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[19 Aug 2009|12:05am] |
So I like someone.
And I'm dating someone else.
I'm fucked.
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[05 Aug 2009|01:46am] |
So I recorded with Dr. Dinosaur and Great Job on Monday for a total of 12 hours. It was deathly hot in Ruben's room/recording space and my chest felt like a dinosaur had shit on it and then stepped on it using voodoo.
I think the recordings will sound great.
Maybe....
OH and I'm playing a show on Friday with The Last Chance Drunks and this sweet alt-country band The Lusitania from El Paso. It's at Dry River and everyone should come.
That means you.
I'll never be completely sure of what I want. And I'm miserable because of it.
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[20 Jul 2009|11:57pm] |
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Sorry for the non-updates.
I'm lying in bed right now. And I'm tired. This week has just barely started and I'm already bored to death. I'm going to see Tool tomorrow meaning I'll be missing out on playing/seeing the dr. dinosaur show. Oh well, Tool is awesome and I'm stoked on going.
I've been feeling pretty weird lately. Just a little uncomfortable. I'm not sure why or if there's anything I can do about it but whatever.
I'm ready to hit the road again for a little while. I hate staying in one place for too long. I start to get anxious and isolated. Hopefully this will all change soon.
I'm writing a lot of new stuff that I hope I will be able to record soon. I'm putting out some new tapes as well. OH and the mustache Gus EP will be finished and ready Saturday. Nice.
Happy Get High/Taco Tuesday. They go hand in hand.
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[06 Jul 2009|09:15pm] |
So sweet. From the Warren Ellis "Black Summer" series. READ IT.
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[05 Jul 2009|10:18pm] |
I decided to take the plunge and go vegan.
It's a decision that I have given a lot of thought over. I had been a vegetarian for 8+ years, and I figured it was about time to do what I knew was right. I am also lactose intolerant, hopefully making the transition slightly easier.
And to think, Jimbo will finally be right when he says, "Dude, you can't touch that - it isn't vegan".
BeeTeeDub, super stoked for the Logan/AIDS Free return.
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[29 Jun 2009|06:24pm] |
Today sucked at work. The deli is so slow; the managers are starting to freak the fuck out. Oh well, the job blows and I probably should start with my plan and figuring out how to make money without really leaving the house. Any ideas?
I'm playing a solo acoustic show as Woolly Mammoth at Breyell's house on Wednesday. If anyone is interested (as well as in town) then please come and support my nervous ways. I haven't played solo in a little while as well as without Logan so it'll be interesting. And if you need directions or the address, just let me know. Matt A McMillan, Tropical Abortion, Michael Huerta and Shela Yu are also playing. So choice.
Here's a .gif I found humorous...
Happy MoDaught hunting.
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[28 Jun 2009|06:50pm] |
So here's my first post on my old livejournal.
Apparently a bunch of my friends still use it, so I figured I'd give an old email/password a shot and BOOM I logged in.
Ok.
-RayBear
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| "I left the only person who made me happy on Mars..."(oh the Tragedy!) Mach 1 |
[20 Dec 2006|12:00am] |
Wooden blocks fallin' from the sky
Blocking the words, formin' in my mind
Three winters ago, they'd never show
When I was younger, on fire
Never wantin' to waste my ink
The pen would drip and I would sing
My fingers plucking and hitting chords
While I spilled them out all over the floor
I would strum out some shit about Halloween
And how I never felt so inbetween
Well three years passed by so fast
Wearin' them out till they became the past
And now I'm sorry
You'll never know about those times
I'd play the scenarios in my mind
Those dramas onstage where I pulled the strings
And let myself fall again and again
The dialogue written but poorly improvised
A group of three but tangled by lies
I never once pulled the golden rope
To close the curtain and end the show
Because never did I find that perfect script
Like I did on that cold winter trip
Dressed in black, head to toe
You hair was longer than before
But that was all part of the magic act
Midnight came and you'd turn back
I never figured out what you were to me
(I cut my head open)
pulled out my brain and now I see
You were everything.
The gravel under the swing layered the earth
Nails diggin', causin' my feet to hurt
And I'm no expert when it comes to pain
But time has taught me, again and again
Everything in space I hold to you
Couldn't see what you'd grow into
But now I know, and I want it back
Don't need God to tell me what I can't have
Because I already know.
My words like stones will fall when thrown
They give me ammunition, I've been shown
But I'm not asking for war or something to fight
I'm not asking for the horses to ride on by
With guns firing and a soldier's blood on my hands
I'm trapped as an executioner on foreign lands
(I know the life I took was the one I shared)
I sent her to heaven while I took care of hell
And I'm still there, on fire.
Just read the lines until you're through
Everything's spelled out in front of you
Nothing my pen can't scribble out
Nothing but a simple sowing of my mouth
Another open and shut case
(Another open and shut case, on Mars.)
The aliens come and take me away.
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[28 Jun 2006|10:50pm] |
This has been on my mind for quite some time, so here it goes...
Fuck you if you consider yourself my friend and yet you care more about money than our friendship.
Fuck you if you hug me one minute then forget my name the next.
Fuck you if you don't return my calls/messages because you'd rather lie and say you care.
Fuck you if you think you're too good to talk to me.
Fuck you for being one less person I can trust.
Just fuck you.
That's all.
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[22 Jun 2006|06:57pm] |
So, Brittani and I broke up.
Yeah.
Damnit.
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[12 Jun 2006|12:30am] |
Oh man, I just finished this stupid site I was working on (mainly, what took the longest was finishing all the artwork). Everyone should check out the site for my new/old band Empire Peach right here baby. It's all you ever needed.
-Ray
P.S. Check out the band live too. We'll blow your nipple hairs off.
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[30 May 2006|10:09pm] |
Now we've sent them off to fight in foreign lands
Where the blood and oil mix into the sands
The night will come, the day will soon fade
The only way out is through God's great hands.
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[27 Feb 2006|01:25pm] |
So yeah, I found the uncensored promo reel for the movie Basic Instinct 2 online. I watched it, thought about it, watched it again, and then went outside to enjoy a nice "sit" by the fountain. Oh, back to the trailer thing.
So it looks like it's not actually a trailer, as it contains plenty of shots of Sharon Stone's te-ta's and some lesbianismo and some death and fast cars and some touching. Supposedly this movie is rated R, although....jebus...that's ALOT of sex. I mean, not just "Hey, let's get under these covers and bone." type of sex, but "Hey, let's strip naked, lay on top of the covers, I grind on you, you flip me over, you hump me even harder, and I moan like hell. Then, I'm going to go to a club, go to a VIP room, and have another guy get on top of me and hump me even harder. Lastly, I'm going to go back to my apartment, and you choke me while boning me from behind" type of sex. And in all fairness, there are plenty of other scenes in the promo reel, including a scene of Sharon playing the 'ol pink oboe in a car WHILE DRIVING. God, pimpin' ain't easy.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is the fact that this movie looks terrible; not just because it's a little overblown with sex, or the fact that Sharon Stone can't act, or the fact that this movie is going to be on early morning Cinemax a month after its release, or the fact that the first film really didn't warrant a sequel at all, or the fact that even though the film is being released in Europe first, there still isn't any penis (although a very wrinkly Sharon), or the fact the film is called "Basic Instinct 2:Risk Addiction" (risk addiction!?! Who has an addiction to risk?!).
All things considered, I'm still probably going to go see it and throw my money down the toilet (or at the nice guy behind the counter at the Foothills Mall theater who recommends movies and wears a goofy hat). I'll probably be with Brittani, we'll get some pretzels and that sour patch stuff, we'll sit, talk a little, laugh a little, during the previews she'll say, "Hey, that movie looks good, let's go see that.", I'll agree. The lights will dim, the THX or whatever surround sound the theaters use will test, and the movie will start. We'll watch, wonder, and maybe even cry a little.
And through it all, maybe, JUST MAYBE, I will get some lovin' that night. Just maybe...
The promo-reel for the movie that might get me some love, or at least take $20 from my wallet
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[23 Feb 2006|10:10pm] |
I'm waiting for my rice to finish so I can mix it with my tofu-beef substitute and have a glorious feast. God....
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[17 Feb 2006|07:43am] |
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settings. You thrive on the concept of the
underdog coming out on top.
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[10 Feb 2006|03:11pm] |
"Latin folk artist OsoBúho has been signed to Isolation Records! A bio and music will be added to the page within the next few days. Add these guys and help support a growing musical scene. Thanks guys!
( OsoBúho )
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[08 Feb 2006|11:17am] |
I was working this morning on various projects, minding my own business, when I decided to check out Msn.com to see if they had some pics of Britney Spears holding her 4-month old in her lap while driving. I didn't find that. But, I did find a link that said "No Charges Expected for Britney". My dismay was evident by the crushed muffin beside me. But then I noticed something, just a tad more disgusting then the incident itself. Would you like to see it? I warn you. This isn't some lame joke or some "trivial pursuit" for a cheap laugh, this my friends, is what teenage boys would fantasize about everyday of their lives post-1998. This is what brought back the Catholic-schoolgirl-outfit-despite-the-fact-you-aren't-Catholic-neither-are-you-in-school trend. This is what haunts the dreams of sailors and sea captains the world over. I give you...
( BRITNEY SPEARS!! )
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[07 Feb 2006|03:02pm] |
Here is a list of synonyms for the word fabulous so that no one has an excuse for using the word.
-"aces, amazing, astonishing, astounding, bang-up, best, breathtaking, cool, crack, dilly, doozie, extravagant, fantastic, fictitious (in a different context), first class, gone, greatest, groovy, immense, in spades, inconceivable, incredible, legendary, marvelous, mind-blowing, out-of-this-world, outrageous, peachy, phenomenal, primo, prodigious, rad, remarkable, spectacular, striking, stupendous, super, superb, terrific, top drawer, tops, turn-on, unbelievable, unreal, wicked, wondrous"
Please, take the time to stop yourself from using the word fabulous for describing things that are neither fabulous nor fab. Also, if you choose to use the word fabulous in regards to homosexuality/you being a fag-hag/dressing up/loving the movie "Party Monster"/etc., then you probably aren't fabulous or any of the above synonyms.
Yeah.
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| Chad Kroeger is a dong-feather. |
[06 Feb 2006|11:36pm] |
Some guy: "what up chad?"
Some guy: "you gunna write another hit today?"
Chad Kroeger (from the hitmaker Canadians of Nickelback): "HA! We'll see, we'll see"
Chad: "i might have another one in me;-)"
Chad: "I've got some......stuff to do.....you know......that thing...I do..."
Chad: (plays it all smooth like he writes hymns or something)
Chad: I'm going to go to the mall, and get some inspiration....
Chad: "
Chad: "
Chad: "and maybe the pastry store"
God: (gets all fat for the next album)
Chad: "I think...I'm going indian for this album..."
Chad: "hey! are feathers in??....hey, you!" ..."me?" "yeah! are feathers in these days? cuz i wanna be an indian"
Chad: "Ummm, I know I'm Canadian and all, and I know I'm not really, well, let's be honest, STRAIGHT, but I'd like to know what it takes to be an indian. I mean, I'll start drinking and tanning if that's what it takes."
Plastic surgeon: "umm, chad, sir...it's going to be over 50 thosand g's........plus tax"
P.S.: "that is, if you want to BE an indian"
Chad: "50 g's?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA?! I wipe my hole with 50 g's! I use 50 g's as birth control."
P.S.: "sir, please settle down.....please...."
P.S.: "let's be umm.....REALISTIC here...."
P.S.: "that's 50,000 dollars we're talking about"
P.S.: "not to mention upkeep of your new face/color/accessories"
Chad: "Settle down?!? I'm CHAD F#OKIN' KROEGER! Have you heard the radio lately? I'm not some bitch. I wrote f#*kin' "Photograph". P-H-O-T-O-G-R-A-P-H! Ever heard it? Yeah, I thought so, bitch. Now make me indian."
P.S.: "yes, i've heard the single...."
Chad: "YOU'VE HEARD IT? YOU F#OKIN' MADE IT, BITCH!....do you not remember the greatest song ever CREATED?!"
P.S.: "i mean...."
Chad: "make ....me INDIAN NOW!"
Chad: "bitch"
Chad: "Man, just settle down..here ::hands over some pills::, just take some of these, calm down, go to the back, turn on your radio, and tuRN IT TO ANY GODDAMN STATION YOU CAN FIND BECAUSE I GUARANTEE YOU "PHOTOGRAPH" WILL BE PLAYIN' ON YOUR ASS! NOW MAKE ME A GODDAMN INDIAN NOW OR I SWEAR THE NEXT SONG YOU'LL BE HEARIN' IS "AMAZING GRACE"...because you'll be...you know....dead..."
P.S.: "ummm.....ok sir....right away"
Chad....you're a trog.
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