"Ruci In Za Sukai."
Just when I was going to mention Japan's influence on my neo-Bretto-psychedelic songs, I find this on Momus's livejournal. So just think of the first paragraph as a supplement to my State of the Music Address posting.
...And check out the song, too. The sound reminds me of a song I am writing about Sir Andrew Monopolis.
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Sunday, February 27, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
anything you can do, I can do better.
I just find this really funny:
Zimbabwean female runner actually a man
What's even funnier is that the guy's name is one letter away from "Shithole".
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I just find this really funny:
Zimbabwean female runner actually a man
What's even funnier is that the guy's name is one letter away from "Shithole".
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Tuesday, February 22, 2005
by the way
I continually get junk mail from a company that, as far as I can tell, has some wierd system of coming up with random sender names. Today I got mail from these people:
Cyndreka Manston
Balty Wingfield
Courlette Leverer
They kind of sound normal at first, but would you ever name your child Balty Wingfield?
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I continually get junk mail from a company that, as far as I can tell, has some wierd system of coming up with random sender names. Today I got mail from these people:
Cyndreka Manston
Balty Wingfield
Courlette Leverer
They kind of sound normal at first, but would you ever name your child Balty Wingfield?
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Sunday, February 20, 2005
the new singles.
The music page has been refurnished with some new songs. Simply click here. (there's also the old link at the bottom of this page. Gya ha huh duh...) I also must give thanks to Sir Cody for his expertise in website craft.
I've always liked Brian Eno's thing about never releasing the lyrics to his songs, but hell, just this once...
Steel Tube Stallions
I heard the stork was rummaging for infants. Demand was reaching over with his glove. But as regal as he was he was no eagle that's because he'd never gone out with the gypsies in the sea.
We saw the fires burning on a cactus. Yukon eyes held vigil under swollen lights. But a dandy is a dandy still, no matter what he says, and you can touch him when he's opening your throat. And Jack and Jill were playing ill with chronic writer's block among the Basilisks who DJed in the clubs.
(futurist guitar sequence)
Give me hell just one more time with feeling. Give me all the bullets in your teeth. Cause I've gotta find a preacher with a name like Funny Cide who can release me from this day-glo imagery. And I've gone with neon honeys to the bar outside of town where we can choke on some electric lion cakes.
Brownsville
I stepped off the train one day in Brownsville, I stepped off the train that day to find my little lady'd gone up to the windmill, Monday and Tuesday. Won'tcha come on down? Won'tcha come on down?
Last time I said I won't kill the bullfrog. Last time I said I got somethin' new. This time I'm just burnin' down the web-log. Backwards and forwards. Won'tcha come on down? Folks won'tcha come on down? We got a little bit of sass left!
Voice from the Ether, and You will Eat your Fill
????
(something about tongues)
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The music page has been refurnished with some new songs. Simply click here. (there's also the old link at the bottom of this page. Gya ha huh duh...) I also must give thanks to Sir Cody for his expertise in website craft.
I've always liked Brian Eno's thing about never releasing the lyrics to his songs, but hell, just this once...
Steel Tube Stallions
I heard the stork was rummaging for infants. Demand was reaching over with his glove. But as regal as he was he was no eagle that's because he'd never gone out with the gypsies in the sea.
We saw the fires burning on a cactus. Yukon eyes held vigil under swollen lights. But a dandy is a dandy still, no matter what he says, and you can touch him when he's opening your throat. And Jack and Jill were playing ill with chronic writer's block among the Basilisks who DJed in the clubs.
(futurist guitar sequence)
Give me hell just one more time with feeling. Give me all the bullets in your teeth. Cause I've gotta find a preacher with a name like Funny Cide who can release me from this day-glo imagery. And I've gone with neon honeys to the bar outside of town where we can choke on some electric lion cakes.
Brownsville
I stepped off the train one day in Brownsville, I stepped off the train that day to find my little lady'd gone up to the windmill, Monday and Tuesday. Won'tcha come on down? Won'tcha come on down?
Last time I said I won't kill the bullfrog. Last time I said I got somethin' new. This time I'm just burnin' down the web-log. Backwards and forwards. Won'tcha come on down? Folks won'tcha come on down? We got a little bit of sass left!
Voice from the Ether, and You will Eat your Fill
????
(something about tongues)
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Friday, February 18, 2005
state of the music address.
by Caws Pobi
I figured it high time to let you all in on what I've been up to lately in my music makings. Yes, I'm working on the "new album", but by "new album" I don't mean that everything is completely organized so that I can pop it out all at once. By album I mean a general theme that drives my creativity for a period of time. When (if) I finish all the songs that are born out of this idea, I will put them all on a CD and Tristan will make some nice artwork for it and then you'll have your album.
The album's name is Synestheseus. What the hell does that mean, you ask?
synesthesia - A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color
Theseus - Greek hero and king of Athens. He is credited with many great adventures and feats, such as killing the Minotoar, in addition to being a fine politician. In his later life, however, he became an idiot and got himself killed, and nobody really cared.
I just like the way the two words fit together, and this new word suggests a kind of ancient visual/musical hero who enchants the people with his visible music only to get too big for his britches and end up dead. I like this character, and figured I'd name the album after him.
The word synesthesia also fits in with the psychedelic theme that I've been playing with. Seeing as how I've been studying psychedelic art all term for one of my classes, I've been more inspired by the artwork of people like Peter Max, Victor Moscoso and Heinz Edelmann than by the music of, say, the Strawberry Alarm Clock. But I have been listening to plenty of "mind-revealing, soul manifesting" music. I also realized that this whole genre isn't too far from what I've always been doing. I mean, writing crazy songs with senseless words and bizarre noises isn't really a departure for me, it's just that now I'm doing it with a certain aesthetic in mind. Although I have to say the new songs are quite different from anything I've done before, simply because I'm writing actual songs and making them sound like I want them to sound. This is the stuff I've wanted to make for a long time but for some reason or another was unable to.
Hopefully Cody and I will renovate the music page soon and put up some new singles, so you can all hear about things. Feather pink revolvers. Sweet Organic children. Twisted lines of broken signs that lead you down a well to a blue barrier garden, teeming with sugar-fed iron animals. A colorless sky with purple clouds, shooting star eyelids and bouncing suns. The thoughts and tastes of a thick tongue which licks the flowers awake. A collective albeit being worth seeing, and another the exploding frip-frap thunder clap.
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by Caws Pobi
I figured it high time to let you all in on what I've been up to lately in my music makings. Yes, I'm working on the "new album", but by "new album" I don't mean that everything is completely organized so that I can pop it out all at once. By album I mean a general theme that drives my creativity for a period of time. When (if) I finish all the songs that are born out of this idea, I will put them all on a CD and Tristan will make some nice artwork for it and then you'll have your album.
The album's name is Synestheseus. What the hell does that mean, you ask?
synesthesia - A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color
Theseus - Greek hero and king of Athens. He is credited with many great adventures and feats, such as killing the Minotoar, in addition to being a fine politician. In his later life, however, he became an idiot and got himself killed, and nobody really cared.
I just like the way the two words fit together, and this new word suggests a kind of ancient visual/musical hero who enchants the people with his visible music only to get too big for his britches and end up dead. I like this character, and figured I'd name the album after him.
The word synesthesia also fits in with the psychedelic theme that I've been playing with. Seeing as how I've been studying psychedelic art all term for one of my classes, I've been more inspired by the artwork of people like Peter Max, Victor Moscoso and Heinz Edelmann than by the music of, say, the Strawberry Alarm Clock. But I have been listening to plenty of "mind-revealing, soul manifesting" music. I also realized that this whole genre isn't too far from what I've always been doing. I mean, writing crazy songs with senseless words and bizarre noises isn't really a departure for me, it's just that now I'm doing it with a certain aesthetic in mind. Although I have to say the new songs are quite different from anything I've done before, simply because I'm writing actual songs and making them sound like I want them to sound. This is the stuff I've wanted to make for a long time but for some reason or another was unable to.
Hopefully Cody and I will renovate the music page soon and put up some new singles, so you can all hear about things. Feather pink revolvers. Sweet Organic children. Twisted lines of broken signs that lead you down a well to a blue barrier garden, teeming with sugar-fed iron animals. A colorless sky with purple clouds, shooting star eyelids and bouncing suns. The thoughts and tastes of a thick tongue which licks the flowers awake. A collective albeit being worth seeing, and another the exploding frip-frap thunder clap.
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Monday, February 14, 2005
happy birthday Cody.
Yeah, it's late, but we are still going to celebrate Cody's big...uh...new-year-old birthday. Tanzyobi omedeto gozaimasu!*
On a completely unrelated note, here is a great blog I found recently: ChiEf. You may think your life sucks, but this guy seems downright proud of it. Somebody needs to give him some lemonade.
*probably butchered Japanese for "happy birthday"
Yeah, it's late, but we are still going to celebrate Cody's big...uh...new-year-old birthday. Tanzyobi omedeto gozaimasu!*
On a completely unrelated note, here is a great blog I found recently: ChiEf. You may think your life sucks, but this guy seems downright proud of it. Somebody needs to give him some lemonade.
*probably butchered Japanese for "happy birthday"
happy Stadium Mud Buggies Day.
I am a firm believer in establishing an alternative holiday to celebrate on this particular date, one for all the people who aren't fortunate enough to participate in the annual tradition of girlfriend-bribery.
So what do I propose? Stadium Mud Buggies!
Look at those little bastards go! I'll bet on the bright red car over the water car any day.
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I am a firm believer in establishing an alternative holiday to celebrate on this particular date, one for all the people who aren't fortunate enough to participate in the annual tradition of girlfriend-bribery.
So what do I propose? Stadium Mud Buggies!
Look at those little bastards go! I'll bet on the bright red car over the water car any day.
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Friday, February 11, 2005
I love stupid personality quizzes.
Today I was paroosing blogs and links and I came across a random personality quiz, having something to do with long-term relationships. If I were actually in one, I probably would be touchy about being quizzed over myself. But I'm not. So I gave it a shot. Here are some things I learned about myself:
- You are a hard nut to crack. You have a wicked sense of humor. Despite your reserved nature, you are more comfortable (and successful) in the meeting and courting mode than you are in a long term relationship. You feel misunderstood, and usually you are.
Hit the nail on the head, except for the 'successful' part.
- When you're in a good mood, you're funny, fascinating and a sexy firecracker, but when you're in a bad mood you are moody, broody and impatient. If you had your way, even in a long term relationship you would have enough time apart to deal with your bad moods yourself; unfortunately, it rarely works that way.
Don't I know it. And I love the term "sexy firecracker".
- Don't pair up with someone who'll make sexual demands of you. That's just not going to fly at all.
Wait, it won't?
- Of the 197012 people who have taken this quiz, 5.3 % are this type.
Yeah. That figures.
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Today I was paroosing blogs and links and I came across a random personality quiz, having something to do with long-term relationships. If I were actually in one, I probably would be touchy about being quizzed over myself. But I'm not. So I gave it a shot. Here are some things I learned about myself:
- You are a hard nut to crack. You have a wicked sense of humor. Despite your reserved nature, you are more comfortable (and successful) in the meeting and courting mode than you are in a long term relationship. You feel misunderstood, and usually you are.
Hit the nail on the head, except for the 'successful' part.
- When you're in a good mood, you're funny, fascinating and a sexy firecracker, but when you're in a bad mood you are moody, broody and impatient. If you had your way, even in a long term relationship you would have enough time apart to deal with your bad moods yourself; unfortunately, it rarely works that way.
Don't I know it. And I love the term "sexy firecracker".
- Don't pair up with someone who'll make sexual demands of you. That's just not going to fly at all.
Wait, it won't?
- Of the 197012 people who have taken this quiz, 5.3 % are this type.
Yeah. That figures.
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Tuesday, February 08, 2005
my camera's fake eye.
For all its faults, OSU does have a damn-nice campus.
Some groovy books I've been reading.
So one Monday night we were sitting around drinking some cheap beer when Octavio presented me with an article he read for his Asian American Studies class. The article was all about Asian American women finding happiness with caucasian men. Octavio remarked "this is like something that should be in a Brettist Manifesto." And the term Brettism was born.
After Jose and I left a Skolos + Wedell lecture (any design nerds out there?) I just had to get a shot of the stadium construction in the fog. Coolest picture ever.
For all its faults, OSU does have a damn-nice campus.
Some groovy books I've been reading.
So one Monday night we were sitting around drinking some cheap beer when Octavio presented me with an article he read for his Asian American Studies class. The article was all about Asian American women finding happiness with caucasian men. Octavio remarked "this is like something that should be in a Brettist Manifesto." And the term Brettism was born.
After Jose and I left a Skolos + Wedell lecture (any design nerds out there?) I just had to get a shot of the stadium construction in the fog. Coolest picture ever.
Monday, February 07, 2005
midterms: crab factory ship.
I'm studying for an art midterm tomorrow, but I thought I'd take a break to continue a little tradition we have here at The Flying Wheel. That's right; fun with web translation. Once again, we have Emi Necozawa's web diary to thank for these mini adventures in the surreal:
"...there is a virus characteristic stomachache which is called ' the gastro ' in France, it seems. Exceeding obtaining."
"Occurring too quickly, you nap. Opening the semi- eye, you slept to seem, circumstances and dream of the room blending, it means mysterious thing. The bathrobe which depends on the closet appearing in dream that way, the black who wears the bathrobe being backward."
"Perhaps, whether me there is no this, that. When pain experienced until now, it is different to do."
"But the weekend which the liquor or the meal are not produced.... Lonesome nee. The night, 1 person the carrot is eaten placidly."
"This the repetition of the crab factory ship of yesterday it is?! The children who fight with the actuality which is harsher than such a hell it is the shelf! ...If with you were encouraged and the air was attached, it exceeded the mountain of pain. With true story, being story of the child who is used at the carpet factory."
"In society there is a living hell on the hell truly with a lot of."
Amen to that.
I'm studying for an art midterm tomorrow, but I thought I'd take a break to continue a little tradition we have here at The Flying Wheel. That's right; fun with web translation. Once again, we have Emi Necozawa's web diary to thank for these mini adventures in the surreal:
"...there is a virus characteristic stomachache which is called ' the gastro ' in France, it seems. Exceeding obtaining."
"Occurring too quickly, you nap. Opening the semi- eye, you slept to seem, circumstances and dream of the room blending, it means mysterious thing. The bathrobe which depends on the closet appearing in dream that way, the black who wears the bathrobe being backward."
"Perhaps, whether me there is no this, that. When pain experienced until now, it is different to do."
"But the weekend which the liquor or the meal are not produced.... Lonesome nee. The night, 1 person the carrot is eaten placidly."
"This the repetition of the crab factory ship of yesterday it is?! The children who fight with the actuality which is harsher than such a hell it is the shelf! ...If with you were encouraged and the air was attached, it exceeded the mountain of pain. With true story, being story of the child who is used at the carpet factory."
"In society there is a living hell on the hell truly with a lot of."
Amen to that.
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