Author: jae

news flash. Big Brother is winning.

no, don’t get up. just sit still, tune into “must-see TV,” and keep your fucking mouth shut. if you feel the urge to sink into a brain-dead comatose-like state, please feel free to do so (in fact you are encouraged to do this).

special thanks to these brave operatives for digging up the dirt on this insidious global threat to Freedom and Liberty and Justice.

holy crap! i am always a little paranoid of having accidentally plagiarized others’ work, so i googled the chorus of my new song.

i hope that Michael Eric Dyson doesn’t sue me or anything!

new The Straight Dope columns:
G.W. Bush: cowardly deserter, or just an all-American, pampered rich kid? the exciting tale of a patriot gone AWOL for over a year!

what is the Holy Grail? mentioned: the Fisher King. unmentioned: Lincoln/Leigh/Baigent and the Prieure de Sion.

so i haven’t written a song since i can remember, at least not a complete one… and in all of 2002 i think i wrote a grand total of two measly poems (plus one other that apparently wasn’t any good) (maybe more)…

today i wrote a complete song (words and music) in about 20 minutes. and when i was about halfway done, i realized that a slight variation had a different time signature, so i checked what time i was writing it in, and it turned out to be NOT 4/4 – but 4/4 – 3/4 (basically 7/4, where there’s seven beats to one measure). which is definitely kind of cool, considering that the last really good song i wrote was in something like 11/12 (which just happened on its own)… i’m very thankful that i can write outside the box sometimes, even though my songs tend to be awfully pop-rock and/or a bit too crafted.

so yeah… here it is:

(click for full size image – 60k)

(verse)
woke up this morning, it was half past seven, it was
sunny outside, the sky was all the
colors of a peach sorbet, pink and orange, and it
reminded me of you…

long summer mornings by your side, we were like
wandering minstrels in a travelling carnival and
we were made, each for the other (funny –
wonder what you’re doing right now?)

(prechorus)
all those nights ago, all those seasides
down in the valley where we get our rain
comin’ down softly, now, like dancin’ cheek to cheek
something tells me it ain’t no big deal – –

(chorus)
oh, it isn’t what you know, it’s only how you show it (repeat)

(verse)
ten days ago now i had a dream, i dreamed that
a caravan was coming down the road
the leaves were purple and they were blowin’ all around me
down in that valley where we get our snow

one step back and like lightning it hit me all at once
leaves were turning and some were gold
out of the daylight, out of the blue blue day
you stepped forward and caught me by surprise

(prechorus)

(chorus; repeat ad nauseum)

so whaddya think? good or bad? (not looking for collaborators or creative contributions here, just a little honest criticism.)

“let’s start a co-op and buy a small warehouse downtown, so artists and musicians can live together in slacker harmony!”

“I’d like to, but I have to work tomorrow.”

“let’s start a company and build musical instruments!”

“I’d like to, but I have to go buy beer for the sport-billy party I’m having next weekend.”

“let’s get together and go downtown with spray paint and correct billboards and street advertisements!”

“I’d like to, but I have to smoke some pot with my friend Grogan.”

“let’s go to a peace rally.”

“I’d like to, but I have to watch Buffy to see if person X really sleeps with person Y like the raspy voice-over hinted at.”

“let’s do something…”

“I’d like to, but I’m almost up to level 99 on Final Fantasy LVII.”

“let’s just forget we ever had this conversation.”

“sure, okay!”

*sigh*

i’m gonna go and watch Amelie and wish that i was back in Paris.

last night i dreamed that i had a date.

i love it when i have dreams that are all weird and science-fictiony.

addendum to to-do list:

one of my favorite things on the internet.
also,

survey by astrokaiju

1) where are you really from? Dayton, OH
2) what is your mission here on Earth? to cause people to ask deep questions.
3) if someone told you he was a superhero, and he had no evidence to back up his claim, would you believe him? without flinching.
4) of all the people who have gone down in history for being crazy, who is your favorite? Rasputin, Diogenes, Kerry Thornley, Aleister Crowley, Robert Anton Wilson, Salvador Dali, Emperor Norton I
5) who is your favorite monster? Grover; also the Corinthian
6) which is your favorite fairy tale? obscure folk tales, original pre-clean Grimm brothers
7) sour apple or apple cinnamon? yes.
8) dark chocolate, milk chocolate, or white chocolate? dark chocolate
9) do you like Fanta (you’d better say yes…)? fuck yes!
10) what’s your favorite song interjection? for example, when they sing “yeah yeah” or “alright now”, and it’s not actually part of the lyrics per se. “whoa” (because it’s not used that often, and because John Lennon did it so well.)
11) if you had your own amusement park, what would it be called and what would it be like? “Interzone,” and it would be based on William S. Burroughs’ The Naked Lunch
12) make up a word right now and define it. froogly: of or describing a peculiarly loose driving style that seems dangerous but hardly ever actually causes harm.
13) what was the best era for sci-fi? 1930s thru early 1950s
14) who writes the best parodies (song or otherwise)? i prefer satire… and that would have to be the various Church of the SubGenius scribes, particularly the work done in the two primary sacred books of said Church. also Firesign Theatre; Spinal Tap.
15) if you were to be reincarnated as anything, animate, inanimate, existent or non-existent, what would it be? and don’t say “so-and-so’s underwear, because…seriously. that’s so cliched and stupid. and don’t start answering about how you don’t believe in reincarnation because it’s just some stupid quiz question, not an affirmation of belief. i would be whatever i had comin’ to me… but ifi had the choice, i seriously wouldn’t mind being a rock. it’s all about the Zen, man.
16) do you think this is the only quiz on Livejournal with no questions about your sexual history? seems like it, donut?

got bored sitting around the house pretendin’ to be David Bowie circa Tin Machine, hopped on back to back room, picked up old rustystringed Yamaha 12-string, taught myself how to play about 5 Warren Zevon songs in maybe 30 minutes… got an ear, they say i can tune a guitar from a block away, and i really can tune up to a note played ten minutes prior… have not touched that guitar in a couple months or more so now desperately need strings but no wheels, no music store in neighborhood… played out the piano, no more need to do that now, but i sure do wish i had some guitar strings like i said.

songs learn’t today:
Paul McCartney- “Maybe I’m Amazed”
Warren Zevon- “Werewolves of London”
”           ”         – “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner”
”           ”         – “Lawyers Guns and Money”
”           ”         – “Mutineer”
& somethin else i fergot…

need.need.need.want.want.want.

what now?

must write a song later; all juiced up now….

originally in Bb, transposed down 1½ steps to G.

VERSE:
 G D A E
 Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
 G D A run: A-/-G
 Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you
 G D A E
 Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
 G D
 And hung me on a line
 F E A
 Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you
 
 
 CHORUS:
 B Bmaj7 Bdim7
 Maybe I'm a man, and maybe I'm a lonely man
 Who's in the middle of something
 E Bm7
 That he doesn't really understand
 B Bmaj7 Bdim7
 Maybe I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman
 Who could ever help me
 E Bm7 E
 Baby won't you help me understand
 
 
 VERSE:
 G D A E
 Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
 G D A run: A-/-G
 Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
 G D A E
 Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
 G D
 Right me when I'm wrong
 F E A
 Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you
 
 LEAD (verse prog.)
 
 (caterwauling ensues on chorus-verse prog. to end)
 

shit i need a new voice. i just sat down to definitively teach myself Paul McCartney’s “Maybe I’m Amazed” at the piano, and as it turns out, my natural (or rather, unnatural) register is like a half an octave off from Mack’s. i always thought that transposing was for pussies. i guess not. i hope i can still get a sound out as i hang my head in shame (and in F major).

Lester Bangs has nothing on Sean Padilla.

boy can play, too!

1. get job
2. fix car
3. move out
4. buy my own damned computer
5. gather some new local friends
6. redesign technothrope.com
7. get somebody to beta mars for me
8. tweak transmothra.com, add content
   

   1. massage all pages to validate as XHTML 1.0

9. finish all other web projects, start no more new ones ever again
10. fix this god damned finger or cut the fucker off
11. go to Columbus; win Star over finally thru twisted and/or immoral sex acts
12. move the fuck out of here
13. buy music gear, record amazing rock record
14. start avant garde rock/funk/alt.country/metal/electronic band
15. get back into painting for real
16. write books
17. make lots of bizarre but meaningful films
18. LSD (at least once more, just to be sure)
19. attain enlightenment; possibly start cult
20. perfect cloning technology; amass army of transmothren to cater to my every whim
    

    1. finally answer question of whether sex with own clone is masturbation or incest
    2. feel stunning levels of guilt, shame

21. obtain at least one highly futuristic vehicle; lord it over others’ heads
22. finally meet sister
23. go to 6XDay, leave stupid useless Pinks behind for good

i seem to be on a split 4×4 sleep schedule. this never works. as often as not, i find that i simply can’t sleep past 3 or 4 hours at night; and then in the daytime, i get so much sleep that i can’t even seem to wake up. and that feels pathetic.

ganked from pope_guilty:
Angry Flower: Shrodinger’s Fridge

doing taxes now. coming soon: some massive venting about my family and my neverending living situation, and the REAL reason why i can’t commit (to a job, that is).