I just got back from Chappy's house, where we spent the afternoon putting drums on a new song called Wasting Time. Here's the demo:
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Wasting Time Words and music by Tom Baker (c) 2008
I'd like to use a metaphor
Before you throw me out the door
If that is how far gone we are
If it seems we fell apart so fast
Like Alice and the looking glass
Illusions masked the way we were
It was 10 degrees below
Like children playing in the snow
We were distracted from the cold
When frostbite came to settle in
We were wondering how it came to this
We didn't really want to know
We were wasting time...
I'd really like to be profound
Try to turn this thing around
But I'm just wasting all your time
I'd like to think of something deep
To try to make you stop and think
But I'm just wasting all your time
From your myopic point of view
The best was right in front of you
But there was more you wouldn't see
Demons lurking underneath
Start surfacing eventually
And when you saw the worst in me
You knew you were wasting time...
We are leaning towards eventually releasing this material under the Jackrabbit Dares name. The current working title for the project is "All Hail Our Arctic Overlords".
Barack Obama seized command of the race for the White House Tuesday night, defeating John McCain in Ohio and building a near insurmountable Electoral College advantage as he bid to become the first black president.
I have no words. Congratulations to President-Elect Obama!
Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoy this scary good performance from this scary good band. The band is Wilco and the track is Impossible Germany off of their album Sky Blue Sky. Nels Cline's solo is my favorite thing about this song. I'm not sure if I like this one better than the solo he played on the live version of Ashes of American Flags from Kicking Television, but this is just awesome. I love the way the band comes out of the solo section, too. Nels Cline is a bad, bad man and Wilco is about 800,782,114 times better with him playing lead. Reason number 1,213,872,463 why I want to be Nels Cline when I grow up.
For some reason I'm in a random ridiculous numbers kind of a mood today. Sorry.
Here's a bonus video of Ashes of American flags. The audio on this one is a little weird, but the performance is awesome. The solo is at around the 3:45 mark.
Super bonus video, only for the truly brave: Here's what Nels does (well, one of the things he does) without Wilco. I now present the Nels Cline Singers:
Still here? Now that was a track for Halloween!
Here's something completely different to send you on your way.
Did I mention that this guy is one of my all time guitar heroes? Have a happy Halloween and enjoy your own scary good music!
Remember the PSAs at the end of G.I. Joe cartoons. It was like they plugged in some wholesome message at the end of the show so that your parents would let you watch a half hour of people blowing each other up interrupted periodically by commercials for toys that you just had to have? That didn't really work on my parents, who wouldn't even let me play with toy guns, so I had to go over to my friend Mike's house to watch it. Oops, I just let the cat out of the bag. I hope the statute of limitations is up on that one.
Anyway, if G.I. Joe had PSAs like these, I may have been able to watch it at home. (From For Tax Reasons.)
Shannon and I are celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary today, so in honor of that I wanted to do a large pictorial showing what we were like back then and how much we've changed over the years. However, I saw the pictures and decided that I would like to survive to be married for ten years. So, in honor of our ninth anniversary, for absolutely no reason at all, I present this hilarious attack add that has nothing at all to do with my wedding or marriage.
Yes, you read that right. "Hilarious attack add" was written here. Trust me. (From Cracked.)
Happy anniversary, honey. I'm sorry I'm such a goon.
I just finished writing another new song. There's a few more that I'm working on, but I haven't really gotten them where I'd like them yet to demo them to post here. I can't really put a timetable on the project (whatever it is) yet, but the ideas are starting to come. This newest song is called "Think of Me", and it's a little dark and vindictive. As always, there are some deep seated reasons for that, which are between me and my therapist (a Yamaha guitar). Also, my brother Chris played the tasty artistic violin part on this.
Here's the demo:
UPDATED: Due to a script issue I have yet to solve, you must go to the permalink to hear the demo. Sorry.
Think of Me Words and music by Tom Baker (c)2008
When you look back on your life
And see what's passed you by
If you start to wonder why
I hope you think of me
When bitterness consumes
And it's eating up at you
If it's all that you can do
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me...
When it never feels quite right
And it just isn't worth the fight
When you lay awake at night
I hope you think of me
When you're swallowed by despair
And you can't bring yourself to care
If you wonder how you got here
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me...
When you look back on your life
And all you can do is cry
When you see what's passed you by
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me...
I'll put the others up here when they're ready. As always, any feedback is appreciated.
If the RIAA and MPAA ran the handbag industry, from Wired:
For starters, handbags would only work in one country. All of a handbag's contents would fall from the bottom at a border crossing, or while on an international flight, under the industry's HRM standards.
This HRM tool, like DRM on digital music files and DVDs, would only allow the purse to be worn with a single outfit. The handbag would not function with a different outfit, thus requiring another purchase of the same handbag if a change of clothes was in order.
Yes, DRM is that bad. So is the aggressive litigation and general misinformation produced by these ridiculous agencies.
