11/4/11
A State of Constant Spin
Did you know? I am a lamp post that sings in the rain.
Come on now, in through the nose… out through the mouth.
But I feel like a balloon if I breathe that way. I sneezed. Did you know? I am a horse galloping backwards.
You know I hate those.
Hate what?
The ‘did you knows…’ They’re weird and I don’t like them.
I sneezed and hiccupped at the same time.
What’s up with you?
I just can’t shake the sneezes.
Try again?
I began to shake myself. Between convulsions my eyes focused and I finally became aware of my surroundings. It appeared… It was clear I was being helped. It was unclear as to by whom or with what. Am I drunk? I had to ask as my focus had been momentary.
You said you were smoking crack.
Well that was a joke. At least I hoped it was. It was probably just kitty litter anyway.
What are you… nevermind. So what DID you do tonight?
The better question is what didn’t I do?
Come on, tell me!
Did you know? I am a coffee farmer with three beans.
Don’t change the subject.
Are you jealous?
You’re talking crazy! I just want to know where you went.
And who I was with and what I was doing and….
Yes all that.
I forced my focus. Wait… what’s the subject?
You might as well be talking to yourself.
I opened my eyes and found that I was.
---
I am alone. I am alone. I am alone. My eyes were closed again and it wasn’t long until…
You’re not alone, I’m here.
No you aren’t.
Of course I am.
Then why can’t I see you?
I don’t know. That’s your problem, not mine.
Am I drunk?
Yes.
I wasn't going to be fooled so easily. I had been drunk before. Did you know? It feels like I’m answering my own questions.
Fine! Don’t listen to me; I was only trying to help.
I can help myself! That was out of character. Sorry.
You know I hate it when you apologize.
Sorry. Oops.
---
Whoever I was talking to was confusing me to the point of crazy.
How long are we going to sit here?
We’re not doing anything. I’m sitting here.
Fine, how long are you going to just sit here?
For as long as it takes.
For as long as what takes?
For you to show yourself.
I thought I wasn’t real.
A thought hit me. This wasn’t just a single voice. This was a collage of people – a collaboration of ideas that I had only known to exist separately before. I was conversing with a conglomeration of all my past loves. So I asked… Who are you?
Are you sure you only drank tonight?
I’m sure of nothing. I pondered for a moment what could have been in my veins before I added… I definitely wasn’t smoking crack.
You said that.
Oh.
Not to be done in by the talkative ones, the quiet amassed and asserted themselves and the voice lay silent. I felt a hand holding mine – finally proof! – she must be real, whoever she is. Mustering ever sober molecule I had left I opened my eyes… Nothing. I was holding an invisible hand. I can see you, but I can’t feel you.
That’s what she said! Ot oh, the mean ones were making an appearance.
I laughed.
Why are you laughing?
You’re funny… and I meant it the other way around anyway.
What?
I can feel, can’t see… Silence. I wondered how long I was going to be sitting here by myself.
So am I real or not?
You’re asking me? I laughed again.
Yup.
Maybe less real than before, or at least less than I thought before… before I opened my eyes. Before I realized what you represent. You’re a voice only and I can hear it… I mean you, and hearing is a sense, and I’m not sure I making sense, but at least that’s some semblance of reality.
What are you on about?
Even if you were real, and I’m not saying you aren’t…
You just did… you are.
Whatever. Even if you are real I would still be talking to myself.
What an incredibly arrogant thing to say.
No, no, no. Let my explain… no matter what you say, or whatever was said by those who came before you – no matter what it was – I can’t hear it without interpreting it.
What am I a word problem?
I continued without answering. It’s all about spin you see. A pause for dramatic effect. The pieces that make up our very atoms are differentiated by spin. Weather patterns, ocean currents, our planet, the Heaven’s themselves: they all spin!
So…?
So! So, our minds spin too, but we can control that spin.
We can?
The spin is the interpretation. In the end it’s not what’s said that really matters, it’s the spin… the intent followed by interpretation.
You’re being sensational I believe.
The opposite! Sensations are interchangeable. The power is in here! I tried to point to my own forehead for emphasis but only wound up poking myself in the eye. Oww.
Aww, are you okay my dear? An invisible kiss like the ghost of a butterfly.
Stop. I shrugged off those who weren’t there. This isn’t me anymore. All of you guys…
All of us? Who else is there? The jealous ones…
I’ve outgrown you and it’s time for something new. And with that I spun them off, got up, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, I slept.
Come on now, in through the nose… out through the mouth.
But I feel like a balloon if I breathe that way. I sneezed. Did you know? I am a horse galloping backwards.
You know I hate those.
Hate what?
The ‘did you knows…’ They’re weird and I don’t like them.
I sneezed and hiccupped at the same time.
What’s up with you?
I just can’t shake the sneezes.
Try again?
I began to shake myself. Between convulsions my eyes focused and I finally became aware of my surroundings. It appeared… It was clear I was being helped. It was unclear as to by whom or with what. Am I drunk? I had to ask as my focus had been momentary.
You said you were smoking crack.
Well that was a joke. At least I hoped it was. It was probably just kitty litter anyway.
What are you… nevermind. So what DID you do tonight?
The better question is what didn’t I do?
Come on, tell me!
Did you know? I am a coffee farmer with three beans.
Don’t change the subject.
Are you jealous?
You’re talking crazy! I just want to know where you went.
And who I was with and what I was doing and….
Yes all that.
I forced my focus. Wait… what’s the subject?
You might as well be talking to yourself.
I opened my eyes and found that I was.
---
I am alone. I am alone. I am alone. My eyes were closed again and it wasn’t long until…
You’re not alone, I’m here.
No you aren’t.
Of course I am.
Then why can’t I see you?
I don’t know. That’s your problem, not mine.
Am I drunk?
Yes.
I wasn't going to be fooled so easily. I had been drunk before. Did you know? It feels like I’m answering my own questions.
Fine! Don’t listen to me; I was only trying to help.
I can help myself! That was out of character. Sorry.
You know I hate it when you apologize.
Sorry. Oops.
---
Whoever I was talking to was confusing me to the point of crazy.
How long are we going to sit here?
We’re not doing anything. I’m sitting here.
Fine, how long are you going to just sit here?
For as long as it takes.
For as long as what takes?
For you to show yourself.
I thought I wasn’t real.
A thought hit me. This wasn’t just a single voice. This was a collage of people – a collaboration of ideas that I had only known to exist separately before. I was conversing with a conglomeration of all my past loves. So I asked… Who are you?
Are you sure you only drank tonight?
I’m sure of nothing. I pondered for a moment what could have been in my veins before I added… I definitely wasn’t smoking crack.
You said that.
Oh.
Not to be done in by the talkative ones, the quiet amassed and asserted themselves and the voice lay silent. I felt a hand holding mine – finally proof! – she must be real, whoever she is. Mustering ever sober molecule I had left I opened my eyes… Nothing. I was holding an invisible hand. I can see you, but I can’t feel you.
That’s what she said! Ot oh, the mean ones were making an appearance.
I laughed.
Why are you laughing?
You’re funny… and I meant it the other way around anyway.
What?
I can feel, can’t see… Silence. I wondered how long I was going to be sitting here by myself.
So am I real or not?
You’re asking me? I laughed again.
Yup.
Maybe less real than before, or at least less than I thought before… before I opened my eyes. Before I realized what you represent. You’re a voice only and I can hear it… I mean you, and hearing is a sense, and I’m not sure I making sense, but at least that’s some semblance of reality.
What are you on about?
Even if you were real, and I’m not saying you aren’t…
You just did… you are.
Whatever. Even if you are real I would still be talking to myself.
What an incredibly arrogant thing to say.
No, no, no. Let my explain… no matter what you say, or whatever was said by those who came before you – no matter what it was – I can’t hear it without interpreting it.
What am I a word problem?
I continued without answering. It’s all about spin you see. A pause for dramatic effect. The pieces that make up our very atoms are differentiated by spin. Weather patterns, ocean currents, our planet, the Heaven’s themselves: they all spin!
So…?
So! So, our minds spin too, but we can control that spin.
We can?
The spin is the interpretation. In the end it’s not what’s said that really matters, it’s the spin… the intent followed by interpretation.
You’re being sensational I believe.
The opposite! Sensations are interchangeable. The power is in here! I tried to point to my own forehead for emphasis but only wound up poking myself in the eye. Oww.
Aww, are you okay my dear? An invisible kiss like the ghost of a butterfly.
Stop. I shrugged off those who weren’t there. This isn’t me anymore. All of you guys…
All of us? Who else is there? The jealous ones…
I’ve outgrown you and it’s time for something new. And with that I spun them off, got up, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, I slept.
2/19/11
Quantum Physics Guest Stars on The Fringe
Someone on the Writing Staff 4 The Fringe has an Quantum Physics Degree...
The main characters of the show are debating Quantum Entanglement (Spooky Action as Einstein called it).
Walter: A fascinating theory... I'll have to test it.
Someone: What's the first step?
Walter: First I'll have to figure out how... [to test it]
So while they are debating one Quantum theory the dialogue simultaneously blows up another. It is a Quantum joke.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Measurement_in_quantum_mechanics
Perhaps this proves once and for all that pop culture really is making us smarter.
Plus this episode just rocks cause Pale Blue Eyes played at the end. Go Lou Reed!
The main characters of the show are debating Quantum Entanglement (Spooky Action as Einstein called it).
Walter: A fascinating theory... I'll have to test it.
Someone: What's the first step?
Walter: First I'll have to figure out how... [to test it]
So while they are debating one Quantum theory the dialogue simultaneously blows up another. It is a Quantum joke.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Measurement_in_quantum_mechanics
Perhaps this proves once and for all that pop culture really is making us smarter.
Plus this episode just rocks cause Pale Blue Eyes played at the end. Go Lou Reed!
1/22/11
Old School Reviews
I was looking back through some of the older Art Punk Band reviews as I was posting the new albums today. Here are three of my favorite write-ups around the time our jamendo site really started to get going (thanks Dr. T!).
Another Goddamn Music Blog
FrostClick Blog
Free Albums Galore Blog
And thanks to the authors of the above blogs. We've got a bunch more albums now guys!
The Art Punk Band
Peace,
David
Another Goddamn Music Blog
FrostClick Blog
Free Albums Galore Blog
And thanks to the authors of the above blogs. We've got a bunch more albums now guys!
The Art Punk Band
Peace,
David
2011? The 20th teens?
Well, here it is. We are preteens once more. I hope we don't have to go through puberty again.
If the last decade was called The Oughts, then I guess we have moved onto The Ought-Nots. (Note To Self: The Ought-Nots is a Good Band Name).
I turned over the new year in style. During the course of the last week of 2010 and the first few days in 2011 I walked some familiar streets in both Boston and NYC, and some unfamiliar ones in Philly: the city of brotherly love. I also spent time up in Caz Woods, but am now resting comfortably back on my island. Yes, Nantucket is mine!
By the way, snow on the beach? -- one of the trippy-est things I have ever seen. I told myself that I would go swimming at least once a month while I was here. This hasn't gone as planned. A couple people said I was crazy, plus it's just too damn cold so my last dip was in November. Oh well... the blue salt of the graceful Atlantic will warm once again. Then I'm be back!: visiting mistress ocean at the witching hour every night.
A thought I wanted to share came from being in a variety of different places in such a short time frame this holiday season. Recently, as I was walking those city streets (Boston and NYC) I felt very much in my element, at home even. I figured it was because I had lived in those places before. Of course, I felt the same thing in my hometown of Cazenovia, but it was slightly different. I was still wondering what this was all about when I rolled into Philly to see some friends of mine. I got the same at ease feeling from the Philadelphian streets. This served to confuse me further seeing as how this was only my second time in that particular city. I believe now that I don't miss Boston or NYC themselves, but a more urban environment in general. Hell, the car noise of Philly was enough for me to sleep easy. Granted, I have been falling asleep to the sound of the ocean (and a couple oxen) for the past six months, so maybe traffic noise and the sound of the waves are similar enough for my subconscious, but I think there is something more. There is a level of anonymity in cities that simply doesn't exist other places. At my house on the island, as with the road that separates Caz Woods from the Caz Swamp, if you see a car late at night you instinctively want to know what the hell they are doing up so late and in your neck of the woods. The converse must also be true: If they see you from their cars, they must wonder, what you are doing wondering around in the woods or on the beach at such an hour. Should we call someone? Suspicious activity spotted! Release the hounds! I have a flare gun in the trunk! What's the number for 911? Who knows what they're thinking. All of the above perhaps...
In the city it's completely different. With so many cars coming and going at any given time no one cares who you are or what you are doing. I like that for some reason... when people mind their business, cause people should do that... mind their business... dagnabit.
Anywayz, hope 2011 is doing good for all-ya-alls. I got no complaints yet.
Peace&Luv,
ThaBaron
If the last decade was called The Oughts, then I guess we have moved onto The Ought-Nots. (Note To Self: The Ought-Nots is a Good Band Name).
I turned over the new year in style. During the course of the last week of 2010 and the first few days in 2011 I walked some familiar streets in both Boston and NYC, and some unfamiliar ones in Philly: the city of brotherly love. I also spent time up in Caz Woods, but am now resting comfortably back on my island. Yes, Nantucket is mine!
By the way, snow on the beach? -- one of the trippy-est things I have ever seen. I told myself that I would go swimming at least once a month while I was here. This hasn't gone as planned. A couple people said I was crazy, plus it's just too damn cold so my last dip was in November. Oh well... the blue salt of the graceful Atlantic will warm once again. Then I'm be back!: visiting mistress ocean at the witching hour every night.
A thought I wanted to share came from being in a variety of different places in such a short time frame this holiday season. Recently, as I was walking those city streets (Boston and NYC) I felt very much in my element, at home even. I figured it was because I had lived in those places before. Of course, I felt the same thing in my hometown of Cazenovia, but it was slightly different. I was still wondering what this was all about when I rolled into Philly to see some friends of mine. I got the same at ease feeling from the Philadelphian streets. This served to confuse me further seeing as how this was only my second time in that particular city. I believe now that I don't miss Boston or NYC themselves, but a more urban environment in general. Hell, the car noise of Philly was enough for me to sleep easy. Granted, I have been falling asleep to the sound of the ocean (and a couple oxen) for the past six months, so maybe traffic noise and the sound of the waves are similar enough for my subconscious, but I think there is something more. There is a level of anonymity in cities that simply doesn't exist other places. At my house on the island, as with the road that separates Caz Woods from the Caz Swamp, if you see a car late at night you instinctively want to know what the hell they are doing up so late and in your neck of the woods. The converse must also be true: If they see you from their cars, they must wonder, what you are doing wondering around in the woods or on the beach at such an hour. Should we call someone? Suspicious activity spotted! Release the hounds! I have a flare gun in the trunk! What's the number for 911? Who knows what they're thinking. All of the above perhaps...
In the city it's completely different. With so many cars coming and going at any given time no one cares who you are or what you are doing. I like that for some reason... when people mind their business, cause people should do that... mind their business... dagnabit.
Anywayz, hope 2011 is doing good for all-ya-alls. I got no complaints yet.
Peace&Luv,
ThaBaron
And Finally
Here is God & Country (our latest release).
There is a new album going up soon. It's done except for the album art. So stay tuned for such instant classics as To Be A Worm, Drunk As Can Be, and Doom Generation.
There is a new album going up soon. It's done except for the album art. So stay tuned for such instant classics as To Be A Worm, Drunk As Can Be, and Doom Generation.
Lot's o' new MUZAK
More music to check out from The Art Punk Band... and more soon to come. So check it out, or live with regret 4ever.
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