tonight was a good night. but i can’t write about that, so let’s also talk about how today was also awesome.

i clocked into my office job at about 10am, and clocked out at about noon….to go thrifting. my aim was to find clothes and maybe some stuff i could use for my music endeavors. I ended up finding something beyond my petty hopes.

Let’s backtrack.

My good friend William let me borrow a wonderfully cheesy synth, created the very year I was created…1981. It had wooden caps; it had corny noises. I was IN LOVE. I recorded it to accompany the guitar in my song, fifteen second rule.

Recently, his sister (who the synth actually belonged to, and who is also a ballerina) broke her leg or something of that sort….so, to pass the time, required the synth to be returned. Understandable. I was glad to comply but sad that I would not be able to use it any longer.

Fast forward to today! I found a synth that not only contained the very sound circuits used in the other casiotone, but this one – being two years newer – also contained within it, a cheesy drum machine and cheesy bass accompaniment! All housed in faded silver plastic!

The girl behind the counter at the thrift store saw the GINORMOUS thirty dollar price tag and said, “oh…are you sure? maybe we can plug it in and test it before you buy it to see if it works?”

“oh, I’ll MAKE it work if i have to.”

“i see”….

slight fast forward to a few hours later….

it works so well. yay casiotone!

21:51 < sewshi> lenox, you are preparing to resurrect castlevania..
21:51 < sewshi> with this music

that’s pretty much true

What you see in the picture above, is a limo with huge chrome rims and lettering that says “EDUCATION 1st” on the window. You also see proof that the earth isn’t round, it’s more like a pancake that flops around in space. Stupid phone cam.

This post won’t have pictures at all!

It’s rainy out. And by that I mean, it’s going to be rainy. I went outside of the office, looked to the west, and it was BLACK like ghostbusters 1 in the sky. Which sucks, because the amp repairman finally called today and was like “haha, I forgot to call you, but your amp is ready!” This guy has a ring of CHEVY LOGO tattoos around his arm; it’s excellent. But I can’t go pick it up during this shitstorm. I have to poop and I know it’s going to be nasty because I skipped dinner last night accidentally:

*SNIP* I went and got drunk with friends and read a book of short stories that was recommended to me specifically by a friend. Which is funny because it’s a book about being an absolute drunk and a heroin addict and being so lucid that they’d be a fool not to call you a genius but also knowing you’re going to die very sad and very alone. It’s called Jesus’ Son by Denis Johnson and I can recommend it.

Sometimes he’ll describe an emotion or sensation that he’s having, before you even know what he’s feeling, before it makes sense in the narrative, because things happen spontaneously in the human heart. And you realize, afterwards, that he did this because he himself was at a loss for what was happening, too. I’ve never really read anything that was able to do that for me.

I’d like to pick up my amp right now. I’d like to skip work, skip flaunt, go home and record. I miss the casiotone. I want a cello. I want to just finish up that pedal so I can use it and work on textures, textures. I am learning that it’s not all about composition and structure….you have to have rich, nasty textures! And they don’t have to be distinct; they can bleed into each other and bleed thru your shitty car speakers and resonate horribly and still be music. You’re allowed to do this. I haven’t played guitar in ages. I always think ‘this time’s the one…where i won’t even touch it for another few years…i’ll withdraw and be one of these lazy florida people. numb myself out with dancing and drinking and have absolutely.no.creative.output.and.spare.you.all’ but then i shake myself.

That’s silly!