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Oct. 18th, 2007 @ 01:42 am Art is weak.
Art is malleable and transitory. Art is the victim of society. Art is a yes man. Art is a socialite. Art has become totally cliche. The most important questions of art have nothing to do with form, or meaning, purpose, or context, but rather have everything to do with who owns your brain. In the end, art will be your downfall.
Sep. 10th, 2007 @ 12:33 am
You can't dangle a carrot in front of a dead horse and expect it to lead you to water.
Sep. 7th, 2007 @ 01:27 am How to Construct an Infrasonic Bass Generator


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Sep. 6th, 2007 @ 12:02 am Some Thoughts.
Ok, we all know that the music industry is corrupt, right, but I mean, like, how corrupt? Here's an example of how the system works to shaft small-time independent recording artists out of their money:

Every time your songs are played on the radio, in a club, on TV, at a school, used in a movie, broadcast, performed, anything, you are legally entitled to receive a royalty from that usage. However, all performance royalties are managed by centralized agencies such as ASCAP, BMI, SESAC, etc. Centralized? Already this is starting to smell bad. It gets better, though. These agencies take in annual fees from all venues that use music live or in a broadcast, and use this money to pay out royalties to artists and songwriters. How do they portion out this money, though? This is the best part. They only listen to what's being played on major commercial radio and TV broadcasts, and maybe what songs are being played in other major venues, and then use that data to make an "educated guess" as to what's being played in all other venues, like non-commercial stations, neighborhood bars, etc. This means that it's assumed that the portion of time a major radio station plays Britney Spears for is the same portion of time that, say, Das Bunker plays Britney Spears for, and the money taken from BOTH is doled out accordingly. Is the picture starting to become clearer? Let's ram this one home. Even though Das Bunker's playlist on any given night might include, say, Einsturzende Neubauten, Combichrist, Psyclon Nine, Wumpscut, Terrorfakt, VNV Nation, and other groups that the mainstream has likely never heard of, ever, (not to imply that these guys are "small-time" either...but definitely not heard on any commercial radio station I know of) and NO BRITNEY SPEARS WHATSOEVER... None of these artists will see any of the money that Das Bunker (or more likely, it's venue) pays to ASCAP in order to feature their songs as part of it's club atmosphere. All that money goes into the pockets of Britney Spears, Avril Levigne, Toby Keith, Garth Brooks, and you get the picture. Despite the fact that the artists who are really being played, like, everywhere, are legally entitled to their cut, mainstream or not, ASCAP's sampling methods are totally skewed in favor of the chart-toppers. Which is, of course, bullshit, because we all know that popular taste has exactly fuck to do with good music, but popular taste does decide how well a bunch of shitty "musicians" are rewarded for writing, bar none, the worst bullshit in the history of music.

The solution?


A) We totally decentralize the system, and set up a new system where venues pay royalties to artists directly,


B) All venues should play mainstream bullshit.

I'm personally for plan A.

Sep. 5th, 2007 @ 02:03 am
Sep. 4th, 2007 @ 10:22 pm Swans -- The Sound of Freedom
I find all songs by the Swans to be particularly touching and profound, however, I am currently captivated by this particular one, for the moment.

We're Standing By A River
In A Place Where Nothing Moves
And The White Light In The Sky
Is Meaningless And Cruel
And We Turn Our Face Away
From A Cold And Violent Wind
And We Bow Our Heads Down
And We Pray To The Sound
Of Freedom

With A Mirror In My Hand
And My Eyes Burned In The Fire
Drunk On Self Deception
And Punished By Desire
Leaping Directly Into A Bright White Sea
I'll Keep Myself Breathing
And I'll Swallow The Sound
Of Freedom

Nobody Else Can See You
Nobody Knows You Feel
Go Further Inside You
Where Nothing Else Is Real
Now Throw Yourself Into A Pool
Of Silence You Can See
And Hold The Mirror Before Your Eyes
And Light The White Light, It's The Sound Of Freedom

Now Time Is Just A Picture That
Moves Before Your Eyes
And Every Lie That I Believe
Is Falsely Compromised
And This Is Not A Sound
And We Are Not Alive
Someone Else Was Here Before
In Someone Else's Mind

And The Ground We Walk Is Sacred
And Every Object Lives
And Every Word We Speak
Will Punish Or Forgive
And The Light Inside Your Body
Will Shine Through History
Set Fire To Every Prison
Set Every Dead Man Free

And The Air We're Breathing Now
We Breathed A Million Times
And The Darkest Dreams We Dreamed
Were Dreamed By Other Minds
So Take Us To The Water
Take us to the sound
And Wash My Soul Away
Where It Can Never Be Found...

And The White Light That Surrounds Us
Is The Sound Of Freedom Pounding
And The Ground That Opens Up
Spits The Fire From Freedom's Mouth
And The Concrete, Glass And Steel
Break With A Freedom You Can Feel And
The Wind That Blows Through Heaven
It Screams The Sound Of Freedom

And The Violence That Destroys
Is The Birth Of Freedom Singing
And The Lovers In The Field
Make The Sound Of Freedom Bleeding
And The Pain That Eats My Mind
Is The Shout Of Freedom's Life
And The Sea That Splits In Two
Is The Cut Of Freedom's Knife

And The Fire That Burns This City
Is The White Light In Freedom's Eye
And The White Light Is The Sound
Of Freedom
Sep. 4th, 2007 @ 11:55 am Yesterday was a good day.
I met up with the Paper Angels crew in the morning and we went up to this outlaw town up in the hills, where all the land is private, police can't patrol the roads, or even enter without a warrant, and people build and do whatever they want to on their own property. The area is also really minimally developed, and basically in the middle of a redwood forest, and we were hiking around looking for shoot locations (we had permission to be there). It was kind of an easy day, with burritos for lunch, but it was refreshing just to hang out with a bunch of really positive people who have a much more imaginative way of looking at the world than most people in San Hoe do. Then last night I went to a really good industrial show. Both the headlining act, Haujobb, and Anti-Mechanism, their supporting act, were fucking cool bands, played fucking cool music, and got everyone to go crazy on the dance floor. Sadly, however, Lauren was absent, and I think she totally made the mistake to choose not to go to this show with me. The same goes for all the people who decided to instead go to Death Guild in S.F. that night, which I'm sure plenty of people did, and they probably didn't have nearly as good a time as I did last night. And I was straight sober, too, because I didn't have the money to buy drinks.

Today, I'm in the process of having surgical shit done to my teeth. I'm on my way to getting a real fake tooth, instead of the temporary one I have right now. So I'm sitting here writing this with gauze in my mouth, my gums are bleeding and sore because they were sliced open a couple hours ago, I have a metal post in my jaw where the root of my real tooth used to be, and I have another appointment at 2 to get some other shit done to my face. Fuckin' ay. Think I'm gonna try to take some Tylenol.
Jul. 26th, 2007 @ 10:20 pm
I just passed the written portion of the final exam for my bartending course today. 99.5 out of 100 xD Tomorrow I should be able to test out completely and start looking for work. The practical portion of the test requires me to actually make drinks as they're ordered out by one of the instructors, and it's a timed exam. I have 7 minutes to make 12 drinks, which is actually a pretty long time. 12 drinks in 7 minutes works out to be about 100 drinks an hour, working at a constant rate, or in other words, a typical Friday night.

Yeah, baby!!!
Jul. 11th, 2007 @ 09:18 pm
So, uh... Oly was cool. Actually got a chance to kick it with Matt and Ansel this time around. I think we started on the beer at about 6-6:30 and didn't stop until around midnight...that, plus 2 shots of Jaeger and a joint kept me buzzin' the whole time. My visit to Evergreen the next morning was also cool. The high point was definitely being able to check out all the graffiti on campus, which seems to almost be CONDONED, especially in the painting and sculpture building. I think this college may be a definite "yes"... I'm gonna take another look around before I decide, but I think I may have found "the one" already.
Jul. 2nd, 2007 @ 01:21 pm From Wired News:
"Play is the unexpected glue that lashes human brains together into a global overmind."