Baked Seizure

Ambronesiac:
Had to annihilate Ambrosiac. Something about how it was legitimate sung poetry made me break out in hives and heave bile from my innards. It was desperately in need of a complete sound baking process. It's called Ambronesiac now. It sort of sticks to the ears like pine tree sap. What. LOL.

Cheerleaders and Dirty South Beats:
The weather in Baton Rouge has been beyond gorgeous. Every day has been like a little piece of paradise. Working on a tan had been extremely uneventful, until Saturday.

One of my companions in the gorgeous weather cranked up a few South Louisiana gangsta cd's yesterday, which coincided with the end of a cheerleading competition at the River Center two blocks away. There were many upset and flustered mothers escorting their cheerleading daughters to vehicles, let me tell you, and shortly thereafter about a 2 million percent increase in the number of police cruisers making my block. Ha. I have never before seen so many people interested in my tanning spot.


Hostility:
Curiously, despite being an outspoken advocate of equal rights for all men and women, of all kinds, I don't know any LGBT people. Support for lesbian and gay rights still makes a lot of people angry. I've taken public scorn for my views in the past, and again recently, and I don't intend to back down.

Considering some hardcore homophobes seem prone to violence, I feel it necessary to say I will defend myself in a big way. Don't try to make me a victim of your fears. I'm not the one.


Novel:
I just chunked 25 pages of work, again. File 13 has seen a lot of activity lately. I kept the good parts. Sometimes writing makes me feel like a word vigilante. The words hurt me... they must prepare to be SMASHED! I've done well not to smash my keyboard into a million pieces over the years. I just have to keep telling myself, "It's not the keyboard's fault."


Politics:
I'm dying to write about politics. It's so much easier than fiction. I'll probably start again soon. Late at night I start feeling the need to spew political satire like a cheap whore who swallowed one too many times without something to wash it down. Yep, that's how I feel about political writing. *____*


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The sun awaits. I really got a good deal with the Latino skin complexion. I love the sun. Have a great Sunday afternoon!

Office Session 1

The Earl and the Governess

The Earl instructed the widow Governess to bind up a small bundle of sticks with anaranjada silk batiked with vermillion diamonds, a cobalt spot in the center of each, with simple rhinestones on little brass bells jingling from the four corners. He told her to take it to the apothecary, purchase a vial of honeysuckle extract to sprinkle over it, and then take it to the butcher. Once there she was to wait for blood sausage containing extra sage, to disguise the heavy abundance of arsenic and strychnine. After that, in the instructions she wrote down, she was to take it to a musician writing a symphony in the basement of the opera house. She walked through the cold and freezing mist to arrive at her destination.

After waiting for a long time for the musician to answer the service entrance to that man's bedroom and makeshift studio she watched aghast as he unwrapped the sausage and flung it against a sheet hanging on the wall. "Thank you very much," he said. "I'll see you out." She stammered but didn't manage to say anything as she mounted the steps to ascend from the place, that met the street at the midway point in the door, making it slightly below ground.

When she got back to the Earl he gave her a nickel from America. She marveled at the valuable gift. It said "Peso" on it, and it gleamed in the light. Then he proposed marriage to her, and promised to spend the rest of his life with her, provided she promised not to pretend to be stupid anymore. He ascertained that she really believed the coin was rare and valuable. It was as if he purchased her body and soul with one shiny peso, so anxious was her desire to milk their relationship for monetary gain.

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Hidden meaning of The Earl and the Governess: The governess once dominated the Earl's cousin in a sexual game that man fell into out of desperation for a relationship. [A video I referenced has been removed from this post's credit because of the involvement of file sharing.] The Earl, anxious to redeem his cousin's reputation from the stigma attached to that socially lethal fetish, forced the governess on a series of maddening errands and to perform monotonous, tedious busy work. Desperate herself for physical attention and capital advancement she took the bait and married the count, frazzled to the core by everything she experienced. The entire story has not been provided here.

Very Much Music

Breaking in the Newish Antennae
[uploaded again, this time in vorbis]

Samples Credits:
--(All samples were less than .25 seconds in length)--
Alex Kenji
Adrian Martin and Oliver K.
Virgil Enzinger
Collabs
The Learning Channel
pink noise
static
silence
found sounds
my own voice

Living Shrine

4walled

Reminds me of the Kamichu shrine. They encountered a poverty god. It was very sad for them, and for the god. They helped the god.

Listening to Mouse on the Keys -- Sezession 2007

Not an Ah Low

This painting strongly brings to mind the feel of the Art Nouveau generation, as evidenced by architecture and items from abroad and from that time period. This work may not be Pablo Picasso's, but it has the distinct feel of the passion he exhibited in his work. Likewise, it conjures the summary opposite of the cubist work of legends like Juan Gris and Georges Bracque. This image exudes the beauty of great artistry, regardless of the date of origin or the creator, and those facts are impossible to deduce without more information.

Moving forward: I rescued a Robin Masterman painting from Vermont Street. It is a work of pure genius, even though the Star of David has been emblazoned on it (that's an odd place for it [thoughts click into place]). "If I ever find the one who mocked the caged bird separated from its loved ones, then I will plunge myself dangerously into the breach from whence the knowledge came."

My long collage, reminiscent of a narrow train track in its layout, and my latest in visual production, needed support from the softer side of life. As I go along I've been layering out the copyrighted features of the models involved. When I got to the top layer I carefully placed pictures of men in ascent. One of them is half nude, the others would look great in the buff to some woman or another. Only an insecure man would forever produce, in the genre of multimedia, pieces that only other men could enjoy. I don't sell my artistic works. In addition to all the pieces of abstract art I've done, which have no value except that I created them, I have produced the visual equivalent of poetry for someone who can't read -- pictures of men over pictures of women. It remains incomplete, as of right now, and won't be until no photographer can stake a claim to any part of it.

Pictures

I love communicating with people, but the posting here will very shortly be nothing but pictures and quips. The Internet is a very real distraction and hindrance to artistic production when it comes to audio and involved prose. As such there won't be much communication coming from me for some time.

I have shut off the back end of the house, and the former living room will now be the music studio. Have begun the process of moving all audio equipment into the new room, and will be lining the walls with mattresses and packing cushions to aid in the recording process. My novel will be in production concurrently with the album, and so I'm going to be very busy.

None of the music will be released until the finished product is complete in its entirety. I have not yet decided whether to release the novel's first four chapters when they are finished and progress in a serial fashion, or to release it in its entirety like the music. That's all empty planning until the material becomes available anyway.

I won't be leaving the house much. Nobody will find me at a coffee house or anywhere else, at least until the album is finished. There's no money to spend on the pursuit of companionship anyway, and so that's something that will just have to wait. I may be somewhat lonely, but a relationship won't help me get ahead in life. Furthering my artistic career will, or it will kill me.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate the moral support I feel when I meet people who have taken an interest in my progress. It means more than I can express.

Blessed be.

Intricate Animation Still Backgrounds

More than anything else the elaborate, meta-realistic backgrounds of anime feature films drew me into the genre. When first watching Akira twelve years ago I was blown away. I was looking at the things that had been missing from every American animation movie I had ever seen at that point. The vision of a nitty gritty reality condensed to deliver an emotional impact I had never experienced from cartoons, and in that moment I knew why cartoons and anime could never be considered the same thing.



Pixar, and DreamWorks, advanced computer animation to the point of hyper-realistic smoothness and clarity, but the edge of real life doesn't really enter into their equations. Darker Japanese animation, at least all the animation I consider high quality, doesn't leave out the broken glass, the drops of blood, the graffiti, the ash cans, the things most Americans consider less than ideal. Without that touch of flawed vision American animation has simply never struck me as meaningful in an adult world. Conversely, the more idyllic Japanese animation devotes massive detail to flower petals, interplay of light and darkness, spectral refractions, really the entire gamut of artistic heights. So many works are more like portfolios of artistic masterpieces than simple moving art.



Anime has proven to be more and more enlightening as I have grown older, visually, story wise and musically, at least as far as I'm concerned. There's still so much to be said for American animation and cartoons, but, as an artist, it has never satisfied my hunger for deep artistic lucidity. A lot of people have criticized my fondness for Japanese animation over the years. I have often wondered if they ever even attempted to watch any of it with an open mind.



I'm not sure where these backgrounds came from, but they do represent some of what I've been discussing. They are very appealing, and what I could come up with for free on short notice (I don't spend a lot of time planning my posts ["No!" You may exclaim]). Hopefully they will give a feel for what I intended to convey. There is a deep feeling of life in imperfections, and a deep sense of artistic integrity in intricately portrayed colors and light.

Babel on

"The Tower of Babel may have been something frightening to behold to become the object of 'divine anger.' By the time of the advent of the Babel fish intelligent beings had grown accustomed to understanding each other at a basic level, and that was never capable of being removed from human reality again. The only living entity to suffer horrific side effects from human understanding went through incarnations of many beings, including a whale and a potted flower plant. Compassionate beings may have been more concerned about that entity's suffering had they ever stopped to listen to whales or flowers." - ongoing analysis of Do Not Panic.

Keppler

Johannes Keppler, an astronomer and a physicist, proposed a number of theories that, in my opinion, created controversy because of their completely neutral stance. The melting points of these elements can be said to correlate directly to how difficult it was for the man to stay cool under constant scrutiny of multiple royal courts in Europe. He credited God with all his discoveries, and was an incredible intellect. He both advanced the ideas of physical cosmology and demonstrated proof of the laws of astrophysics (he fell down at least once). [Pleasure doing education, education wrung science somehow grasped at star level. Dynamic entendre, yowza.]