Monday, September 26, 2011

Show The Man Your Balls

This song took longer than it should have. I made it in a freestyle session a couple of weeks ago. Last week I started layering it, but I got sick and stopped. Finished today. J. Money Gibbons gets some production credit.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Bakersfield

I was sitting here listening to the song, trying to figure out what to name the song, and around me people had brought up hexes, and spirits, and kind of evil shit in general. They didn't know I was trying to name a song on the subject. Bones got to talking about these pits in Bakersfield called sumps where water collects and no people are allowed, but of course people go in there anyways and sometimes they get killed. So the song is called Bakersfield.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Yakitori Technique

The other day I was playing bike polo. Mini-bike polo, actually. I reached a point where I saw things coming and visualized what I wanted to do and made them happen. Then I started to suck again, which is normal, I guess. Fine.

I'm watching the latest episode of Naruto Shippuden, and it is testing my patience because it is a filler episode. That is, its kind of an aside from the main story arch. I love the series so much though, that I watch the filler episodes. I like how they fill out some of the ancillary characters and what not. The episode I'm watching right now is about Rock Lee and his teacher. Rock is learning visualization. The shit works. Gotta put it on my to do list.

I like this place because I'm sitting here in my own world, headphones on, and then someone just sat next to me on the couch and read his book. Being alone together is an important part of being in a community.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Wesley Willis, the Daddy of Rock and Roll, Whopped my Ass from Beyond the Grave

Fabian Road Warrior is a great record. It was released by American, the same label that did Johnny Cash's last records. I bought a copy of it in 1997, I think, and fell in love. As all records do, however, it eventually fell out of rotation and I more or less forgot about Wesley Willis for a long time. Its still lying around somewhere. I gotta find it. A few days before leaving for the Stupid Desert Rave, one of my housemates reminded me of Wesley Willis and now I'm back on the wagon. There was a car shaped like a telephone playing "The Vultures Ate My Dead Ass Up" at Burning Man. I watched a documentary about him yesterday.

In addition to making Rad Art, Wesley Willis is teaching me a little bit. The man had focus. His work is ridiculously focused, to the point that, yes, all of his 100's of songs are in some way identical. Me, on the other hand, I make all sorts of different shit. I aspire to be more like Wesley Willis.

This song was improvised. I overdubbed cello and bells, and I like the way it sounds. I think the lyrics could be better. I wrote new ones but couldn't quite capture the spirit of the original performance, so here it is. Wesley Willis Whopped My Ass.