A quick post before I turn in. I have a lot to do tomorrow, and it's really dumb of me to be sitting here making such a worthless post.

So Rosie's gonna pwn me. This time I didn't miss on purpose: I got home at about seven and a half, whereafter my mum reminded me that she had to go to work in Nashville. Technically, I could have gone with her and taken the car back to Franklin, but that would require me paying for the gas at some point, and then having to drive back at rushhour and pick her up. Which doesn't diminish me being a bastard any less, I'm so sorry Rosie. I'll give you the printed booklet with calligraphic lettering for the "high in vitamins and minerals, 100% delicious!/we're poor" demos. That's the name of this fourteen song wonder. At least, that was the name I put on it while sitting in the parking lot of BUMC this morning.

Three talking tracks and a coupla myuzik tracks. And more to come soon, as my drum teacher gave me the right cables I needed to make the drums sound totally L337. It's only a matter of time now, then you can all claim to know a rockstar...eagh, I dun wanna go.

I was just reading this backlogs on The Blog...memories! They're all their now so check 'em out all. God, where was I all that time? I read over the posts and it was like, "did all of this really happen?". I've read them all before, but whatever, I'm just a dumb kid.

I did some major photography work today. I mainly wanted to waste the rest of the pics on there so I can get this reel developed and get the pics of my wonderful, beloved Loser Girlfriend. But there's other cool pics in there too. Like the token self-shot, I just aimed the camera and clicked. Those always turn out...interesting. And how about the one of my pocket, where I was talking to Abby about cool shots that just turn out cool, and then proceeded to take one of the innards of my pocket, that was a good one. And then the art shots, like the inside of the piano.

Alex and I wanted to do some interesting concept art for Ignorance. Alex wanted a picture of two hands together, one reading "Ignorance" and the other, "Arrogance", because the two go hand in hand. I did this picture today, using a Sharpie and a red dry erase marker. To take the pic I mounted it on one of my amps, poised my hands in front of the lens, and used my tongue to hit the shutter release. It was a great shot.

Then I did some. One is of a rusted and cracked knife that's been used lately...in blood, running down the blade is the word "BLEED", which comes up several times on the album and would probably justify the effort as thematical in nature.

I did another "hands" picture, which was full of symbolism. It depicts my hand with the word "IGNORANCE" in red, reminiscent of blood, of course. I painted my nails with one coat of black and then quickly rubbed it off, so the nails have the look of death or something, it's really creeped out. And, the hand is clawed, as if in agony. This whole scene is supposed to represent three important themes. One: PAIN, the clawed hand, the wound that reads "IGNORANCE", the word pain comes up several times, and it is the result of ignorance. Two: BLEED, the red colour of IGNORANCE, what it feels like to be ignored, having those codependant whims as I once had. Three: IGNORANCE, the total picture, an etching of blood in the hand, the clawed grip and deadened nails, the whole scene is reminiscent of pain and punishment. The total psychology of the picture, tho, will tell you that the person therein did not deserve whatever pain he/she was getting, and thusly leads everyone to feel the anger and stuff.

I also came up with some really good lines and two useable songs today. I haven't name one of them, the other is named Wrecked, and it sounds a lot like Broken Me, lots of rhythm singing and whatnot, and some really messed guitar and bass...I was trippin' on Nirvana's I Hate Myself and Want To Die when I wrote it. And notice, the one word song title. I've been doing that a lot lately...some of the most recent song names Soak, Feeder, Down...then others, like I'm Just A Bastard, The Schizophrenic Song, and Grandpa Was a Schoolbus Driver, not to mention that wonderful classic, EBAMahickey, which is going to be totally revamped at some point, so that we can talk about the Ebamahickey ripping through sinews, muscle, and bones at 9107349817320941293481623049 plus decibles. I love being a rock guy.

I'm sorry to bore all of you with this crap, guys. Agh. I just love talking about this wonderful band stuff. I'll admit, it's really boring to everyone else, but it's something else watching everything take shape as it is now.

I'm going to shut up and go to bed now. Ciao for niao buddies.

O jeezus, Rosie...I hope you get this.

I can't go, my mom had to go into work, yes I was able to steal it earlier this morning but as I came back she had to leave. When making such boisterous claims about taking the car, I should have thought that she works the last two days of the week in the office. Umm....argh. And now I see that you've called about a zillion times...where was I? But anyway, seeing as how it's pretty much three seconds before you have to go, this really sucks, and I'm really sorry that I had to bail at the last minute.

ummm josh
we're pulling out at 10am so be there around like 9:45

I'm trying...

Trying to get the CD copied...I'm at my mom's and my burner enjoys being gay. Plus, mum's decided she has to go to work tomorrow...that can be easily remidied: go with her to work and take the car. But that would involve getting the CD copied...otherwise the point is pretty moot.

So old, I'm feeling so old. Cough cough.

Are you coming tomorrow?

Wow cool I'm really dumb.

Wow, giving me such incentive, Rosie.

Yah maybe, if I can ever get the damn thing to do what I want it to.

Hey Josh
I don't have a copy of the CD yet, can you drop it by on Friday when you go see off Abby. I leave that day too around 10 so if you like dropp it off at the church or something that would be great...besides I want to see how you're doing and I need to scream at you face to face...kidding.

Aw nothin'.

Hey lookit.

This is the transcript of the last commentary track on the CD.

I can email the booklet of lyrics and stuff now, or after I give you the CD...so everybody tell me when, it's quite large and essentially a bunch of words unless you have something to link it up with.

BUT...TRACK 13...ENTITLED "THAT'S ALL!"

13. That's all!

Guys, that's it! It's over! Listen...empty. It's over! That's all! THAT'S IT! Ok, one more. You know me, YOU KNOW ME, ok? You guys just know. 'K, enough of the crap, it's over...guys I hope you enjoyed the CD, that's STRANGLEBOX talkin' right there. I did everything but the drums, and sometimes...the drums. Just because...whatever, man. Anyway...this encompasses a lot of work, beginning August of last year, ending August this year. Uh, in total there's been in...I don't really don't know how many songs, they're everywhere. I would like to say about a hundred, of which I'm only keeping, y'kn...very very few. Uh, the music doesn't get written very quickly...nothing does, this band is very slow. Look, we only have a guitar player and a drummer, and the drummer's part time! So...that's about it. You guys know where I get the inspiration from...it's all y'all. That's right, you all are PISSING ME OFF. No, not really. I mean, you know, stuff. I just look at life, and like...life kicks me in the balls, I write about it. Um...it's so sad, so sad, listen: FEEL THE VOID, FEEL IT. There's nothing left, there is...that's all. That's it, man. Whatever...whatever...m'kay it's over. 'K I'm done. But guys...it's been great. I hope you enjoyed the CD and my cutting in every once in a while...um...some tracks need names, kinda bad. But, whatever. I hope you guys enjoyed the CD, and I hope to talk to you soon. Check out our new album IGNORANCE coming out soon...many tracks, some not yet heard! Very good! Like PROBLEMS. Like PROBLEMS! SO LOW's on there, BROKEN ME's on there. [sharp inhale] Yeah! That's right! You like that song, doncha? Yeah! Yeah...it's probably not going to be on here because the current incarnation is very bad, and it sucks. So guys...thanks for supporting STRANGLEBOX, I'm Josh. I'm guitarist, I sing sometimes. Thanks for listening. Peace.

Josh, huh? And Rosie, that's harsh.

JOSH CHANDLER I SWEAR YOU WILL NOT BREAK UP THE GROUP IF YOU DO FOR ONE GIRL DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU WERE EVER OUR FRIENDS?

Somebody has been telling lies...

The game's almost up, I'm sad to say.

I am now going to attempt to make spaghetti under the influence of mass caffeine...and having never attempted spaghetti...

Wish me luck all...

I did!

It sounds better now tho, don't worry. Less vocals, more guitar noise. I don't like hearing myself way too much, but a little bit is ok. It's like looking at yourself in the mirror times 119283740293475912437, but if you look too long you get a little self-concious.

Listening to So Low right now. Yes, it's a bit late for such things, but I had lots of coffee...sorry Abby! What else is there, besides beer? Which I'm probly about to imbibe, anyway. And then there's sewage water and that's pretty much it.

I talked to my cats in a Sean Connery voice about the importance of the grilled chesse sammich, and how I was the master, yet still in training by my forefathers, those lonely old bastards cooped up in apartments, very single and very unconcerned, sometimes drunk for days and having a hankering for food, and what do they make, but grilled chesse and tomato soup? And what should I do but screw up BOTH. You wouldn't think so but I CAN. I'm good at screwing that stuff up. But then I had horrible canned stew after which...made up for it? And white chocolate raspberry ice cream, which I have finally all-consumed. That's it, no more good food. I'm screwed. I'm out of ideas.

So...

So...

This is my first good caffeine trip in a long time, and somehow, BLogging is so much more enjoyable here, in this little glow of insanity, sitting here doing nothing but thinking about consumption and what a bastard I am.

Lindsey knows all the devious plans now. War har har. PLEASE don't tell, PLEASE? It's a surprise and all. It's bad enough with her little convincing smile and pathetic voice, every inch of my being wants to surrender but I CANNOT! So please don't tell. Ok, I know you won't but I'm just making sure.

Ugh. It's been a couple hours since I started this. Presently, I'm working on the CD. It doesn't have nearly as many tracks as I promised, but there's some stuff that no one's heard, older stuff, and some special commentaries!!! Three songs that are newish. Let Me Go, Close My Eyes, and So Low. And I think Rhyme is gonna be on there, an early bass cut of Close My Eyes, and little snippets of experiment songs called Down and Scarecrowman. And commentaries! From me! I'm so dumb. But I think you all will like it. I know your up to your asses in Broken Me and since I deleted it, it's pretty much not going on there, unless someone can get me a copy soon. And only one person has the original cut of My Solution on CD anymore. But that's ok. You guys are sick of those, I know. I made such a big deal out of them and now it's all over.

Whatever. My breath reeks of disfermented hopps and I'm making CDs like crazy. I have my little case here, and if one of these happen to have either of the two glory boys on it, you all will be first to know. I'm just going to leave this post as is, fo shieezey. I'll be back in a few minutes.

HAHA I found a copy of Broken Me. Woot, it's going on there next.

Ok so...the tracklist so far...

1. Introduction
2. So Low
3. Goodbye My Friend
4. Let Me Go
5. Enjoying the CD?
6. Broken Me
7. My Solution (acoustic)
8. Down (demo cut)
9. Scarecrowman (demo cut) (very incomplete)
10. Little Rhyme
11. Bass riff (early Close My Eyes demos)
12. Until I Fall Away (cover)
13. That's all!
14. Close My Eyes

This CD is sounding good. I just finished remixing Down...it turned out really good for having four parts in it. And I left one intelligible line in at one point, so you all get to hear what it might have sounded like. WOOT. Time to mix Scarecrowman and make it sound like I wasn't playing with the damned riff for the first time that day...which I was...it was the same day I got the recorder. I recorded Scarecrowman and Goodbye My Friend for the first time.

©Memories©....

Wow...I didn't remember, but I gave up on trying to coordinate the guitar parts on Scarecrowman without drums so I started soloing...it sounds mostly the same, or bad...but there's this one place where it sounds fraggin' AMAZING! I'm letting it master itself right now...

Right...just a few more to go. I'm going to start a lyrics booklet that I'll email, including the deleted lyrics, even the ones to the cover. And a transcript of what I'm saying during the little retarded commentaries. But not the subliminal messages. I mean, what good are subliminal messages if you know what they're saying? Duh!

Beer tastes awful, but I'm thirsty. I could never be an alcoholic. I dunno what my dad sees in this shit. Gross.

Here's the boring part. Waiting for Little Rhyme to burn itself. God...every time me and Alex play this, we both look at each other and groan and say, "this so is sooooooooooo long!" and then we play it, because we always do, right after Broken Me and followed by My Solution. We're beasts in those sessions. Alex kills himself trying to doublebass and I just kill myself jumping off of things, hitting my head on things, throwing things, yelling things, screaming all the lines of the song, saying them backwards, saying them in Arameic while doing a handstand, smoking a hashpipe, and playing my guitar which is somehow infested with a swarm of killer bees. This friends...is the part of the evening where the caffeine wears off and the alcohol kicks in.

As you all know, I have no alcohol tolerance whatsoever. And while this is a nonalcoholic beverage, it can't help but have a bit in it, because of the nature of its production. It has less than NyQuil in it. However, I have no tolerance, and were I to finish this bottle I might be a bit drunk, and me drunk...that's a bad thing. I'm either tired or depressed, or sometimes I say really funny things and start crying about them. This is another reason why I will never be an alcoholic.

I just heard a pop. That means Rhyme is done.

The bass riff is done. It's pretty shaky at the end cuz I forgot the main riff. But you'll get a good glimpse into where the riff for Close My Eyes came from. Damn...that was a rough song. It took most of the year to work out the perfect words. And the music was impossible. So one day I heard this riff in storage, and something clicked and I nailed it. Close is the last song on this record by the way.

Pop.

Until I Fall Away...I haven't listened to that track since Christmas, when I recorded it...or thereabouts. It's a Gin Blossoms song, probly my fav of theirs...3 on New Miserable Experience...if you haven't heard of the Blossoms, I really suggest them. They don't sound anything like my music, but they're incredible musicians and songwriters, and they're coming to Georgia and bygod if I'm not going to see them. They're from Tempe, Arizona...that's where we're gonna be, along with Tuscon and Phoenix in a few weeks, so I get to visit the home of the Blossoms! And get some Coodukx shakes that Abby was talking about...heheh...I can't remember the real name of that place anymore....Iji, I think it was....Captain Iji? I dunno, it sounds pretty close. I'm plastered. Pop.

The outro is done, and now the last and awesomeest song.

Here I go.

Alright kids. It's burning, but I'm gonna go now and as soon as it's done, I'm going to listen to it and cry. And then, I'm going to burn all of you copies of this wonderful endeavor, and I sincerely hope you enjoy.

Starting on the lyrics booklet/notes thing.

Ciao for now, friends.

You can't remix Little Rhyme!