For any of the rest of you who would like to check out that last clip

August 27th, 2004

http://www.barlowonline.com/WalkAway.html

The band was one of the openers for Tom Cochrane.. and honestly, I enjoyed their set at least as much as the Tom C set.. every one of their songs was good, most of them had political or social relevance.. it was like Jason Mraz, only more so..

If this were a fair world, they’d be on the top ten..

my new favorite band.. ;-)

August 27th, 2004

Barlow just rocks..

Barlow Lyrics :: Walk Away

Christine’s depression never seems to end
Cause She’ll never be as skinny as the girls on ‘Friends’
She got fat hips and thin lips, she’s jealous of a Q-tip
She’d take stupid over fat
She stuck her fingers down her throat for the very last time today
And she walked away

Malcolm’s got his image
His rock and his Glock
If he lives to see 20 he will have beat the clock
He’s got his ride and his pride and girls by his side
He makes his stand with the gun in his hand
He saw his best friend lying on a stainless steel tray
And he walked away

And the destinations clear …anywhere but here

It Doesn’t matter that you’re lying in the gutter
It Doesn’t matter that your brain’s all cluttered
It Doesn’t matter that you’re covered in scars
You’re never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars

So Walk away from the boyfriend bruises
And the shame of the game that your brain knows you’re losing
And the job that you do it just robs you of who
You can be when you’re free from this mentality
So you’re home by the phone getting stoned all alone
With your chatroom friends, your Korn and Ramones
But the phone don’t ring and Joey just sings ‘Sedated’
You gotta learn to hate it

It Doesn’t matter that you’re lying in the gutter
It Doesn’t matter that your brain’s on all cluttered
It Doesn’t matter that you’re covered in scars
You’re never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars

One more comment for the day..

August 23rd, 2004

I helped P. go shopping to outfit her new apartment, and discovered a few interesting things. First of all, whoever has been designing bookshelf stereo systems for the last year needs to be found and issued a pink slip.

I mean, it was awful. These things looked like the most ghetto ghettoblasters you’ve ever seen. Giant tubes, plastic crosshairs.. and so cheaply made you felt like you might break the demo models..

There were a couple of classy or cool looking systems, but by and large they were things I’d expect to see in the back of a pickup truck behind the gun rack. I mean, these were really awful..

We weren’t the only people who rebelled – the store had about three units that were more or less tastefully designed and well built.. and all three were sold out. 😉 While the ghetto-blasters were piled up, and everyone looking was staying away in droves.

Then there were the alarm clocks. My god.. it’s like everyone who designed alarm clocks studied at the School Of Cryptic Controls. How do these people come up with these things?

Then, in Target, I ran across something that made me snap. I mean, I was about to run out of the store screaming ‘STOP! STOP! You’VE ALL BEEN BRAINWASHED! YOU DONT NEED TIHS CRAP!’.

What was it, you ask?

IT was a electric jar-opener.

not a can-opener, mind you.. although even electrifying those seems a little much, I’ve certainly never had a electric one.. but a JAR opener!

Yes, you lower this thing down on your jar and a little electric motor unscrews the lid, saving you the need to exert a few dozen foot pounds to do so yourself.

I’m sorry, but no. I want off this train *right now*. I know americans are getting lazy, but a ELECTRIC FUCKING JAR OPENER? How often do we open jars? Well, we buy all our food prefab, so I guess pretty often, but.. _come on_ people..

Keep me away from Target. (as I quipped walking in, ‘the Wal-mart of the north’)

A modest proposal

August 23rd, 2004

I propose that from now on, every politician faces a vote, at the END of his tenure in office, ‘should this individual go to jail’. If the majority votes yes, said politician does as much time in the federal pen as he did in office.

Might help improve accountability a li’l bit.

Do people learn from other people’s mistakes? Do people even learn from their _own_ mistakes?

August 22nd, 2004

Okay, so, the last couple of days i spent making a frantic run to Berkeley to unscrew the inscrutable. Luckily, the inscrutable has been unscrewed and I have headed back home to Seattle, although it put me a touch behind on everything. But that’s the way things go sometimes.

I haven’t had any huge relevations lately.. although at Fire, a rave I went to southeast of portland which I may or may not have mentioned, I did have a wonderful time, and come to a acceptance that it was just fine to have a wonderful time – and, as long as it’s done in moderation, just fine to enjoy some of the fine chemicals our boys in blue have deemed illegal..

I mean, I have this long standing question out for my mother.. why is drug use (as opposed to abuse/addiction/etc) immoral? She’s not yet been able to answer, but I think for the longest time I had this hangup that I was doings omething wrong (since after all they keep telling you in school, Say No To Drugs.. and the cops would put me away because our society has laws against it, etc, yada yada)

But, as I’ve known intellectually for a while now and am just starting to realize emotionally, our society is a ass, and one should pay just enough attention to it to avoid getting caught. I mean, this is the same overaching organization that thinks it’s okay to tell a bunch of lies to start a war..

Laws are made by politicians, who are by and large evil and not trustworthy. I mean, yes, there are a few good oens.. but te job tends to attract slime. Hence, why worry about laws? Worry about doing good and not doing bad, yes. Worry about laws, no.

Anyway, so I actually managed to completely cut myself loose from anything like guilt for the first time ever.. and just had a wonderful time. I had to get back to Seattle for band prac, unfortunately, so I had to leave early (10a), but..

It’s amazing how things come togeather, though. Because of Fire, I was already on days when I had to run down to Berkeley.. [where their number one problem was a inability to read the minimum system requirements page of the manual.. heh.]

Anyway, the band is doing well.. I’ve ordered a *nice* active PA system [two mackie 1232s and 4 1801s], and need to put the old one up on Craigslist. Probably will ask for $300 each for the 18″ bass bins, $200 each for the amps, and $150 each for the fender tops, and $25 each for the piezo horn clusters. I’m keeping the madisons and the QSC..

More later

The weekend’s adventures, and other matters of note..

August 17th, 2004

Well, I was going to update this yesterday, but exhaustion got in the way.

I’ve more or less finished phase 1 of the project I’m working on.. so now I’m trying to find the energy to put into one of the twenty or so other projects that I’m juggling. There’s the temptation to just lay in bed reading or something..

But I digress.

This weekend definately rocked.. I worked friday late into the day, then slept, woke up @ 10p, talked to P. for a bit, then got in the car and headed on down to Oregon for Fire (‘let’s have fun’), and had a really, really great time.

It was so old skool it practically needed a DJ spinning 8 tracks.. there was house, and trance, and psytrance, and D&B, and every type of electronica you could ask for. There were happy ravers running all over, and the vibe was definately there, at least for me. I had a li’l trouble getting over my fear of talking to people, as always, but every time I did, I was rewarded with another great person, well worth meeting.

I’ve noticed there are very few republican ravers. I wonder why this is? 😉

It was so awesome, watching the sun come up over (1000? 1500? 2000? 2400? _a lot_) all the ravers encamped in the ampatheatre. I kept thinking, this one’s gotta get busted.. but no, it didn’t. It didn’t draw one cop as far as I coudl tell.. probably too far out into the middle of nowhere for all of them.

And, I brought my own tiny contribution, a pair of 450s.. next time, more watts shall I haul.. 😉 and I’m coming way, way earlier. Before sunset, for sure.

And they say Hempfest is coming up, and if I can figure out how to get there on the bike, I’m definately going.. seems like this thing never ever ever slows down..

Mischief Committee’s first show..

August 5th, 2004

Well, our first show went swimmingly.. there were a few glitches, like apparently the dialup stream never happened and we had a bunch of trouble with Spinning and Transit Authority. But, overall, we got through it! And the audiance seemed to be digging our stuff..

I’ve always secretly wanted to crank up my system in the middle of the street, so that part was really great. Although.. I now really do understand the appeal behind powered speakers – it’s one less thing to carry, one less cable to connect. I’m pretty much sold on the whole idea.. now there’s just the upgrading. I’m just glad that I hadn’t already upgraded my amps to switchers like I was considering..

[actually, the upgrade to powered will probably cost ~$5000 – I hope to do it in Sept or Oct. I’ve decided that from this day forward, half of my paycheck is going into savings, so I won’t be able to buy as many toys.. but on the other hand, I’ll have a buffer that isn’t stock..]

S.

okay..

August 3rd, 2004

so apparently Jesiah actually did line up another guy to do sound for me. I can stop panicing now.. assuming I call tomorrow and he says it’s a go 😉

S.

Problems..

August 3rd, 2004

Well, it appears that our sound man for tomorrow has flaked. Luckily, so has half of our audiance.. but still, a bit upsetting.

Hopefully I can find someone. Seattle-based LJ friends – if any of you have a clue how to run a board, please let me know. The show is @ 8p on the corner of 45th and 4th..

I’ll pay. 😉

S.

Hm…

August 2nd, 2004

I sent out a small peice of flamebait yesterday (BAD sheer! bad! Bad!) and got flames beyond anything I could have dreamed. A encouraging sign for the development of Sheer is that personal attacks made at me from family members no longer leave much of a dent. If anything, they make me feel sorry for the family members involved. [I mean, I always knew from his SUV driving habits that my dad’s brother was not my type of guy – but I guess I assumed he was a little more of a adult than his replies demonstrated him to be. Interesting. Very. I don’t mind if I terminally sever all connections with my dad’s side of the family, because I never get along with them very well anyway. And, diety of choice willing, if I ever do, it will be because _they_ change. ;-)]

It’s amusing.. I can see bits of myself in them.. I wonder, do I manage to achive the same levels of cluelessness while being convinced of my utter correctness? quite possible. Must think about.