Honest Forest Rangers

So my age-celebration day came and went and now I can more firmly describe myself as entering fogey stage one. This should bode well for my hipster credentials. Hopefully as my babyface subsides I'll pick up the air of an older man and get promoted at work. My co-worker just recently got bumped up in status out of left-field, which is encouraging because nobody gave him a chance for it. Good on him. 

Last night I managed to stick to my plan of staying up all night making a new dance tune with Reason/Garageband. I'm very pleased with everything except my awful singing... I'm learning how to arrange notation around the beats much better, copying and pasting simple lines and then modifying the notes afterwards to keep steady rhythms (because I'm shit at playing live keyboards, but much better at poking around with computer keyboards and programs). My dad would probably be horrified that I choose this route to make music rather than spending the hours actually learning how to play keys, but I'll save that painstaking process for my guitar and bass guitar playing. 

The debate rages in my head over the benefits vs. drawbacks of purchasing a gaming PC. 

Benefits:
-Badass gaming 

Drawbacks:

-Loss of social life/time

-Money pit

listen to this:

El Caco - The Glow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWkqF1LYN_g

Vensets

http://vensets.bandcamp.com

We're online. Click it, listen to it, tag it, share it, bombastically blast it or just shake to it. Vensets is up. Thursday July 26th at Duffy's Tavern is our debut show.

Where else are we going to pilot this mothership?

The moon rises from the darkness to pull on the strings of our foolish dreams. The trouble with trouble is that it is exhilarating and all too much fun before the consequences set in. What illness slowly breaks you? Healthy doses of skeptical resolutions run amok in the unclean streets...

Surrounded By Toys

My friend Jess has encouraged me to continue writing here, proving that it is not only robots from the Ukraine that read these words. SHOUT OUT!~ I have been absent from inking the internet for a few moments, but I have not been idle. My band Vensets has been putting in good hours tweaking our energy into something that ought to be worth a listen. Tentatively, the 26th of July might be our debut (at Duffy's Tavern). Next stop Berlin. =) Last night I discovered that Garageband will automatically make Reason into a slave, allowing me to record live instruments along to a drum machine... Forest Tree might just take a turn for the hectic.


My shoulder blades feel like they are falling out of my back. What a dumb feeling. I want to be a cyborg and avoid all these aches. Superhuman strength and conditioning would just be a bonus. I've busted my body (and soul) working for a large corporation and now all I get besides a paycheque big enough to survive is a quickly failing body and expectations of more and more bending over. I don't want to be a bossman anymore. I'm quite content clocking in and out, doing honest work and then spending my free time feeling alive. Exploiting people is not me, so why did I ever want to be a bossman anyways? Money is nice in that it allows you to do and acquire nice things, but too much of it corrupts the soul in my mind. Having all that power doesn't mean you are inherently superior to anyone else; you're still going to eat, shit and die like the rest of us. Maybe your toilet bowl will sparkle more, your food will be served in more seclusion and your funeral will cost more, but acclimatization will distort your perception of it all anyways. More important are things like: feeling well, sharing love, spending your short life experiencing/creating wonders, and health. YEAH.