My camera said if I take one more selfie, my ass will get as fat enough to cover Manhattan (i.e. like Kim Kardashian).
Today has given up enough Silas selfies to last, well, for the rest of my life. This has nothing to do with my age as I didn't like having my picture taken, well, ever. One thing I learned early is if you're the one with the camera then you rarely end up in the pictures. I liked that arrangement just fine and shot all kinds of family pictures ... but I'm in hardly any of them (larfs).
There are much more important things like wondering how is it even possible for Carly Fiorina to get less votes than Mike Huckabee.
(Ed: that's not important)
It's kind of funny to watch, tho. It's like watching "The Gong Show" except we get to gong rich people and Fiorina sure can't buy a thrill (sob). GONG!
Mystery Lady, I just realized I flubbed a question and, no, I don't think I do know the number. I show three but I'm not sure which is the right one. If it would work better for me to try calling you then I sure want to do it because it's not working so well the other way around. I understand if I call you may not be able to answer. No worries about that.
The video from tonight had some sensational stuff in it but it also had a bucket of clams. Some people like having a bucket of clams. We are not among those people. You could probably get the same textural experience as from clams by scraping chewing gum of a Walmart parking lot ... but we don't want to know.
The speedball guitar stuff had some blazing moves. It also had Silas losing the count and I don't lose the beat but rather the count and you can hear I'm chasing it to try to get it back but that should have been an abort. There's a lot with incredible speed and it's accurate ... but there's also that bucket and I still hate clams. They aren't real clams as in wrong notes but rather it's the count. Sometimes the whole deal with a trill (i.e. three or more notes played repeatedly in succession) is to play it as quickly as possible but don't lose track of how many times, Professor Einstein.
Note: colleagues in Einstein's chamber music group said he couldn't count worth a damn (seriously).
(Ed: so you think you are like Einstein?)
Well, if cooking a fish sandwich is like blowing off an atomic bomb then sure ... I'm just like him.
Matthew Childs said with such passion when we were young teenage fellows, "I hate Einstein."
His voice would be dripping with such vehemence, enmity and loathing and I kind of admired how much he hated him. I didn't think it was a reasonable hatred but Matthew was such a marvelous volcanic hotbed of hostility. I don't know what became of him but I hope he channeled that power into some pastime other than, well, serial killing or something.
Note: he was a good kid who was passionate about antiwar and was mortified in the full realization of the capability of atomic weapons. I assume he did well as he was quite brilliant.
Some kind of bizarro musical transformation seems to have happened since playing loose improv jams has always been my greatest pleasure, sense of accomplishment, artistic redemption, all them thangs ... but ... "The End of the World in Fort Worth" gave a tremendous bang of feeling composerish and all manner of unimaginable and seemingly unattainable coolness.
The step as yet incomplete is to add the song to the "Ride the Dragon" CD but I will record it again for that. The video version has some (cough) imprecise moves and it was a conscious decision to let it ride that way because I do believe there's an added sense of authenticity ... but ... that's no good for CD because there isn't the visual to connect things. If there is only the sound and there is a mistake in it, you're down.
The biggest questionable item is recording a video for Tinkerbell because she's one in the family who actually likes the music (larfs) ... but ... she can't watch videos with lasers because a brain injury whacked that from her and flashing lights, particularly strobes, can cause problems. This is also true for people with epilepsy and that's why the warnings on YouTube. That may seem dramatic but not if you have ever seen anyone go into that kind of convulsions.
It seems not a huge technical challenge as best to use only the LEDs for color and to shut down all the lasers, etc. Actually, with only LEDs and also smoke, I would like to see what it looks like.
Overwhelming video has concerns for that reason but it won't stop me from doing it because I need extreme video to make these things. I hope it's clear I'm not trying to hide being bald or some such as that's irrelevant to me. I want the lasers in this which rock shows, even big ones, really didn't deliver. They have worries about wimpy stuff like burning people's eyes out with them. Here at the Rockhouse we are a wee bit (i.e. a lot) more lackadaisical about such things.
I need more lasers. You can see in the video the blue is strong as are the dual red lasers. There greens make an apathetic effort and the purples ran off with Goldilocks or the Three Pigs or who knows where they went. The four-beam laser unit is highly-compelling because it's delivered for close to $150. That can't happen until the green screen is resolved and it's not an immediate priority because there is no plan as yet to use lasers in "Andromeda Weeps" but that depends on pulling in a green screen.
That juggling is a pleasure, not a lament. It would be a peach if people throw some jingle to the Donate box up there because the regulars know it already, the Rockhouse is about as stony broke as it's possible to get. Everything I don't eat goes for the music. If'n it ain't goin' inside me then it must be for the music.
I would like to make some money on this but my biggest concern is paying for more kit. The green screen and an additional laser unit are on the immediate to very soon list and the cameras would be upgraded to pro quality if it were possible. That's $2500 a copy and multiples from there. Ideally there would be at least two but one would give a premium primary image and then the other cameras become adjuncts to it.
This one comes up over and over because the long-time regulars know what my standard photography was like and the focus was so sharp you could slice tomatoes with it. The current video cameras only approach that and, even then, only with quite a bit of light. That pro precision is what the jingle buys and that's what the Donate box means.
I don't own a car but I don't want one. There is zero interest in acquisition of anything which doesn't make the music sound better or more interesting or makes it possible to do a better job of capturing it and filming it.
The Marlboro Challenge comes up shortly. One and a half packs remain. Then it's right up in my face: how bad do you want the green screen, bitch?
(Ed: why build that up to a huge confrontation?)
Seems necessary.
Everything is amazingly cool. Some aspects of life are a cold nightmare but, so long as they don't actively hurt, my attitude is fuck it. That's not despairing and you need to get the inflection right. That's fuck it and, yah, wave one hand in the air with the traditional 'fuck it, man' gesture.
(Ed: what gesture is that?)
There is no gesture because, you know, fuck it, man.
(Ed: thanks. That explains everything.)
I thought it might.
Apart from the fuck it (waves hand in the air) parts, things really are amazingly cool. There's a comfort with being a musician because, even to me, it's obvious Silas is a musician. Who knows if he is any good or bad but it's real.
"The End of the World in Fort Worth" was a major thing for me and it's kozmik as to world's ending and starting but that was the cut to where I really need to be doing things in a composerish way rather than only improv. The improv wasn't wrong but this has taken on a huge importance. That world really did sort of end and that's what came from tonight. It was a hoot doing those looney jams and with lasers all over but "Andromeda Weeps" is what I really want to get happening.
Sorry about all the blather but wrapping that song took months and months so there's a bit of, well, what the hell just happened. Mostly it has reset standards and pushed them higher.
It must not be all that unusual to see things which are not there because architects must do it. They can't just start at a drafting table, making lines, and continuing until it looks coherent.
"Heya, Hank. Take a look. It's turning into a skyscraper, man. Who knew!"
All the cities look at night likes a penis farm in which there are hundreds of penises of all sizes, all with lights all over them. Sometimes we wonder, uh, is there anything, anything at all, you would like to build except another fucking skyscraper? They want the whole world to look like it is made of Legos.
I thought it might be unusual to visualize my videos and have been a bit cagey about them because I think, whoa, maybe people think this is striking a pose likes he thinks he is fookin' Kreskin, the Magical Mentalist from Milwaukee.
(Ed: was he really from Milwaukee?)
No idea.
Yah, I do apologize for all the blather. It's kind of self-congratulations for visualizing The End of the World and delivering it with that visual largely realized. The regulars saw it really did do what I said it would and it wasn't vapor. Delivering that is a big deal to me.
All the trips tonight hammered back to get cracking on "Andromeda Weeps" because she's so far along and any interruption is just wasting time.
(Ed: not funny)
Nope.
Rick Santorum is funny. Nobody knows if he is still running for President.
(Ed: what does he do that's funny?)
Everything he does is funny. That he doesn't know it's funny makes it all the better.
(Ed: who are you to feel you're smarter than Rick Santorum?)
Dude, an ant farm is intellectually superior to Rick Santorum.
Today has given up enough Silas selfies to last, well, for the rest of my life. This has nothing to do with my age as I didn't like having my picture taken, well, ever. One thing I learned early is if you're the one with the camera then you rarely end up in the pictures. I liked that arrangement just fine and shot all kinds of family pictures ... but I'm in hardly any of them (larfs).
There are much more important things like wondering how is it even possible for Carly Fiorina to get less votes than Mike Huckabee.
(Ed: that's not important)
It's kind of funny to watch, tho. It's like watching "The Gong Show" except we get to gong rich people and Fiorina sure can't buy a thrill (sob). GONG!
Mystery Lady, I just realized I flubbed a question and, no, I don't think I do know the number. I show three but I'm not sure which is the right one. If it would work better for me to try calling you then I sure want to do it because it's not working so well the other way around. I understand if I call you may not be able to answer. No worries about that.
The video from tonight had some sensational stuff in it but it also had a bucket of clams. Some people like having a bucket of clams. We are not among those people. You could probably get the same textural experience as from clams by scraping chewing gum of a Walmart parking lot ... but we don't want to know.
The speedball guitar stuff had some blazing moves. It also had Silas losing the count and I don't lose the beat but rather the count and you can hear I'm chasing it to try to get it back but that should have been an abort. There's a lot with incredible speed and it's accurate ... but there's also that bucket and I still hate clams. They aren't real clams as in wrong notes but rather it's the count. Sometimes the whole deal with a trill (i.e. three or more notes played repeatedly in succession) is to play it as quickly as possible but don't lose track of how many times, Professor Einstein.
Note: colleagues in Einstein's chamber music group said he couldn't count worth a damn (seriously).
(Ed: so you think you are like Einstein?)
Well, if cooking a fish sandwich is like blowing off an atomic bomb then sure ... I'm just like him.
Matthew Childs said with such passion when we were young teenage fellows, "I hate Einstein."
His voice would be dripping with such vehemence, enmity and loathing and I kind of admired how much he hated him. I didn't think it was a reasonable hatred but Matthew was such a marvelous volcanic hotbed of hostility. I don't know what became of him but I hope he channeled that power into some pastime other than, well, serial killing or something.
Note: he was a good kid who was passionate about antiwar and was mortified in the full realization of the capability of atomic weapons. I assume he did well as he was quite brilliant.
Some kind of bizarro musical transformation seems to have happened since playing loose improv jams has always been my greatest pleasure, sense of accomplishment, artistic redemption, all them thangs ... but ... "The End of the World in Fort Worth" gave a tremendous bang of feeling composerish and all manner of unimaginable and seemingly unattainable coolness.
The step as yet incomplete is to add the song to the "Ride the Dragon" CD but I will record it again for that. The video version has some (cough) imprecise moves and it was a conscious decision to let it ride that way because I do believe there's an added sense of authenticity ... but ... that's no good for CD because there isn't the visual to connect things. If there is only the sound and there is a mistake in it, you're down.
The biggest questionable item is recording a video for Tinkerbell because she's one in the family who actually likes the music (larfs) ... but ... she can't watch videos with lasers because a brain injury whacked that from her and flashing lights, particularly strobes, can cause problems. This is also true for people with epilepsy and that's why the warnings on YouTube. That may seem dramatic but not if you have ever seen anyone go into that kind of convulsions.
It seems not a huge technical challenge as best to use only the LEDs for color and to shut down all the lasers, etc. Actually, with only LEDs and also smoke, I would like to see what it looks like.
Overwhelming video has concerns for that reason but it won't stop me from doing it because I need extreme video to make these things. I hope it's clear I'm not trying to hide being bald or some such as that's irrelevant to me. I want the lasers in this which rock shows, even big ones, really didn't deliver. They have worries about wimpy stuff like burning people's eyes out with them. Here at the Rockhouse we are a wee bit (i.e. a lot) more lackadaisical about such things.
I need more lasers. You can see in the video the blue is strong as are the dual red lasers. There greens make an apathetic effort and the purples ran off with Goldilocks or the Three Pigs or who knows where they went. The four-beam laser unit is highly-compelling because it's delivered for close to $150. That can't happen until the green screen is resolved and it's not an immediate priority because there is no plan as yet to use lasers in "Andromeda Weeps" but that depends on pulling in a green screen.
That juggling is a pleasure, not a lament. It would be a peach if people throw some jingle to the Donate box up there because the regulars know it already, the Rockhouse is about as stony broke as it's possible to get. Everything I don't eat goes for the music. If'n it ain't goin' inside me then it must be for the music.
I would like to make some money on this but my biggest concern is paying for more kit. The green screen and an additional laser unit are on the immediate to very soon list and the cameras would be upgraded to pro quality if it were possible. That's $2500 a copy and multiples from there. Ideally there would be at least two but one would give a premium primary image and then the other cameras become adjuncts to it.
This one comes up over and over because the long-time regulars know what my standard photography was like and the focus was so sharp you could slice tomatoes with it. The current video cameras only approach that and, even then, only with quite a bit of light. That pro precision is what the jingle buys and that's what the Donate box means.
I don't own a car but I don't want one. There is zero interest in acquisition of anything which doesn't make the music sound better or more interesting or makes it possible to do a better job of capturing it and filming it.
The Marlboro Challenge comes up shortly. One and a half packs remain. Then it's right up in my face: how bad do you want the green screen, bitch?
(Ed: why build that up to a huge confrontation?)
Seems necessary.
Everything is amazingly cool. Some aspects of life are a cold nightmare but, so long as they don't actively hurt, my attitude is fuck it. That's not despairing and you need to get the inflection right. That's fuck it and, yah, wave one hand in the air with the traditional 'fuck it, man' gesture.
(Ed: what gesture is that?)
There is no gesture because, you know, fuck it, man.
(Ed: thanks. That explains everything.)
I thought it might.
Apart from the fuck it (waves hand in the air) parts, things really are amazingly cool. There's a comfort with being a musician because, even to me, it's obvious Silas is a musician. Who knows if he is any good or bad but it's real.
"The End of the World in Fort Worth" was a major thing for me and it's kozmik as to world's ending and starting but that was the cut to where I really need to be doing things in a composerish way rather than only improv. The improv wasn't wrong but this has taken on a huge importance. That world really did sort of end and that's what came from tonight. It was a hoot doing those looney jams and with lasers all over but "Andromeda Weeps" is what I really want to get happening.
Sorry about all the blather but wrapping that song took months and months so there's a bit of, well, what the hell just happened. Mostly it has reset standards and pushed them higher.
It must not be all that unusual to see things which are not there because architects must do it. They can't just start at a drafting table, making lines, and continuing until it looks coherent.
"Heya, Hank. Take a look. It's turning into a skyscraper, man. Who knew!"
All the cities look at night likes a penis farm in which there are hundreds of penises of all sizes, all with lights all over them. Sometimes we wonder, uh, is there anything, anything at all, you would like to build except another fucking skyscraper? They want the whole world to look like it is made of Legos.
I thought it might be unusual to visualize my videos and have been a bit cagey about them because I think, whoa, maybe people think this is striking a pose likes he thinks he is fookin' Kreskin, the Magical Mentalist from Milwaukee.
(Ed: was he really from Milwaukee?)
No idea.
Yah, I do apologize for all the blather. It's kind of self-congratulations for visualizing The End of the World and delivering it with that visual largely realized. The regulars saw it really did do what I said it would and it wasn't vapor. Delivering that is a big deal to me.
All the trips tonight hammered back to get cracking on "Andromeda Weeps" because she's so far along and any interruption is just wasting time.
(Ed: not funny)
Nope.
Rick Santorum is funny. Nobody knows if he is still running for President.
(Ed: what does he do that's funny?)
Everything he does is funny. That he doesn't know it's funny makes it all the better.
(Ed: who are you to feel you're smarter than Rick Santorum?)
Dude, an ant farm is intellectually superior to Rick Santorum.
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