captains log .............. ha! log!
after the crumbs from the broken biscuits had been blown away from my feet by a army of small elves, i had the chance to return back on course to the town in the sky known to the Saudi Arabian bush monkeys as "noosp labte" where the Turkmenistan rule of not being allowed to do ballet is over ruled by salmon of the eastern region of hairy women. after settling the war on hungry hippos, which i won, i managed to get to college and do some work on my composition on the 14Th of mars, or to foreigners as KABLAH! the two compositions are proving bastards and i now believe that the angry kitten known as terry, is beginning to tear apart the tapestry to the reindeer who now has an eye infection due to its contact lenses it had asked the badger to help it with because the reindeer, due to contrary belief doesn't have apposing thumbs. my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake my mind is falling apart like a wet cake. this week so far after beating a vending machine for shortchanging me, and slapping a Frenchman for confuzling me with long words like bonjour and then saying wee which i now means yes, which lead to thinking of whats no? poo? and wats poo? no??? they are a strange race those from Kazakhstan. the recording session in the studio today went quite well, apart from the little machine they call a mouse, which seemed to be moving all over the place and then clicking like it had a speech disability. then on the break in the morning, the bearded pig came back to haunt me using it laser beams, but out of pure coincidence, my £2 coin was shiny enough to confuse the pig and gave me enough time to escape a third time, and to prepare for its strangeness of drinking all the tea and eating digestives through a straw made of straw. my disappointment in the jacket potato was obvious when i had eaten all the cheese from the top, when the potato itself was solid like a piece of clay in an oven with a building imprinted on it with the words p.i.e on the bottom, which i have reason to believe means either, people ingest elephants, pineapples indulged Estonia, or the less obvious, pi = e2. this dampened my esteem until i meet up with my friends the squirrels. then in the studio, the last track we had to record involved alot of movement and headphones which meant alot of work. it ended up on an imperfect cadence in the sense..... xactly. and old pieces of toast don't get eaten, so therefore we will be finishing it tomorrow. timmy??..... no...... no!..... leave the marshmallows alone!....... don't!!!! the marshmallow men are coming......... i can sense them............. their tasteful colours and the words mmmm nice still ring in my ears from the last time......... as i was saying, the meaning of pi is 3....... no Timmy, quiet......... they want the Garibaldi's........ end transmission.... o shit
Thursday, 29 March 2007
Monday, 5 March 2007
when the guitar speaks you listen! comprendé??(continued)
sorry people, its late and i forget things, i forgot to say KABLAH!!!!!!! no seriously, well i did but thats not the point. i forgot to say that our new piece is our piece with the different time signature and that ive been practising some joe satriani, steve vai, metallica, and creating my own music on acoustic and electric guitars. i have also been listening to some incubus, satriani, vai, petrucci, malmsteen and rage against the machine so far this week.
now its over....... lucky you
now its over....... lucky you
when the guitar speaks you listen! comprendé??
. capitains log.... stargate 0.7462531 and a quarter.
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translate that!
Captains log.... stargate............. muffin.... no....... stargate march 5th.... monday........ point 6.
the marshmellow men have continued their assult on the playdough and are now regaining their weponary to advance on the kitchen table. after meeting up with satriani on the crystal planet, ice 9 (thats right i worked it out) the previous week after the solo thing we did in EO.45, which i thought everyone did awsome at, the star ship zaj-kmv returned from a long voyage to earth to chill for a bit. in the mean time i had some time to tighten up a few loose ends in my bass and guitar playing, but still need major improvments. i have also learnt a few things aswell as songs but mainly to do with the guitar itself (which i shall keep as a secret to moi. mwahahahaha). any way.
last friday was quite imense. there was alot of shit being through at various fans all over the place, and i dont mean shit as in, yea m8, your shit, but wow! dats some good shit! (see, lots of shit, but good shit). anyway, off the shit. there was alot of good shit being rocked and im glad to have witnessed it. the only downside was when i was rocking out with 'the feline monsters' and i had a king kong sac tap on the mic stand wich realy really hurt! coming down from a height of around 5 ft onto a mic stand isnt cool, trust, but before that and after that it was still awsome stuff. anyway, in the morning, the band of renegades started throwing some shit into the fan of rock and coming up with some riffs and ideas, which slowly turned into some random rocking/shred. when i say throwing shit at the fan i didnt literaly mean it mr monkey! after some well deserved breakfast from starbucks, i returned to some more intense rocking and decided to wander and have a listen to the bands in the rooms at that time (which was sadly also the sac tap time of destruction). everyones stuff is developing well and sounds awsome. after returning to the passenger seat next to tom the slayer of all scales known to mortals for the ........5...6......... 8th time and listening in to what he and sam the animal were rocking, it was lunch. this then ment calling in on mr lee of the gtar and starbucks, both matters of great importance. when i returned we went through the 2 tracks we had already created and they are now tighter and better than before. we then began on our mission from the last time we were at the rooms of immensity when we were all pretty much braindead. after centurion joeicus maximus arived from his throne upstairs to tell us we could us our tracks we composed in princess kirsy, omigoe of the great andycus guy.......icus, master of all who think that flying in circles is a good idea and that pilots should do it in boats made of spounges from the eastern coast of australia, and co-founder of the co-op.....'s lesson, tom said "we can use mine if you want", which we agreed to. it sounded awsome when he showed it to us and it was quite easy to get to grips with. i added a bit of slap bass into it and tossed some ideas at tom and the others which were elaborated on and made better.
i think we could make it a bit better by changing the rhytm on the drums and bass to make the main riff sound less repetitive, and maybe add some harmonies in or another riff over the top of the main riff. these are things we can , in my opinion improve on the track, although it isnt finished yet, these are just shit being thrown at an already pretty shitty fan but with alot of good shit not monkey shit all over it, more, rock god shit, which although it isnt nice to have shit all over the place its good because its all about the rock, not shit. in other words these are just small ideas being tossed into the ether like a strange person with an odd sock, it could be useful, but until it is with its other sock, its pretty pointless. maybe not a good similie but im sure you get the idea, their just ideas thrown around (ill stop here). there is little to say thats bad about the track so far because its not finished ant there isnt really, in my opinion. comments are allowed if you think there are things that could be made better about the track. please leave your comments on the comments bit and your address and favouritve out of fire and strange smells emitting from a fat guys arse.
overal a good rehersal!
over and out compendrés!
p.s ignore the post before this because it is pointless and has no meaning, nt that most of this does.....but still ignore it
pps sorry its so long........
shit count: 16 times
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translate that!
Captains log.... stargate............. muffin.... no....... stargate march 5th.... monday........ point 6.
the marshmellow men have continued their assult on the playdough and are now regaining their weponary to advance on the kitchen table. after meeting up with satriani on the crystal planet, ice 9 (thats right i worked it out) the previous week after the solo thing we did in EO.45, which i thought everyone did awsome at, the star ship zaj-kmv returned from a long voyage to earth to chill for a bit. in the mean time i had some time to tighten up a few loose ends in my bass and guitar playing, but still need major improvments. i have also learnt a few things aswell as songs but mainly to do with the guitar itself (which i shall keep as a secret to moi. mwahahahaha). any way.
last friday was quite imense. there was alot of shit being through at various fans all over the place, and i dont mean shit as in, yea m8, your shit, but wow! dats some good shit! (see, lots of shit, but good shit). anyway, off the shit. there was alot of good shit being rocked and im glad to have witnessed it. the only downside was when i was rocking out with 'the feline monsters' and i had a king kong sac tap on the mic stand wich realy really hurt! coming down from a height of around 5 ft onto a mic stand isnt cool, trust, but before that and after that it was still awsome stuff. anyway, in the morning, the band of renegades started throwing some shit into the fan of rock and coming up with some riffs and ideas, which slowly turned into some random rocking/shred. when i say throwing shit at the fan i didnt literaly mean it mr monkey! after some well deserved breakfast from starbucks, i returned to some more intense rocking and decided to wander and have a listen to the bands in the rooms at that time (which was sadly also the sac tap time of destruction). everyones stuff is developing well and sounds awsome. after returning to the passenger seat next to tom the slayer of all scales known to mortals for the ........5...6......... 8th time and listening in to what he and sam the animal were rocking, it was lunch. this then ment calling in on mr lee of the gtar and starbucks, both matters of great importance. when i returned we went through the 2 tracks we had already created and they are now tighter and better than before. we then began on our mission from the last time we were at the rooms of immensity when we were all pretty much braindead. after centurion joeicus maximus arived from his throne upstairs to tell us we could us our tracks we composed in princess kirsy, omigoe of the great andycus guy.......icus, master of all who think that flying in circles is a good idea and that pilots should do it in boats made of spounges from the eastern coast of australia, and co-founder of the co-op.....'s lesson, tom said "we can use mine if you want", which we agreed to. it sounded awsome when he showed it to us and it was quite easy to get to grips with. i added a bit of slap bass into it and tossed some ideas at tom and the others which were elaborated on and made better.
i think we could make it a bit better by changing the rhytm on the drums and bass to make the main riff sound less repetitive, and maybe add some harmonies in or another riff over the top of the main riff. these are things we can , in my opinion improve on the track, although it isnt finished yet, these are just shit being thrown at an already pretty shitty fan but with alot of good shit not monkey shit all over it, more, rock god shit, which although it isnt nice to have shit all over the place its good because its all about the rock, not shit. in other words these are just small ideas being tossed into the ether like a strange person with an odd sock, it could be useful, but until it is with its other sock, its pretty pointless. maybe not a good similie but im sure you get the idea, their just ideas thrown around (ill stop here). there is little to say thats bad about the track so far because its not finished ant there isnt really, in my opinion. comments are allowed if you think there are things that could be made better about the track. please leave your comments on the comments bit and your address and favouritve out of fire and strange smells emitting from a fat guys arse.
overal a good rehersal!
over and out compendrés!
p.s ignore the post before this because it is pointless and has no meaning, nt that most of this does.....but still ignore it
pps sorry its so long........
shit count: 16 times
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