Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

Creative

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Three consecutive nights of four hour trips into the recording studio will yield my completed studio demo on Saturday, ready for track-listing and duplication. Duplication, however, is the major issue at hand. I could just copy discs one at a time and put lables on them as i did last time, but i think the whopping 25 discs that were made indicates what a pain in the ass that is. I could go through Mp3.com, where i’d make back half of each unit price, but i can’t use either of the covers i recorded because of legal issues. Finally, i could just get 150 discs pressed and printed, but that would cost as much as $4 per unit out of pocket, so i’d need to charge at least $3 per disc to cover my expenses. So, what do you think? Do you want new music from me bad enough to send me a few dollars in the mail, or is it mostly important for me to get it out fast and free? The whole point is to spread it to the masses, so i really care what your opinion is.

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Trio: Season 1, #17

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So, yeah, today’s trio is up. In the true spirit of Trio, it features brand new and mostly unrehearsed material recorded in one ten minute take. The new song might be called “Colorblind,” and that’s the first time i ever played it. The second song is the infamous Ani tune from earlier this week (which i transcribed by ear yesterday), and the third was linked way back on last Sunday. So, this is actually a relevant Trio. Enjoy.

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My emotions flow out like sand in an hourglass filling up the past. They’re from a beach full of grains, like a pallet of colors, but this is what i’m left to paint with. I used all of my red to make a beautiful heart – that’s where it all started. And i lost the black and blue painting it to match you, and wiping out all the working parts. I had a rainbow of colors to paint our love, but now it’s just sand through my fingers. I’ll be lucky if i’m left with the grey sky that it was cast against to paint what lingers. I gave you my first times and I gave you my trust, and you just smoldered like a furnace. We were hot enough that all we did was combust, and ashes are all we’re left with. I had a rainbow of colors to paint our love, but now it’s just sand through my fingers. I’ll be lucky if i’m left with the grey sky that it was cast against to paint what lingers. The enormity
of you and me made me colorblind. And now that that we’re through I’m scraping together all that’s left over of the colors i can find. I found a discarded green: the color of your envy. I’ve got white for my spotlight. ‘Cause you were center stage; you stole the applause from my life. And i’ve got just enough left over to paint a four leaf clover. Yeah,
I’ll need all the luck in the world. ‘Cuz i’m standing here drained of all of my color, and my hourglass is shattered – it will never be the same.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3213820/

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So, um, yeah. My mother hated last year’s demo because she’s stupid. Or, rather, she is all about the show that’s put on for her, and she can’t notice lyrics or songwriting without it. The demo was explicitly meant as a showcase of those two things, since it totally lacked quality of production, but she could never get past that so she never really listened to it. So, suddenly she’s handed a tape with a studio quality “under my skin” on it, and she wants to send it to the record companies right now despite the fact that it still pretty much sounds like shit. Of course, she doesn’t care, because the studio EQ and the backing vocals are there so she can gush all over it and say that i’ve never done anything worthwhile ever before in my life. Which is the worst compliment she could ever pay me, because this is the product of my life, not its sum total. Or something. This is why she’s in Florida right now and i don’t mind so much…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3204160/