Pretty much an amalgamation of everything thats ever influenced me…and if I do say so myself, it also has a little, simple guitar riff about a minute into the song (an instrumental) that is pretty addictive. I called it “Histamine” because I’m on a boatload of meds dealing with that very substance, which has caused me a fair amount of misery the last seven months. But, I think the psychedelic effect of the Rx I’ve been issued has been good for my art. So, the suffering hasn’t been in vain…hope you like it. As far as the utter misery of what I've been dealing with for over half a year...that is the subject of another post. In the meantime, enjoy my little stylistic adventure here...I wrote it to be kind of a smorgasbord of styles that appeal to me, and I thought it gave it something of a trippy, dreamy vibe....
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Hedonism Defined
Gonna go make some banana bread. Try not to marvel at my rock-n-roll lifestyle (after all, jealousy is not becoming).
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Poseurs, eyeglasses, and Tarantino
I realize this is a blog, and I should probably be posting things
from time to time. However, I have been working on a song, and I've been
frustratingly "blocked", and cannot seem to get anywhere with
it...but I've been obsessively plodding away with it anyways...and getting
nowhere. So, I'm going to step away, and waste a little time here.
Let's talk about eye glasses, shall we? In order to illustrate a
point, here's a picture of me from last night out at the movies (saw
Django...here's worlds shortest review: good film. About 30 minutes too
long, though. Christoph Waltz, once again just like Inglorious Basterds,
steals every scene he is in. Not a DiCaprio fan, but he did a nice job
here. If you like QT, go see it):
Ok. So, glasses (heretofore referred to as "eye glasses"). As you can see above, I wear them. Want to know why I wear them? Because I cannot read ANYTHING without them...especially itty, bitty, teeny, weeny, Lilliputian sized texts (i.e. the way I do 99% of my non-physical presence communicating). Let me be clear: glasses suck. You lose them, break them (for reasons I cannot comprehend, they are hellaciously expensive. Apparently mine are made of an unusual form of rarium, hardtofindum, and unobtanium laminated with platinum. At least, based on the price. It would certainly seem as if they've been made with something other than plastic), leave them somewhere around the house and are constantly having to find them in order to read a text, magazine, subtitles in a movie, etc. They can give you sinus pressure, headaches, and despite what popular culture seems to hint at, not really all that sexy. "Ooooh...know what turns me on? Poor eyesight!!!" I can honestly say I've never heard those words. But, because I like to be able to see clearly, I reluctantly wear them. What I DO NOT understand, is the sudden explosion of younger college aged people sporting glasses. The numbers are waaaaaaay too skewed to be an actual representation of the population of people with eyesight issues. This leads us to only two conclusions: 1) not only is the sedentary, high calorie American lifestyle causing obesity and Type II diabetes, it's also, inexplicably, destroying our eyesight. Apparently, there's something in the special sauce on a Big Mac that causes macular degeneration. I think a government study is needed, or 2) there's a TON of 20-somethings who, for reasons that completely escape me, have decided wearing glasses is, ahem, "cool", and are needlessly running around with unnecessary headgear. My thought on the matter? Why stop there? If physical imperfections are so awesome, why not fake a club foot and wear orthopedic shoes, or a hook for a hand, or utilize one of those Stephen Hawking voice synthesizers (ok, that WOULD be kinda cool...)? My point? My point is this: I really don't get why anybody, who DIDN'T HAVE TO , would wear a physically corrective device. Trust me, anybody who HAS TO to wear glasses wishes they DIDN'T HAVE TO (scary eye surgery or even bigger pain in the ass contacts aside), and CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY anybody who DID NOT HAVE TO...WOULD...JUST FOR FUN. It seems...well, STUPID.
Ok. So, glasses (heretofore referred to as "eye glasses"). As you can see above, I wear them. Want to know why I wear them? Because I cannot read ANYTHING without them...especially itty, bitty, teeny, weeny, Lilliputian sized texts (i.e. the way I do 99% of my non-physical presence communicating). Let me be clear: glasses suck. You lose them, break them (for reasons I cannot comprehend, they are hellaciously expensive. Apparently mine are made of an unusual form of rarium, hardtofindum, and unobtanium laminated with platinum. At least, based on the price. It would certainly seem as if they've been made with something other than plastic), leave them somewhere around the house and are constantly having to find them in order to read a text, magazine, subtitles in a movie, etc. They can give you sinus pressure, headaches, and despite what popular culture seems to hint at, not really all that sexy. "Ooooh...know what turns me on? Poor eyesight!!!" I can honestly say I've never heard those words. But, because I like to be able to see clearly, I reluctantly wear them. What I DO NOT understand, is the sudden explosion of younger college aged people sporting glasses. The numbers are waaaaaaay too skewed to be an actual representation of the population of people with eyesight issues. This leads us to only two conclusions: 1) not only is the sedentary, high calorie American lifestyle causing obesity and Type II diabetes, it's also, inexplicably, destroying our eyesight. Apparently, there's something in the special sauce on a Big Mac that causes macular degeneration. I think a government study is needed, or 2) there's a TON of 20-somethings who, for reasons that completely escape me, have decided wearing glasses is, ahem, "cool", and are needlessly running around with unnecessary headgear. My thought on the matter? Why stop there? If physical imperfections are so awesome, why not fake a club foot and wear orthopedic shoes, or a hook for a hand, or utilize one of those Stephen Hawking voice synthesizers (ok, that WOULD be kinda cool...)? My point? My point is this: I really don't get why anybody, who DIDN'T HAVE TO , would wear a physically corrective device. Trust me, anybody who HAS TO to wear glasses wishes they DIDN'T HAVE TO (scary eye surgery or even bigger pain in the ass contacts aside), and CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY anybody who DID NOT HAVE TO...WOULD...JUST FOR FUN. It seems...well, STUPID.
Ok. Rant over. Thanks for indulging me.
Back to the song.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Perfect Male-Female Communication
Perfect Male-Female Communication:
Man: “Let me be Frank.”
Woman: “…and I will be Claire.”
Friday, November 23, 2012
Holiday Tolerance Juice
I've always enjoyed a little Black Bush this time of year.*
*It's Irish whiskey...now get your mind out of the gutter (although I like how you think).
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Beginnings, endings, and other "ings"
Beginnings:
I was a groomsman at a wedding two weeks ago, and a couple (whom I introduced to each other, oddly enough) began their lives together. It was a lovely ceremony, and everything went smoothly. I think. I say "I think", because we (me and the other groomsmen) showed up three hours before the (afternoon) wedding for pictures, etc., and me and my fellow groomsmen immediately started drinking. A lot. Like....A LOT (what can I say? We're a festive and merry bunch). Needless to say, by the time the ceremony rolled around, me and my fellow groomsmen were absolutely piss drunk. The boys and myself all wore our sunglasses during the ceremony because we thought that was funny...and, more importantly, we didn't want the folks to know how shit-faced we were. Funny thing is, I'm sure the fact we were all wearing our sunglasses kind of gave that away (our shit-facedness that is), which completely defeated the purpose. Also, apparently I made a speech during the dinner, and in retrospect, I have no idea what I said. I was told it was heartfelt, tender, genuine and appropriate, you know, me being me, so that's about all you can hope for in situation like that, and I (as far as anybody will tell me) avoided the pitfalls of inappropriate jokes, mentions of groom's ex-girlfriends, and unsolicited opinions on the sanctity of marriage from the perspective of a divorced guy. Furthermore, as the night wore on, nobody slapped me that I can remember, so I'm guessing my behavior wasn't all that scandalous in the end, so for that, let us give thanks. I did get left without a ride home at the end of the evening, which basically meant I kept drinking with the help long after everybody left. Yes, I did finally manage to finagle a ride home, and the evening finally ended without major incident. HOWEVER...
...I woke up with a world class hangover, and all of my text message history had been erased. I have no idea what that means. So, if any of you know me, and you received some truly bizarre early morning text that night, well, apologies, as I have no idea what happened text-wise for about an eight hour period. Upon reflection, I AM beginning to think it is probably a good idea that if you plan on having a cocktail or two or fifteen, it's a good idea to hand over your phone to a sober driver (phoner?), just in case. Nobody needs to drunk text for any reason, no matter how great an idea it might seem at the (chemically impaired) time. Trust me on this one. Also, when I woke up later that morning, it looked like a Smurf puked in my sink, and this caused me some concern. After pondering this mystery for a few seconds, I realized there were blue cupcakes served at the reception the evening prior, and that cleared things up nicely, as the correlation suddenly became obvious, Sherlock that I am.
Me and the boys getting the afternoon started properly:
Endings:
Single again. What can I say? I have about as much success in relationships as an alcoholic does in guarding a liquor cabinet. And, let's be honest, in a situation like that, you really cannot blame the liquor cabinet can you? That's the best analogy I can come up with at the moment, but it seems oddly appropriate, and it is safe to say I may want to take a little time out and reflect on a few things...and cease blaming the liquor cabinet.
"ings":
As in freez-ing. Went to Reno, Nevada, to see my Fresno State Bulldogs take on the University of Nevada-Reno in a football game with conference championship implications. I also took my two daughters with me. We had a nice time, and took the scenic route back to California to see Lake Tahoe. A good time was had by all. However, as exciting as the game was (Fresno State won), we froze our (collective) asses off during the game. Here's the temp towards the end of the game:
And although we were appropriately attired...:
...it was still DAMN COLD. Like, I lost the feeling in my toes, and my nose ran like the French from the Germans (ha! Sorry Francophiles...but that was too easy). Oddly enough, a strange thing happened though...my girls, who are always complaining about being cold, actually enjoyed themselves and had fun. Yes, actual fun, and are coming with me to the regular season ending game two weeks from now. You just never know how something is going to go over with a couple of women, and sometimes they leave you pleasantly surprised (I am also guessing the fact that they got to stay in a fancy casino hotel and were taken out to breakfast/lunch/dinner all weekend also helped their disposition...but still, props to the kiddos).
Alrighty, not the best blog I've ever written, and I'm not going to edit it for quality of content, syntax, spelling, etc., because I am sleepy and really kind of don't care (to be honest), but it is a little something to tide me over until I can get sufficiently irate enough about something to want to purge it here via the written word, or, if I ever finish my latest song idea and ever get it recorded so I can share it, um, here. In the meantime, I bid you known and unknown strangers alike...adieu.
I was a groomsman at a wedding two weeks ago, and a couple (whom I introduced to each other, oddly enough) began their lives together. It was a lovely ceremony, and everything went smoothly. I think. I say "I think", because we (me and the other groomsmen) showed up three hours before the (afternoon) wedding for pictures, etc., and me and my fellow groomsmen immediately started drinking. A lot. Like....A LOT (what can I say? We're a festive and merry bunch). Needless to say, by the time the ceremony rolled around, me and my fellow groomsmen were absolutely piss drunk. The boys and myself all wore our sunglasses during the ceremony because we thought that was funny...and, more importantly, we didn't want the folks to know how shit-faced we were. Funny thing is, I'm sure the fact we were all wearing our sunglasses kind of gave that away (our shit-facedness that is), which completely defeated the purpose. Also, apparently I made a speech during the dinner, and in retrospect, I have no idea what I said. I was told it was heartfelt, tender, genuine and appropriate, you know, me being me, so that's about all you can hope for in situation like that, and I (as far as anybody will tell me) avoided the pitfalls of inappropriate jokes, mentions of groom's ex-girlfriends, and unsolicited opinions on the sanctity of marriage from the perspective of a divorced guy. Furthermore, as the night wore on, nobody slapped me that I can remember, so I'm guessing my behavior wasn't all that scandalous in the end, so for that, let us give thanks. I did get left without a ride home at the end of the evening, which basically meant I kept drinking with the help long after everybody left. Yes, I did finally manage to finagle a ride home, and the evening finally ended without major incident. HOWEVER...
...I woke up with a world class hangover, and all of my text message history had been erased. I have no idea what that means. So, if any of you know me, and you received some truly bizarre early morning text that night, well, apologies, as I have no idea what happened text-wise for about an eight hour period. Upon reflection, I AM beginning to think it is probably a good idea that if you plan on having a cocktail or two or fifteen, it's a good idea to hand over your phone to a sober driver (phoner?), just in case. Nobody needs to drunk text for any reason, no matter how great an idea it might seem at the (chemically impaired) time. Trust me on this one. Also, when I woke up later that morning, it looked like a Smurf puked in my sink, and this caused me some concern. After pondering this mystery for a few seconds, I realized there were blue cupcakes served at the reception the evening prior, and that cleared things up nicely, as the correlation suddenly became obvious, Sherlock that I am.
Me and the boys getting the afternoon started properly:
Endings:
Single again. What can I say? I have about as much success in relationships as an alcoholic does in guarding a liquor cabinet. And, let's be honest, in a situation like that, you really cannot blame the liquor cabinet can you? That's the best analogy I can come up with at the moment, but it seems oddly appropriate, and it is safe to say I may want to take a little time out and reflect on a few things...and cease blaming the liquor cabinet.
"ings":
As in freez-ing. Went to Reno, Nevada, to see my Fresno State Bulldogs take on the University of Nevada-Reno in a football game with conference championship implications. I also took my two daughters with me. We had a nice time, and took the scenic route back to California to see Lake Tahoe. A good time was had by all. However, as exciting as the game was (Fresno State won), we froze our (collective) asses off during the game. Here's the temp towards the end of the game:
And although we were appropriately attired...:
...it was still DAMN COLD. Like, I lost the feeling in my toes, and my nose ran like the French from the Germans (ha! Sorry Francophiles...but that was too easy). Oddly enough, a strange thing happened though...my girls, who are always complaining about being cold, actually enjoyed themselves and had fun. Yes, actual fun, and are coming with me to the regular season ending game two weeks from now. You just never know how something is going to go over with a couple of women, and sometimes they leave you pleasantly surprised (I am also guessing the fact that they got to stay in a fancy casino hotel and were taken out to breakfast/lunch/dinner all weekend also helped their disposition...but still, props to the kiddos).Alrighty, not the best blog I've ever written, and I'm not going to edit it for quality of content, syntax, spelling, etc., because I am sleepy and really kind of don't care (to be honest), but it is a little something to tide me over until I can get sufficiently irate enough about something to want to purge it here via the written word, or, if I ever finish my latest song idea and ever get it recorded so I can share it, um, here. In the meantime, I bid you known and unknown strangers alike...adieu.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
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