Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sex, Sex and Well... More Sex

Recently

I've taken a vow of celibacy

For reasons

That are my own

Stupidly

I've learned something about me

My regions

Need to be... well...I think you get the picture

 

Anyways,

Sex sex sex...SEX

There is something about that word that just...strikes a chord with me.  Maybe it's the wow factor.  Maybe its that negative voicing Alveolar at the ending and beginning of the word.  But one thing is certain...  I'm Tired of It

I'm not joking.  I'm getting towards the ass end of my man whorish ways now and seriously, I'm not digging it anymore.  Sex with somebody who is just a casual partner does not appeal to me.  I've figured that out.  There is something inside of me that enjoys the fact that somebody likes me for more than just a piece of meat and a free meal and a movie.

Maybe I'm being a bit conservative here.  But I've taken a vow that I will not have sex unless I'm sure it's a person who deserves that gift from me.  Because seriously, I can do things most people wish they could do.  It's an honor to sleep and my bed, so I'm going to treat it that way. 

I've tried this Internet dating thing... Everybody seems to be out for the same thing.  You know what that thing is.  There's nothing deep or philosophical about it.  You browse profiles of people who you think are physically attractive THEN you actually read the damn profile and THEN you take a chance and message the person in your sights.  7 times out of 10 they'll message you back.  At least was my case.

And where from there?  Well you talk online or through email or text messages.  Then maybe you decide to meet and goto the movie theatre and grab dinner.... boring by the way.  Then for some fuckered reason it's understood that, usually, she comes back to your place for drinks.

Maybe it's my choice in Women?  Maybe I don't have control of my urges or maybe...just maybe... that's what the whole online dating thing is about.

Granted, there are honest people out there looking for relationships and things of that sort.  Groovy, I wish the best of luck to you all in your quest for the holy grail.

Frankly, I want to find somebody with some shared interests who is attractive to me and me to them.  Who will be willing to share some experiences with me including concerts, nights out on the town, festivals, movies at home and whatever else I happen to be doing that weekend.

Really, I think I need to change my playing field. 

And I need to stock up on some good porno and lubricant because it may be a very very long time till I share my bed again...

Too harsh? 

Hahaha

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Are you kidding me?

This is great...

Too funny to ignore...

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Comfort

Ringing...

 

There's a strange sense of belonging that comes when one sits in a crowd of people who are together enjoying a show.  Especially when that show brings forth outward expression of angst, love, peace and harmony.

My ears are ringing.

I just stumbled back into my apartment from a night out on the town.  First stop, a nice steak house...I ordered Salmon and Crab Cakes...mmm Nummy...  Then we dropped by The Robin Hood and checked in on some local music.  I really dig on some of the local college bands.  They all have so much promise and talent but alas...they'll all probably go unknown outside of the Kent State Circles.

Here's a stupid little picture.

Enjoy.

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Friday, January 23, 2009

Bizarre Musings of an Idle Mind

Isn't it funny how sometimes you'll be driving...or in the shower...or on the bus...or taking a monster crap and something so weird and fantastic jumps into your brain for just a few minutes...Then when you try to remember it and write it down...it's gone?

Here is a list of some of those musings I caught in time:

Why do we all watch those people drudging through the snow when there is perfectly good sidewalks?  Are they in a hurry? Or are we just afraid to be trail blazers?

In class today I watched a kid pick his nose for about 10 minutes... I was excited as he was when he finally struck gold.

What are those obligatory smiles about anyway?

Aren't we all just a little bit self-conscious?

Who invented the mile high club?

I think we all take pride in those shits that take 2 flushes...instead of one.

I enjoy listening to people listen to their headphones.

One time...just one time I want a professor who is a former Southern Baptist Church leader..."Can I hear you say Hemingway?"  HEMINGWAY  "Ooooohhhh yea, lemme here ya say it ageein"  HEMINGWAY  "Lord oh mighty, we have been gathered here today..."

I sweat more when I wear antiperspirant

Which is more dangerous while driving... Eating Taco Bell?  Text Messaging?  Talking on the Phone?  Writing a poem?  Or... Taking off a shirt and changing a pair of pants... Does it matter?  I've done all 5.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Pugs... Really??

I love big dogs.  Always have.

But, ya'll need to check this out... I think I want a pug.

Voice Recording Verbatim

It all started with a poem...  The recording that is...

I caught the look she shot

from across the bar

she was open like a book

leaf through her pages

words hung from her shoulders

her body covered in new coined phrases

gold and yellow graffiti

And I stand

As we stand

The earth is shaken as silence

Slips from my tongue

 

Eh... it's January 19th approximately 9:15 at night.  Uhm.... a little experiment here.  This is going to be the first time I've ever dictated a blog post.  Well, really dictated any kind of writing for the matter.  So we're going to see how this goes.  It's something I'd like to do with my writing in the future.  It's my voice, I'm not writing as somebody else.  It's almost more truthful that way.  It is more truthful that way.  So this is going to be transcribed from this tape verbatim.  And uh... this is hopefully going to be posted sometime Sunday night.  Right now...the roads are fucking terrible.  I have one hand on the wheel, I should probably have two.  Last night was kind of fun.  I went out and uh... sang... karaoke.  See that was interesting.  That was interesting.  I had way too much to drink.  Luckily I only sang half a song.  So...yea it was a good time.  A good time.  I got to play marriage counselor for two hours after two hours of the before mentioned "kill myself fest". And basically, my friends sat me down.  My friends being in a relationship together, they live together.  And we started discussing the possibility of my friend moving out and moving in with me.  In the upcoming year.  And obviously his girlfriend isn't a big fan of that idea.  So we just discussed a few things.  I don't sound like an idiot when I'm drinking.  I mean what I say.  And in a way...it's... liberating.  I can definitely understand why artists and writers and actors come to rely on alcohol as a crutch.  Because last night, I developed this metaphor of love...as a present.  And what that present is...it's really yourself.  And what you do is package yourself for this person.  You give yourself a little bow and give yourself to somebody.  And from a distance it's beautiful.  But when you open that present you get what that person is entirely.  And part of love is giving that present to somebody who you feel that way for as well.  And you're just hoping to God that they open that present and truly appreciate what's inside.  It was really the most beautiful thing I think I've ever said.  I'm not saying that because I'm amazed at my skill with words but because I'm amazed at my complete lack of control of words.  Because sometimes it's easy to stumble upon something so true, so basic, so primal and not really appreciate it.  And I think really that's what every writer wants to accomplish.  That line straight from God.  That line straight from their muse.  For it to bypass that censorship center in the brain and flow right down their arm and into the writing.  The roads are bad and my car is warm.  I just lost control there for half a second.  I will continue this later....Thank You

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

http://www.bonnaroo.com/365/theraconteurs/




One of the best performances at Bonnaroo 08. I had a front seat to this one folks. Check out Blue Veins and Steady as She Goes

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Article

I strolled into my local record store and found an ultra-rare album that music collectors cream over, Nirvana’s Love Buzz vinyl. Unfortunately, I just sold half a nut to buy orange juice and a fifth of cheap vodka. My pockets were empty. It’s not right to steal…right? Seriously who is it hurting? Million dollar record companies? Besides, with the economy in the shitter nobody has money to spare. And damnit I need my vodka. I looked around to see if anybody was watching. I then spotted the gnarly looking, long-haired, beer-bellied, Metallica monster who owns the place. I started to sweat, my breathing quickened and my hands trembled. This beast was a nasty opponent. I was quicker but he had reptilian strength on his side. I decided to go elsewhere. So I merrily left the record store and jumped onto the internet. File sharing on the internet doesn’t promise anybody bodily harm. So when exactly did this whole trend begin?

It happened in homes everywhere before the internet. Music fans pressed “dub” on their tape decks and boom-boxes to create sappy and nostalgic mix-tapes for their friends and hopeful lovers. Many summer romances would be captured on 400 feet of magnetic tape. An entire subculture of tape-mixers emerged in basements around the world. They were the pirate kings of their time. The process was so guiltless and pleasantly untraceable. Ah yes, such great times. All anybody had to do was wait for a song on the radio hit “record” and sit back and listen to their handy work. There was no RIAA breathing down their necks and no lawsuits it was all breathtakingly euphoric.

But after Al Gore invented the internet the shit hit the fans. The internet gave us chat rooms, Hamster Dance, an endless supply of amateur porn, and the best technology ever: the ability to share files from one computer to the next. All we needed was software to make it accessible to everybody. Thus Napster was born. Napster opened a huge door for anybody looking to score some good low quality tunes for free. It was a music lover’s paradise. Even those rare bootlegged albums made the search results as part of the 100,000+ song library Napster boasted. Amidst a play ground of pornography and child molesters there was finally some civility and it couldn’t have come at a better time. In a culture that was quickly becoming digital it was a waste of time to buy a CD. We all had more important things to do like watch Survivor. Again the times were wonderful we watched Survivor, talked about Bill Clinton and downloaded songs with anonymity from Napster. Big brother and those scum bags at the RIAA couldn’t do anything about it. Alas, the times would become dark and dangerous quickly.

Before I continue, let me explain exactly what the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) is. The RIAA is a trade group who represents the recording industry of America and they take it upon themselves to protect intellectual properties. The RIAA is a bounty hunter, part good, mostly bad. The RIAA will stop at nothing. If they catch you sharing files they will sue your ass back to third world status or if they can’t manage to do that they will kill your children. At least that’s what they want us to think. Since 2003 the RIAA has been responsible for more than 17,000 lawsuits against the typical file sharer including file sharers under the age of 18. The RIAA also targets University students. Be careful! Every time you log onto Limewire, they can record your information.

Then in 2000 Metallica filed a lawsuit against Napster. The lawsuit inadvertently brought to the mainstream the file sharing craze that was, until that point, mostly known by tech savvy students. Metallica was super pissed about some music of theirs leaking onto the Napster servers before the release of their album. They didn’t have a problem with Napster until this incident threatened to hurt their profits. In reality, nobody wanted to buy their shitty new album anyway. Sorry Metallica, since the Black Album your music has taken a steady decline south. You know it. We know it. Other artists jumped on the Napster hate wagon claiming more wrong doings. Eventually Napster would be shut down and resurrected as some fucked pay to share bullshit. Whatever. That wasn’t before Napster spawned several clones; Bearshare, Limewire and half a dozen other services that would keep the sharing alive. But those services were also susceptible to the RIAA’s long sharp teeth.

Fortunately, there is a light at the end of this tunnel. Ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to BIT Torrents. It’s the file-sharer’s end game. Bit Torrents are to file sharing as Blue Ray is to Dvd. Bit Torrents take a great idea and just makes it 100% better and more attractive. Of course, we are talking free here. Before, what made file sharing so easy to trace, we downloaded our music from one fellow file sharer at a time making it easy to track the file from one IP address to another. Now, Bit Torrents make it possible to download a single file from hundreds of different locations effectively making the download extremely efficient and fast and harder to trace. For example: I downloaded a certain artist’s entire discography, which weighed in at or about 10 gigabits, in less than 10 hours. Now I have more music than I can listen to. And I’m not only music folks. It’s possible to download television shows, movies, e-books, applications, games and pretty much anything that comes in a digital format. Bit Torrent took Napster’s idea and expanded it to an entire world of digital media.

Torrents are reasonably easy to find and download. Many programs streamline the whole process through software which provides a torrent search engine capable of tracking down millions of possible seeds from which to download. Personally I recommend downloading Utorrent, an application that keeps your downloads optimized and organized. After downloading Utorrent head to isohunt.com. Isohunt.com is a torrent search engine that connects torrent users together in a friendly, forum based environment that keeps downloaders aware of bogus files and untrustworthy seeds. Type in your wishes and wait for the search results. It truly is blissful as lists of DVDs and albums pop up on the screen just begging you to take them freely. Users leave comments on torrents regarding stability and file quality. So pick something that is friendly and download away. It is still possible to pick up viruses so remember to surf with protection folks, you don’t want to be spreading the digital herpes.

Since 2007 the RIAA has focused their lawyers on the companies providing the services to file sharers rather than the individuals themselves, good news for the common file sharer. But, internet service providers are paying closer attention to bandwidth usage. If you get caught downloading excessive amounts of data in a short amount of time your ISP will mail you a little notice informing you that they are watching. After the notice, if your activity continues they will hand you over to the RIAA. Policies differ between every ISP so check with your local services for more information.

Yes, this writer downloads. I download with respect. My CD and Vinyl collections rival my MP3 collection. I’ve done my part for the bands that I enjoy listening to. Besides, the record companies see most of the profit off of record sales. If you want to support your favorite band go to a concert and by merch. Enjoy the experience. If you’re curious, ITUNES is a good alternative for those who feel guilty about downloading illegally. With ITUNES’s new feature “Genius” it’s easier than ever to explore new artists and genres. Genius links songs and bands together that fall from the same musical tree.

As for that rare album at the record store, nothing can replace a tangible piece of history. The world is quickly becoming a completely digital place however and items like that are will become scarcer as time goes on. So enjoy those records and CDs for as long as you can. They will be a novelty in 50 years. Soon ITUNES will be hooking up to our brains pumping electrical signals directly into the temporal lobe. Until then however, happy torrent hunting!

Monday, January 12, 2009

New Song/Poem in the works

 

Untitled so far...


Hey what did you say
say it again I can't hear you
Hey come down and play
been so long since I've seen you


Since I've seen your face
touched your skin
kissed your lips
Tell me where have you been
Where have you been


I've been all around the world
Up and down tall mountains
Been writing a book
and bathing in fountains


It's a beautiful place
my time in this city
It's nice to see your face
So fine
So fine
So fine

Hey what did you say
Say it again I can't hear you
Hey we're on our way
But I don't know where we're going

We leave the land
fly into space
you take my hand
What is this place
What is this place

This is where everybody goes
Up here on this mountain
We've got factories of ghosts
And prophets are shoutin

It's a beautiful place where time is a plenty
It's time to end this chase so I
can answer those who sent me

Ride on ride on to survival
its a killing spree
It's a wicked revival
Just you wait and see

It's a beautiful place
My time in this city
I gotta run this race
To cure that which ails me

2009-- A List

Well

I make lists...so here we go

Things I want to accomplish in 2009:

  • Finish up with my degree
  • Travel to a foreign country
  • Become recognized for my writing
  • Help make Buzz Bin a monthly part of Ohio's music scene
  • Hit 3 music festivals
    • Bonnaroo
    • Rothbury
    • Nelsons Ledges
  • See my friends in North Carolina
  • Publish a poem
  • Get the band started
  • Teach somebody something
  • Pay off my debt
  • Spend less money
  • Read more books
  • Move to another location
    • In or Out of state
    • In or Out of country
  • Make 2 new friends
  • Meet the girl who will give me rainbows

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Official Magazine Business


I'm pretty proud of myself...

Ladies and Gents you are now reading the writing of 1 mister Special Features Editor of Buzzbin Magazine. *Takes his deserved bows to roaring applause*

Thank you, thank you

Now I have some creative control over the magazine, which I've been working towards for a while now AND...drum roll please... an employee *gasps*... Yes folks I have a "minion"

Totally awesome

My job description is as follows: I write the cover story for the magazine once a month. A feature, more or less, is a lengthy article about a topic. Features are more in depth and require research, interviews and experiences to make them interesting. Journalistic rules don't always have to be followed. I can give my opinion if I wish.

My first article was a 1500 word piece about the history, legalities and the current state of file sharing. I know it's been out of the mainstream media for a year now BUT it's still relevant.


In other news...

Led Zeppelin WILL NOT be returning this summer.
Creed WILL NOT be returning this summer <--- thank god
Phish WILL return this summer

Finally...

I caught myself downloading Bob Dylan's complete works. Over 1,000 recordings spanning his entire carreer.
Let me say... I was never a huge fan of Dylan. But now I am a changed man. Do yourselves a favor and check out...

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Bootleg Series vol. 6

It brought tears to my eyes.

Best lines...

I heard the sounds of a clown who cried in the alley

and

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow


Really...a great poet.

Friday, January 09, 2009

As of yet... Reflections

That who is not busy being born is busy dying.

So often we find ourselves questioning our motives or our being.  In this questioning we ask ourselves moral and ethical questions and in return we answer as ourselves therefor creating our own set of beliefs and standards resulting in what some would call...personality.

Rarely a person stumbles upon such solution without enduring several challenges.  Think...The Odyssey.  Or... Lord of the Rings.  Any ways, these challenges confront us with a reflection of ourselves as we want to be and ourselves as we are.  Those determined will follow the reflection as they want to be.

Recently I've come to enjoy tea.  As a child I swore I would never ingest a tea leaf.  Now, almost on a nightly basis, I end my day with a cup of tea and honey.  No doubt a reflection of who I want to be.

We are all busy creating our own personal characters.  Our own personal...myths.  Those conscious enough to make the important decisions are those who will find success and prosperity.  Those who will be truly happy with themselves.

Questioning Questioning Questioning

.........................................................

As I sit here in my bed looking at what I've accumulated over the last 21 odd years I find myself a bit disappointed.  I'm not disappointed in the value or expanse of my possessions rather...I'm disappointed that my bookshelf is filled with books, only 1/2 of which I've truly finished.  My guitar lays propped up in the corner...I'm only a journeyman musician.  My music collection is scattered all over my room... I only listen to 10 bands regularly and pictures of old friends stare at me from frames that have gathered too much dust...My friends..most of whom I talk to on very rare occasions. 

My point being... I haven't tried hard enough to become who I want to be.  I've only settled for the person present in the mirror every morning when I brush my teeth.

 

We are all china barely mended,

just waiting

for the hot water and lemon

to seep through our seems