I often wonder… who exactly am i trying to get to come to my site? The crew from shafted visits often, as do my friends, but i’m not sure what random crowd of people i am trying (and have been trying for the past two years) to attract. I suppose that i am a fan of a few sites similar to my own, and so am looking for other young and arty net denziens. However, i think the only other website i know of that has a similar DIY songwriting theme is Leigh Marble’s Laughing Stock Records. So who am i looking for? Someone to listen to me play? It’s not as if i am uder some misguided impression that i’ll be “discovered” on the internet, i just think sites like mine (lo-fi, often updated, personal, songwriting) should probably be more prevalent than they already are. Perhaps i need to look around a bit more…
Things i did last nite:
As accurately predicted last night, i am sick. I tried my best to defend against the oncoming illness last night, but to no avail: I gargled with salt water, i drank echinacea tea, i ate soup, i ate more soup. Perhaps this all managed to dull the impact of waking up hot and sore (and not in a good way), but the fact still remains that i am quite a few yards under the weather. Meanwhile, i have to go and tie up loose apartment ends today with Matt. Also, the audio for freespeech still isn’t working. >cough
Of course, the freespeech.org audio server would have to be down in the ten minutes directly following my uploading of a new song. I personally don’t bitch much about freespeech, because they are not only free but offer excellent service. However, i fully intend to be settled in to my own domain name by the time i finish recording the next demo CD. 25megs can be slightly limiting if you intend to juggle large amounts of audio files at once, and my utter lack of a cgi-bin is not helping the situation any. So, i’m in the market for a host with 50megs, real-media servers, and cgi all in their basic service plan. Until then? >Sigh
krisisPM: So, i’m the #5 Power Blogger
krisisPM: Still, all very much your fault
EMP750: Thanks. I like being blamed for things.
EMP750: what’s a power blogger?
i’m deciding on a version to upload as we speak
surround Fri, 07 Jul 2000 21:49:12 -0400 Capo 3rd Em D Em Cadd (asus2) I've got nothing to say - did you think it'd go any other way I've been holding it all in - asphyxiate and now i've gone astray somewhere in my mind i knew all the words i had meant for you I was trying to be kind but now i just want to hurt you... I've got nowhere to run and it's no fun - and you know i am hiding something where it won't be found deep under ground - under these sounds hiding under these sounds surround me all around my body i can't see past your light your skin this day this dimness i am surrounded i am surrounded by... i'm out of my age staring into the sun - i remember being young it's so far in my mind - it's not the same after you've spent some time out in the life it won't apologize for the scars it leaves on you and me on me yours are more obscure - looks decieve sounds... i am bitter just ask me how i taste like the salt over your shoulder this is no kindof way for me to be don't you see you and me i've got things to lay out on the table lay me down.. sounds... this is no kinda way to be i can't say say how i'd see things eye to eye maybe i can i can escape some kind of way but i haven't found a thing to say i've got nothing to say
Viktor is entirely packed and ready to go, and yet unexplicably still very much here. Yes, him and his stupid Adult Contemporary radio station. Meanwhile, i think all of the negative energy i have been manifesting towards him (and all the non-effective passive agressiveness) has now backfired and made me sick. Yes, i feel sick. Ever since the middle of high school i stopped getting sick, but i started getting very sick every so often. This past Christmas i was couch-bound with a a fever that was over 103 degrees. I was hoping that my next near-death experience wouldn’t occur for at least another year, but i might be wrong. Either way, i try not to dwell on sickness unless i have to because that just makes it worse. I left the room to play guitar (i had been playing quietly in the room, but then he turned on the stereo and walked out) and suddenly found myself burning up. Back in the room, i feel under control. Either our air conditioner is working wonders, or i am literally making myself sick by not voicing my complaints. Just 24 more hours… 24 more hours… everyone, repeat after me, 24 more hours…