Friday, August 26, 2005

NP:Converge-Fault and Fracture

why do i spend so much time on internet blogs and myspace groups?

this isn't angst ridden, it's a serious psychological querry. why do i check Myspace as often as i do? why do i type stuff in here nearly everyday? are people reading it and too busy/aloof/frightened to comment, or is no one looking? why do i care enough to ask these questions? it's only the internet.

i tell myself i'm just stretching my writing muscles, or exploiting the free advirtising for my band or my lyrics, "getting my name out there" so to speak. but why have i chosen an avenue rich with borderline stalkers, 13 year old drug addicts, and semi-delusional celebrity obsessed nitwits?

an old friend informed my of how she couldn't understand how i could join the "insta-clique" of Myspace. that it was a place for the stupid and the obsessive. she's right. i try to have fun with it, do my own thing and enjoy myself while laughing at the idiots and checking out the good music.

JUST LIKE REAL LIFE.

that's all it is, people. an overexagerated microchosim of the human expierence, at least my human expierence. no more, a little bit less. that is all.

Thursday, August 25, 2005




In Heaven
Everything is fine

In Heaven
Everything is fine

In Heaven
Everything is fine
You got your good thing
And I've got mine

In Heaven
Everything is fine

In Heaven
Everything is fine

In Heaven
Everything is fine
You got a your good thing
And you've got mine

In Heaven
Everything is fine

In Heaven

In Heaven
Everything is fine
You've got a your good thing
And you've got mine

In Heaven
Every thing is fine

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

finished the first volume of my summer 2005 mix CDR;

The Red Chord - Fixation on Plastics
Eyehategod - I Am the Gestapo
Skitsystem - Helvetesmarchen
Combatwoundedveteran - 15 Minutes on a Forklift
Scrotum Grinder - You are my Favorite Line in the Worst Song Ever Written
Coalesce - Burn Everything That Bears Our Name
Yob - Exorcism of the Host
Coffins - Into the Coffin
Tragedy - Confessions of a Suicide Advocate
Dystopia - Hands that Mold
Premonitions of War - Written In
Benumb - title escapes me right now, something off the P.O.W. split
Bolt Thrower - Embers
Made Out Of Babies - Gut Shoveler

volume 2 will probably be made next week, featuring everyone from Anaal Nathrakh to Bonnie "Prince" Billy.
it's rock and roll, it's blues based but not always obviously blues music.... But it is probably more interesting to blather on about that really, what we try to do is make music with a purpose no different than others who create music: Sound as a means of communication. Which is to say music that creates a sense of community, as in: "You are not alone in feeling devastatingly alone." This is completely, humbly normal as a musical goal. But to be sure we are very conscious of trying hard to make sound that moves a listener; to create meaningful, evocative music.
Lately I've been thinking about how sound has the great ability to get into the receiver's brain like scent does, a non verbal, non visual experience of communication. This is perhaps undervalued or at least under expressed simply because of a lack of common verbal language to convey these non-verbal sensations. I mean, using words to describe something non-verbal can be a problem. Take for example wine writing and the fairly ridiculous (when taken out of context) way people describe the taste and aroma of something complex like good wine. A term like "cat pee" does not for everyone evoke anticipation of a pleasurable experience. Of course one difference between our music and good wine is the emotional content. Similarity? Stains your dress.


- Eugene Robinson of Oxbow.