Your peace and quiet is a long way from home. Underneath a billboard of epitaphs, urinals, and disposal bins, this was made to your liking. Clean up the ones without a speck of dust and you make the whole world look dirty.
Contrary to popular belief, don’t bend your wrists when you play. What this does is cause a severe damage to the tendons in the hand as well as the muscles in the wrist. If the wrist is completely straight, the muscles nearest to the elbow are actually the ones being used. According to Gary Willis, “They’ve been strong enough to play a bass since you were about three years old.” So if the wrist is straight and you play lightly, you’re going to get more out of your instrument and yourself.
Knowing the distribution of dark energy tells astronomers that the Universe will continue to get bigger indefinitely. Eventually it will become a cold, dead wasteland with a temperature approaching what scientists term “absolute zero”. Professor Priyamvada Natarajan of Yale University, a leading cosmologist and co-author of this study, said that the findings finally proved “exactly what the fate of the Universe will be”.
While it is a funny article, its rather childish play on words saying that this professor at Yale “proved” anything in theory is odd. The speculation is constant on the “end” of the Universe and I’m almost certain that this is untrue because of the recently developments of Black-Hole theories and the like, things that are theories and have mathematical evidence in support of them, rather than mostly physical representations. In this case, a physical representation has little to prove yet.
Just keep thinking. Many scientists claimed that this is “true,” but most of them, to-date, have been assuming a thing or two.
Also, the brevity and lack of explanation doesn’t prove anything.
So, sorry everyone, we don’t know the answers yet.
Lately I’ve had a chip on my shoulder, a vendetta, so-to-speak. It seems like our generation is being laid into the ground by the one before us, told we don’t work hard enough or have this intense sense of ego.
Yeah, maybe I do. But maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m calling bullshit on the generation before us.
We’re told a lot that we’re apathetic, egotistical, and vain. Yet the generation before us helped us into it, didn’t they? You can’t build a house in the clouds (yet).
The generation before us brings us shit like Lady Gaga, Twilight, Harry Potter, and we’re the ones who are being called egotistical, vain, and apathetic? I’m sorry, Music based on fashion, fiction based on story and not character development, and a basic story of Merlin rewritten today seem to make people jump for joy because we’re caught into it by people who are older in the sense of aging and what seems like younger in the sense of wisdom.
If anything, the generation before us has taught me what NOT to do.
Here’s a list:
Don’t talk about it. DO IT.
Don’t fall victim to trends. START TRENDS.
Don’t go with the grain. GO AGAINST IT.
Don’t do any research. CREATE RESEARCH. BE THE EXPERIMENT.
I mean, seriously, Twilight is barely a vampire novel. Harry Potter is intensely verbose. Gaga is hardly a musician.
Yet, we start to learn some things:
Don’t listen to everything you hear.
Don’t believe everything you read.
Don’t accept this reality.
This is all just a crock of shit if you ask me. We’re told so often, “Do this, do that.” Well fuck ya’ll. I’m doing my own thing now. If you have a problem with it, go home and go read some more poorly written “novels” or Music that’s produced by a spoiled brat who uses the gay community as a way of pushing her own popularity. This makes me sick.
“The teacher, or the spiritual friend, enters your system much as medicine is injected into your veins. According to the tradition, this is known as planting the heart of enlightenment in your heart. It is transplanting the full moon into your heart. Can you imagine the full moon coming through your living room window and coming closer and suddenly entering your heart? On the one hand, unless you are terribly resentful, usually it is a tremendous relief: “Phew. The full moon has entered my heart.” That’s great, wonderful. On the other hand, however, when that particular full moon has entered into your heart, when it’s transplanted into your heart, you might have a little panic. “Good heavens, what have I done? There’s a moon in my heart. What am I going to do with it? It’s too shiny!” By the way, once that moon has entered your heart, it cannot be a waning moon. It never wanes. It is always waxing.”—Chogyam Trungpa (via figglez)
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up. She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober any time in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald’s and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
The empirical method asks us to collective evidence for which a theory can later draw a conclusion.
In this case, I ask, “Why Not?”
I believe Socrates had it right, asking “Why?” to a multitude of questions, but to ask Socrates, “Why Not?” may have got him thinking in the same way. I believe if you can prove something, or find it’s core, you can also justify it without just finding it’s essential part, but by finding how it becomes an essential part in something else.
Hello followers or lack-there-of. Or many followers.
Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know that I am going to revert this blog back to it’s original purpose, since all I seem to be able to do lately is post about Music, listen to Music, and practice. In an effort to make the World a little more Musical, I’ll be bringing you anything I can from what I consider the furthest reaches of underground music, being Jazz-Fusion/Avant Garde.
Fusion has been around since before the 70’s, you could say Miles Davis started in the 60’s. But Fusion is all inclusive.
Avant Garde, however, is sometimes looked upon as the kind of weird or experimental (sometimes improperly named as a type of Music rather than genre). Experimental Classical and Jazz is actually quite the opposite of Musical Experimentation. It is a genre-based name. In the words of John Cage, “My Music is not experimental, I know exactly what I am doing going into it, but I do understand that as listeners, it has no current definition.”
So “experimental” comes from the idea that the listener is experimenting with a new type of genre not yet in their repertoire or aural vocabulary.
That being said, some things on the line-up (being reviews, stories, videos, etc.):
Modulator-Trey Gunn and Marco Minnemann
Matt Garrison’s- 9.4
More Mahavishnu Orchestra than you can handle.
Bela Bartok’s Romanian Dances (and their importance to Yen-Yaw)
Some Musical/Life Philosophy said from yours truly, but obviously based on other’s sayings.