Even before I was sure if I would stay awake or go back to the sofa, I was hearing about Oathkeepers and how they really want to protect us.
The despair from seeing the effects of the propaganda was on me immediately. That despair is under my control but the propaganda is not and I see how it works via YouTube where they play the fears of my friend in the same way as Trump does it in the foreground with his mad political posturing or ISIS does it in the Middle East.
The things propagandists say have little variation but they're becoming ever better at making that kind of thing more presentable and less like a rally for Hitler Jugend.
That anyone believes the spiteful, hateful rubbish spewed by such people is what brings the despair, particularly after writing so much on the subject, when so many have read it, and still these vile, heavily-armed movements manage to beguile, intimidate, and undermine any thought of democratic process in the country.
There are those of us who accept the fact of differences between people and want to find some way to find a peaceful existence in the country rather than living in something enforced down the barrel of a gun by self-appointed armed missionaries.
Usually the ganja sits in the background until later but I'll be blowing a bowl right now. It's the peace in a country gone mad. America wasn't always full of hateful, fearful people but it's sure as hell got a bumper crop of them now. They aren't usually like that but the propaganda has inflamed them.
It may seem "The Sanctuary Song" is a way to avoid or hide from the hateful ones but it's not true because they will kill us inside the Sanctuary if they can get away with it. Perhaps you remember in "The Patriot" in which the Tories burned the church with all the parishioners inside it.
The Sanctuary isn't an escape but an alternative. It's like America when it said send us your poor and huddled masses.
(Ed: how does anyone find Sanctuary when you still haven't released the damn song?)
Well, that's a good point, Dagwood.
There are some philosophical points which are illustrated nicely by the delay: going slower increases quality and a headlong drive for productivity actually reduces it.
(Ed: don't be throwing me fish, Maestro. Where is the fookin' song?)
Last night was a review of just what the hell will you do to make the song better the next time it's recorded. After listening to the song / watching the video several more times last night, there's not much more. The vocal for Take 3 wasn't quite what it was in Take 2 and the guitar lead can always get tighter. Neither of those are complicated, structural changes to the song and mean only play it again, Sam.
Part of the problem in finishing the song is in the hours here. By the time the light is right, etc and it's time to record, I'm wiped-out and ready to crash.
(Ed: perhaps I wasn't clear enough. We don't want fish and we don't want to hear excuses.)
It's no excuse, only timing. Tonight looks like a good shot at it and probably with a dry run in the afternoon. The laptop will be used to engage another camera and there won't be an attempt to hang it in the light rack even though that would make a ridiculously cool viewpoint.
The shoot this time will be to five cams and one audio track. Maximum use of available resources. Two of the cams are computers but the laptop is pleased about that because it hasn't done anything for months.
Something I really liked in the last one is it finally captured the Galaxy Guitar with her stars twinkling and I definitely want more of that. The 'annihilation of self' hasn't been mentioned lately but that has been satisfactory since, even with that many cams, you still can't identify the musician. That's the last piece of vagueness because it's important to know the guitarist isn't hiding and the point is no identity rather than anonymity. Pop quiz: portray the concept of ego in a video.
Could be tonight for the final. We shall see.
Hmm ... didn't get around to the ganja but even thinking about music works the same. How about that.
The despair from seeing the effects of the propaganda was on me immediately. That despair is under my control but the propaganda is not and I see how it works via YouTube where they play the fears of my friend in the same way as Trump does it in the foreground with his mad political posturing or ISIS does it in the Middle East.
The things propagandists say have little variation but they're becoming ever better at making that kind of thing more presentable and less like a rally for Hitler Jugend.
That anyone believes the spiteful, hateful rubbish spewed by such people is what brings the despair, particularly after writing so much on the subject, when so many have read it, and still these vile, heavily-armed movements manage to beguile, intimidate, and undermine any thought of democratic process in the country.
There are those of us who accept the fact of differences between people and want to find some way to find a peaceful existence in the country rather than living in something enforced down the barrel of a gun by self-appointed armed missionaries.
Usually the ganja sits in the background until later but I'll be blowing a bowl right now. It's the peace in a country gone mad. America wasn't always full of hateful, fearful people but it's sure as hell got a bumper crop of them now. They aren't usually like that but the propaganda has inflamed them.
It may seem "The Sanctuary Song" is a way to avoid or hide from the hateful ones but it's not true because they will kill us inside the Sanctuary if they can get away with it. Perhaps you remember in "The Patriot" in which the Tories burned the church with all the parishioners inside it.
The Sanctuary isn't an escape but an alternative. It's like America when it said send us your poor and huddled masses.
(Ed: how does anyone find Sanctuary when you still haven't released the damn song?)
Well, that's a good point, Dagwood.
There are some philosophical points which are illustrated nicely by the delay: going slower increases quality and a headlong drive for productivity actually reduces it.
(Ed: don't be throwing me fish, Maestro. Where is the fookin' song?)
Last night was a review of just what the hell will you do to make the song better the next time it's recorded. After listening to the song / watching the video several more times last night, there's not much more. The vocal for Take 3 wasn't quite what it was in Take 2 and the guitar lead can always get tighter. Neither of those are complicated, structural changes to the song and mean only play it again, Sam.
Part of the problem in finishing the song is in the hours here. By the time the light is right, etc and it's time to record, I'm wiped-out and ready to crash.
(Ed: perhaps I wasn't clear enough. We don't want fish and we don't want to hear excuses.)
It's no excuse, only timing. Tonight looks like a good shot at it and probably with a dry run in the afternoon. The laptop will be used to engage another camera and there won't be an attempt to hang it in the light rack even though that would make a ridiculously cool viewpoint.
The shoot this time will be to five cams and one audio track. Maximum use of available resources. Two of the cams are computers but the laptop is pleased about that because it hasn't done anything for months.
Something I really liked in the last one is it finally captured the Galaxy Guitar with her stars twinkling and I definitely want more of that. The 'annihilation of self' hasn't been mentioned lately but that has been satisfactory since, even with that many cams, you still can't identify the musician. That's the last piece of vagueness because it's important to know the guitarist isn't hiding and the point is no identity rather than anonymity. Pop quiz: portray the concept of ego in a video.
Could be tonight for the final. We shall see.
Hmm ... didn't get around to the ganja but even thinking about music works the same. How about that.
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