my new obsession:
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
"Well I don't really want to get into it, but these three girls live underground...No, no, he can die, but he lives forever because he can come back whenever he wants."
-Andrew McGill
Phone conversations we walk in on are so odd.
I think that I hear angels in my ears.
It sounds like throwing marbles against a mirror
-andy
-Andrew McGill
Phone conversations we walk in on are so odd.
I think that I hear angels in my ears.
It sounds like throwing marbles against a mirror
-andy
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
It's not that I lost an arm or a leg,
It's not like that at all I guess. It's more along the lines of my arm or leg just ended up running away from my body. Although you can function and do the normal tasks that you do on a day-to-day basis, you can't do them as effective or as well as you did before. The only trick to this scenario is that in my case, i'm fully aware that my arm or leg will come back to me and attach itself to my body.
Even with all of that though, I still have to live with the fact that I don't know WHEN my missing limb will return back to my well functioning body. In the meantime, just like people who have lost limbs, I will learn how to cope without it within time, and when it returns to me, I'll have an improved body.
Sorry for the analogy. But this has happened several times in the past in cases that I've run across. Specifically the departure of Tomas Olano. In this situation The Eastern Sea suffered for a while as they tried to attach temporary parts to their already functioning body of music. although Tomas wasn't the MAIN guy in the band, he contributed a large portion to the music, feel, and overall central scope on where they should go. It is very apparent that his role was irreplaceable, not as a bassist, but as a member of the creative union. After returning, the eastern sea had maintained a working and (excuse the bias) perhaps best live set up it's had ever. Once Tomas reunited, the band appeared to be an improved body of music. Tomas= limb, Eastern Sea=body.
Now why the hell am I talking about this?
Well if you're reading this because you know me, then you should feel ashamed for asking me that. If you're a rando who found my blog, then I'll be happy to fill you in:
I have a best friend. And by best friend, I mean there are few people in your life that you feel spiritually connected to. It makes me sad to think that there are still people that exist in my day-to-day interactions that may not know of whom i'm speaking. The person that I'm referring to, of course, is Ricky Jaen.
The old soul trapped in a child's body. Both the old man and the child never agree with each other, and so they end up discovering things to teach the two sides of his personality. As a result, he becomes frustrated, obsessed, and (quite literally) insane when trying to express his imagination through any physical, vocal, or mental outlet. Because of this battle of the two ages within his body, he forever tries to find a way to seek the complete inner tranquility that he has already far surpassed long ago. I don't think that any other being in this world has inspired me more than Ricky. Together we've created universes that would never exist, and (at times) possibly should never have existed. He is my best friend, and his journey is beyond what I can help him with now.
No. he's not dead.
He's moved to Spain. He'll stay there until it is time for him to leave. If you haven't ever met him, then I would make it a point at some time in your life to introduce yourself. Your life will be blessed, and he will be eternally grateful for coming into contact with another human being. He is my arm and my leg, he is my best friend and my greatest inspiration. I will see you soon, good friend, enjoy your travels and continue your magic.
-andy
It's not like that at all I guess. It's more along the lines of my arm or leg just ended up running away from my body. Although you can function and do the normal tasks that you do on a day-to-day basis, you can't do them as effective or as well as you did before. The only trick to this scenario is that in my case, i'm fully aware that my arm or leg will come back to me and attach itself to my body.
Even with all of that though, I still have to live with the fact that I don't know WHEN my missing limb will return back to my well functioning body. In the meantime, just like people who have lost limbs, I will learn how to cope without it within time, and when it returns to me, I'll have an improved body.
Sorry for the analogy. But this has happened several times in the past in cases that I've run across. Specifically the departure of Tomas Olano. In this situation The Eastern Sea suffered for a while as they tried to attach temporary parts to their already functioning body of music. although Tomas wasn't the MAIN guy in the band, he contributed a large portion to the music, feel, and overall central scope on where they should go. It is very apparent that his role was irreplaceable, not as a bassist, but as a member of the creative union. After returning, the eastern sea had maintained a working and (excuse the bias) perhaps best live set up it's had ever. Once Tomas reunited, the band appeared to be an improved body of music. Tomas= limb, Eastern Sea=body.
Now why the hell am I talking about this?
Well if you're reading this because you know me, then you should feel ashamed for asking me that. If you're a rando who found my blog, then I'll be happy to fill you in:
I have a best friend. And by best friend, I mean there are few people in your life that you feel spiritually connected to. It makes me sad to think that there are still people that exist in my day-to-day interactions that may not know of whom i'm speaking. The person that I'm referring to, of course, is Ricky Jaen.
The old soul trapped in a child's body. Both the old man and the child never agree with each other, and so they end up discovering things to teach the two sides of his personality. As a result, he becomes frustrated, obsessed, and (quite literally) insane when trying to express his imagination through any physical, vocal, or mental outlet. Because of this battle of the two ages within his body, he forever tries to find a way to seek the complete inner tranquility that he has already far surpassed long ago. I don't think that any other being in this world has inspired me more than Ricky. Together we've created universes that would never exist, and (at times) possibly should never have existed. He is my best friend, and his journey is beyond what I can help him with now.
No. he's not dead.
He's moved to Spain. He'll stay there until it is time for him to leave. If you haven't ever met him, then I would make it a point at some time in your life to introduce yourself. Your life will be blessed, and he will be eternally grateful for coming into contact with another human being. He is my arm and my leg, he is my best friend and my greatest inspiration. I will see you soon, good friend, enjoy your travels and continue your magic.
-andy
Sunday, August 23, 2009
All I want is a fishin' pole
I want some chicks that will lay
I want a dog to howl around
I want a small lake
but all I need is a stick and a string
cuz all I really want is a fishin' pole
No, really.
Catch your own fish,
Eat your own catch
Find some chicks that'll lay
that'll lay all day
A dog to howl around
I want a small lake
But all I need is a stick and a string
Cuz all I want is a fishin' pole
I want some chicks that will lay
I want a dog to howl around
I want a small lake
but all I need is a stick and a string
cuz all I really want is a fishin' pole
No, really.
Catch your own fish,
Eat your own catch
Find some chicks that'll lay
that'll lay all day
A dog to howl around
I want a small lake
But all I need is a stick and a string
Cuz all I want is a fishin' pole
Friday, August 21, 2009
I made a trade
Spencer found a place in my heart.
Although his stereo hurt my feelings and his brakes weren't something to write home about, he's been a loyal vehicle to me.
I've slept inside this black SUV on multiple occasions, and gone to far away lands without even asking his permission.
Now why am I saying goodbye to spencer?
Well. it's not goodbye. it's- "see you soon."
Is that alright? I think it is.. I'm trading him for my brother's Avalon for about a year.
Jimmy needs something to carry his canoe, and his car isn't capable enough.
Spencer will oblige.
So what am I getting out of this?
Well. I'm getting a low to the ground luxury car. It's leather and has a smooth ride.
Is it worth trading for spencer?
all the memories, the feeling you get when you change gears, the broken gidgets and gadgets...
no.
But i will do it anyway for about a year.
Although I SHOULD be writing a blog about Ricky, Caitlin, or Grease being missed, I feel that it is appropriate to begin my depression over the loss of a guy that has been with me whenEVER i needed him, without question.
Good ol boy, Spencer.
You will be dearly, dreadfully missed.
2006:
Although his stereo hurt my feelings and his brakes weren't something to write home about, he's been a loyal vehicle to me.
I've slept inside this black SUV on multiple occasions, and gone to far away lands without even asking his permission.
Now why am I saying goodbye to spencer?
Well. it's not goodbye. it's- "see you soon."
Is that alright? I think it is.. I'm trading him for my brother's Avalon for about a year.
Jimmy needs something to carry his canoe, and his car isn't capable enough.
Spencer will oblige.
So what am I getting out of this?
Well. I'm getting a low to the ground luxury car. It's leather and has a smooth ride.
Is it worth trading for spencer?
all the memories, the feeling you get when you change gears, the broken gidgets and gadgets...
no.
But i will do it anyway for about a year.
Although I SHOULD be writing a blog about Ricky, Caitlin, or Grease being missed, I feel that it is appropriate to begin my depression over the loss of a guy that has been with me whenEVER i needed him, without question.
Good ol boy, Spencer.
You will be dearly, dreadfully missed.
2006:
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Music is just a bunch of lines put together in a cool way.
Well, by lines I mean soundwaves. Just wavy lines. And you just place these wavy lines in a certain fashion and it is appealing to the person who witnesses it.
So check it:
We not only make these lines happen, but we now have the technology to RECORD and VISUALLY see them and PLACE them in whatever order we want by the use of computer programs and other machines.
So lines are moments in recorded time.
We move around these moment lines in whatever way we want. When the lines are parallel and compliment each other, we have music.
that, my friends, is the real theory behind music. just wavy lines of recorded moments placed together in a pleasing way.
...i need to go to sleep, maybe i won't be homeless tomorrow?
-andy
Well, by lines I mean soundwaves. Just wavy lines. And you just place these wavy lines in a certain fashion and it is appealing to the person who witnesses it.
So check it:
We not only make these lines happen, but we now have the technology to RECORD and VISUALLY see them and PLACE them in whatever order we want by the use of computer programs and other machines.
So lines are moments in recorded time.
We move around these moment lines in whatever way we want. When the lines are parallel and compliment each other, we have music.
that, my friends, is the real theory behind music. just wavy lines of recorded moments placed together in a pleasing way.
...i need to go to sleep, maybe i won't be homeless tomorrow?
-andy
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
hahaha
Why do I love Underworld so much?
Why did I stay and listen to the music during the credits?
This is Ghosts on the radio. They love underworld more than me.
(www.myspace.com/ghostsontheradio)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
I was born at the stroke of midnight on March 16, 1986.
I find myself constantly questioning the astrological significance of this, but because Pisces' tend to have a weakness in laziness and pleasure over work, I've not yet found the answer.
I'm a nomad, and I live for the sun. I have no home, and my life is completely unstable. I can only be trusted with the responsibility of a beta fish.
Last night I drank with the old sandwich guy from the cafeteria. You remember him? Richard? His twin is in a keyboard and synthesizer only band called "synth amphetamine".
osem.
I'm a nomad, and I live for the sun. I have no home, and my life is completely unstable. I can only be trusted with the responsibility of a beta fish.
Last night I drank with the old sandwich guy from the cafeteria. You remember him? Richard? His twin is in a keyboard and synthesizer only band called "synth amphetamine".
osem.
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