fit. If only i knew then, how perverted and dirty the world of art would become to me. Even now i see this post as being a source of alienation from potential jobs i might apply to and etc. but at the same time, i have basically ceased to give a fuck, as i've probably plastered about two or three hundred of my resumes around town and hardly ever get a call back... Also stuff like Minimum Wage doesn't help I'm sure... The only people who probably actually read this dumb ass rubbish is my parents anyways so who cares right, hahaha! ... let me start again;
I am searching for a soulmate... quite a few actually. first up;
1] Business man- Take 90% of income from my work in exchange for some how converting anything i make in to money, or exposing people to my art or your genitals or whatever... I'll never make it in the "real" world, cause damnit, i just don't care and don't want to try to push my shit on people like some cheap butthole... man... have some dignity... i already do way more of this than i feel comfortable with... why the hell do I have business cards, i don't do business! [ I guess i know why, but its a boring story]
2] Code Master- Cause trivial website work is boring as hell and interactive shit is great! Calling all masters of insane, dark, arcane magic, computer math languages. I hate action script, so won't you help?
3] Writer/Editer- Flesh out my ideas into believable dialogue... my shit is so crumby it needs to quadruple revised...
4] Audio Engineer- I'm bad at being a mix master... All my shit sounds muddy and fuzzy... MUZZY!
5] Twelve adopted Korean children- Animation laboratory dungeon thingy... Mass production, assembly line art factory doo-dad... Animation takes a really long damn time by yourself man!
In other words, i'm bad at everything, and can't do anything, hahaha! No but one more time, I need a new paragraph...
All that is fine and dandy I guess, but ideally, i think i'd love to collaborate. I wish I could just come together in a group of like minded people and try to all let our powers combine to do some captain planet shit... or rather, do some captain, make this planet suck less shit... What will it be in the end I wonder? Its only a matter of time I assume until all the right elements are together at the right time and place. Damnit man, if you shifty, faceless future step uncles of mine are out there... then speak up and be heard! I assume its all the people I already know and love. I hope it is them... When they rise up to do great things, i hope I can be there to aid and abed them. Working with other people damn it. What better thing could anyone hope to achieve. Working towards a common, mutual goal, as opposed to working towards ones own personal ambitions... Holy crap! I thought when I wrote five or six pages in my journal earlier i had satiated my urge to blubber on eternally but lo and behold... I've become a very shallow, self centered jerk... when did that happen I wonder? Good night, the longest, eternally boring post... I hope i have the self control tomorrow not to edit, delete, or correct this nightmare post in any way. I'll just bury it under more recent post in the next few weeks I hope.
Drunkenly belligerent,
Hampster Egret Jr.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Blues Project: Acoustic Previews...
These videos are acoustic versions of some of the songs I've been recording with my esteemed colleague, Michael Dunston, for our forth coming album of blues covers. We don't have a name for ourselves or the album yet [because we don't care about thinking of names as much as we care about playing music], but the album should be out in the next few month; early 2011.
"Big Fat Squid" - As seen on "Brak presents 'the Brak show' starring Brak"
"I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" - Hank Williams
"Built for Comfort" - Howlin' Wolf
"Stormy Weather" - Harold Arlen & Leo Reisman's Orchestra
Friday, November 26, 2010
Sultry Sultan
Sometimes I see published images that are just a few quick pen strokes from being truly completed... While flipping through a coloring book at work a few months ago I came across one such image. The look of sheer ecstasy and rapture on sultans face says it all.
Its terribly low quality, as I took this picture with my computers web cam, but I think you can still get the gist alright.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Blues Project
A few months ago, I got this great notion, to get the blues... I started finding old ass blues standards I liked and recording them. I got my close friend Michael Dunston involved, as he is the king of sultry guitaring and an audio engineer of great talent. Since then, the two of us have got about seven or eight songs at or near completion. In another few months, we will have a whole album worth of blues material. This post is pointless, as at this point, I am not yet ready to speak at lengths about the material on the album... I am excited however, and couldn't contain my enthusiasm much longer. In summation, look forward to having your sphincter blown out at the sonic gravity of our heavy hearted blues...
Friday, November 5, 2010
Painting...
This is a painting I did a few months ago... It was at the University of Tampa for the last few months, as it was in the UT Alumni art show, and then I didn't bother to go back and pick it up from the school for another month or two. But now it's home again, so perhaps I'll get around to finishing it. Originally I had intended there to be at least twice as many of the blue figures pulling on the yellow persons strings... Maybe I'll get around to adding some more...
Get What You Give
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
No Parking:
I fractured my clavicle a couple of days ago, and as such, have been eating a good bit of pain killers. A thought crossed my mind today and I found it to be so hilarious, in my drug induced euphoria, I spent about ten minutes making it in photoshop...
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