Heh. Still around.

More goodies this weekend, I promise.

Maybe two full tracks.
Maybe rehashings of the first two.
Maybe a little of both.
We'll see.

Recording!

Yay for recording, or as I like to call it, getting home at 2.30 in the morning and deciding to stay up for two more hours to play pianos through a bass amp and wake everyone else in the house up because you forgot you had the amp turned up.

Seriously.

I recorded some songs, some Gold Soundz, if you will. You can go look at them on my Garageband account. Link is here. and here.

It's not quite a hiatus....

Just not much going on. Have you kids visited Erik's website? Fun stories, and whathaveyou. Go there in the meantime.

Or watch this

Why am I awake?

You know, the only reason why dentists charge so much is because they spent so much money becoming a dentist, on little silver tools to hurt your teeth with.

That and they aren't full-fledged doctors. So they cannot get instant tail like doctors can at bars.



That and no one wants to date a dentist. seriously. "Honey, are you ready to go?" "I dunno, lemme quick floss." Lame.

Dentists: Doomed to live a long, unhappy life alone with all your money.

On the Llama.....

Hey kids! I'm now part of a great, triangle-flavored multi-tiered marketing scheme specialising in selling parakeets to the general public.

Ha ha! Just kidding!

I am now a part of THE LlAMANET. It's just like the normal internet, except you don't suck as much.

Ha ha! Just kidding!

You all still suck at life.

Yay!, etc.

This needs to happen more often.

reblogged from Matthew at Defective Yeti.









it also occurs to me that for many of you, this will be old news- you already read Defective Yeti. It is probably part of your internet circuit.


So I discovered, with the help of Paul, the greatest energy drink ever. We are a bit of energy drink enthusiasts, taste/buzz testing them routinely.
The drink we found is called CARABAO!It tastes like Red Bull, but without the high-fructose-corn-syrup. No gummy-throat feeling! it's delicious. and cheap in appleton.

I also decided to put links intermittently throughout my blog posts, just for shits.

Meet a famous internet personality? No. Not really.

Hey all you boggy blog blog mcbloggersons.

My band will be playing a show at Rock Island Cafe in Neenah . Show up or face the DIRE DIRE consequences*. It is on Friday July 14th, and is full of happy and rock. Starts at 8. See you there, but not.



*there are no dire consequences.

Movies, Movies, Movies!

So I will keep my review of the new pirates of the caribbean movie hella bite-sized:

While long, and full of plot elements, it sets up for the third movie almost better than "The Empire Strikes Back".

Woodsy Trails

I was lost in the woods for over 3 hours today. Full story tomorrowish.

Mr Ambulance Driver (tabs)

Ok, kiddos, I tried to find tabs for this song online today. The internet was void of them. God damn, I said to myself, got out the headphones, and learned it the old fashioned way: on the electric keyboard.

Opening: siren noise. Bass run until

GM7 bassrun CM7 (at this point, I was like, hey- that's Active Cultures! Holy Crizzap!)

once the actual song starts, it is
G | Bm(keyboard voicing over D) | CM7 | CM7|

the chorus is something like
G | Bm | Em | C6? |

not too sure on that last one.

Hear the song (and watch the music video) on the Flaming Lips website

Story time kids, get your juice boxes and carpet squares

I don't really have an update today; I mean, really, all I do when I update is bitch about stuff, sometimes out and out, sometimes subtlely.

Ha, okay, you got me. I can't do subtle. Anyhow.

So today's update is going to be me telling you assbags a story.

When I was a little kid, I collected baseball and (American) football cards. I had hockey cards and maybe a handful of soccer (Football) cards, too, but mostly baseball and (American) football. I've always been a little nutso about collecting things- beanie babies, pokemon cards, keyboards, cds, disc golf discs, guitar pedals, whatever. If they made oodles of them, they were collectable to me. Although, I wouldn't stay interested for too long in any one collection. Eventually, I'd get tired of it, and try to sell what I could. The rest I'd either throw away or keep, buried on the bottom of my closet (which is currently occupied by a gigantic box that my 310 came in, and the plastic casing of a CRT monitor (which is currently sitting bare-bones wires out in front of me. Yay ambient static and electric pain). Maybe I'll upload a picture of that later). Anyhow, my baseball cards were the first thing I tried to get rid of. I must have been six or seven years old.
I found a cardboard box in my parent's basement- no easy task, my parents aren't hardcore packrats like I am. I vaguely remember dumping crap out of it so I could use it.
Anyhow, with that, I went to my room (on the second story of our house), and started using push pins to stick the cards to the "counter" that I'd made. I must have sat in my room for a good three hours before realising that no one was coming to my "store" because no one knew it was open. It's probably a good thing my mom or dad (I don't remember which one) came home when they did, otherwise, I'd have had a bit of an "open house" all to sell baseball cards.

And that's the first cop-out--- er, I mean, child hood story I have to offer. Have a great post-independence day.

If/Then

I am certain the following things have happened in alternate universes:

Steven Drozd had his arm amputated
Wayne Coyne repopularised pop music as cool
I died no fewer than six times, all on seperate occasions
I have friends that call me
Elvis is still alive, but a washed up bum
Buddy Holly is still alive, although no one cares about his music anymore
Ozzy Osbourne is dead, and no one listens to his music
System of a Down became an independant band, and didn't sell out their musical integrity just to make money
The world has been destroyed on no fewer than eight occasions
Ronald Reagan was assassinated
Stan Lee didn't steal all his ideas
Tori Amos became a rock-techno music star
Marijuana was legalised
Marijuana was never illegal
Alcohol prohibition worked
Nazi Germany never singled out the jews as who they wanted to kill
Korea never split
Vietnam went well for the US
Aspen or Boulder were the scene of the counter culture, rather than southern california
Cheyenne, WY, was were Nirvana came from
Bloggers were heralded as "the new media" and taken seriously.

Record-o-tronic

So.... I made a song last night. It's over on my garageband.com account.