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Not much of an update but, i forgot my password for the longest time and now I have rediscovered it yeahhhh. ok. http://www.uvm.edu/~mejones ... listen to some of my music! In other news, I think I may be quitting Fear of Music. So maybe I'll start another band? we'll see how long that lasts... |
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I put on a show tonight and played in an unnamed band, DJ Doctaaa, and Fear of Music. For the DJ Doctaaa gig, I had Koyaanisqatsi on in the background and I played lots of TV on the Radio, Bjork, MC Holla, Soft Pink Truth, and even sex education tapes! It was pretty fun and bizzare and parts of it actually worked really well as background music for the movie. There were a few heads there, but not too many kids understand the concept of a DJ as an artist, as opposed to just someone who is inbetween bands.. but this one girl was really into it and it made me happy to know that I was doing something right. It's wierd. Basically, DJ Doctaaa is me sitting behind a computer with DJ software and layering lots of crazy shit over lots of crazy shit with vocal samples. Like you might hear Jay-Z over Beck or Bjork layered over almost anything. I always get real real nervous when I do that shit, mostly because the music I play is a bit off-beat, for lack of better words, or non-mainstream, is what i'm getting at, I guess. I had a panic attack a few weeks ago during a presentation in one of my classes and it was really bad.. like when I would glance at this notecard I couldn't read it and the words were all blurry and it was like a really intense/bad high. But we were talking about it and I told him that I get real nervous when I start off playing but once I get into a groove I'm OK, and he told me that I should try interacting with the crowd more. However, I noticed tonight that when I stop playing.. even 30-40 min into the show, I'm still pretty nervous and crowd interaction generally scares the shit out of me. Anyhow, Fear of Music played a pretty kickass show. There was a shitload of people there (more than the 5 who got reduced to 3 ... people that saw DJ Doctaaa) and pretty much from the get-go people were dancing.
Fear of Music
9/22/04
Wing/Davis/Wilks
Set I: Take Me to the River, Psycho Killer -> Once in a Lifetime, Crosseyed and Painless, Girlfriend is Better -> Life During Wartime, Burning Down the House |
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There are now seven tracks for the upcoming EP. The format of it is still unknown, as to whether I will make some sort of powerpoint, or just a cd with some kind of additional pictures. There are lyrics which are unspoken, just supposed to be read to accompany the instrumental music.
MC Holla - The Burlington Project
1. It's Summertime
2. The Church Street Carnies
3. Dead (lost) City
4. Coke Binge
5. Winter Sunset
6. The New Expedition
Extra:
7. It's Summertime (remix)
(Dead City)
We live in this city
that isn't really alive
but we pretend that it is
we live in this city
but we aren't really alive
but we pretend that we are
through bloodshot eyes
stealing, and lies
all of which are supposed to = fun
but at around 1:42 the darkness comes out
and thought is provoked
as the Halloween beat comes on
and we are left in the blank stares
in which we started
and once all our friends have departed
and the drugs have darted
out of our system
we are left with nothing-
nothing but a beat.
a beat.
just
a
beat.
that ends.
as quick,
as it,
begins.
In other news, I went out this weekend (this is a first). And, Fear of Music will be playing house parties very soon and there are some tentative Halloween plans in the works. And they took the party out of Mike Jones and replaced it with the library. My life revolves around the library. it rocks. you should try it. Find a library, find yourself a library to live in.
I'm going to be an inventor, and a writer. My book will be some sort of a bum/unemployed/homeless/just like not spending money-type of survival guide. I will go to major cities and map out all the places that are open 24 hrs, that have couches/chairs open to public (without having to purchase anything) and in which one could have a free place to crash. I will map out all the public restrooms, in which one can use without having to pay, and hours too. How much does it suck when you are in a city and no one will let you use thier bathroom (which they all have)?! And the rest of the book will be more of the same. I forgot what my invention will be, but when I remember, I will let you know. |
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I waited all afternoon,
so I could share my pop rocks with her.
She loved them.
I loved them.
We love pop rocks.
Oct. 13th, 2004 @ 11:26 pm
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They say the truth always comes out under the influence, and maybe it did. Lost amongst a pint of Guinness in Montreal, I resorted to beer tears and assessed my current living situation and the faults in which it possesses many. The main question that I kept asking myself was if Burlington is the right place for me. It seemed like the perfect place a few years ago. But as I stated sometime (maybe almost a year ago) when I began work on my album, The Burlington Project, this place is really misleading. It was nice to escape it over the weekend. The problem is, that everyweekend I either leave or stay in the dorms. My social life has been reduced to nothingness. I don't even sit on the computer all night anymore. Instead, I just don't go out. The cops are here to instill fear, not protect and serve. And my life becomes a Durkheim study. I become detached from society because of integration and regulation rules. Sometimes I feel as though I have too much of a presence and random kids say hi to me that I have never seen before and it's a wierd feeling when it happens more than once in the same day. I'm not famous or something, but there is this good Kurt Cobain quote that is something along the lines of, 'I wish I could have taken a class that could have prepared me for being famous'. So I resort to the ipod. The ipod is the key to isolation. You just turn on, and tune out. It saves you from lots of small talk that you don't want. But, of course there is a downside. People get offended that you don't want to stop and say hi and that you are "too busy with your music". I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that a lot of people annoy me, but it's not so much the people, as it is, I'm just annoyed with my social settings and that I may need to get out of Burlington for some indefinite amount of time. That being said, I hope to finish up The Burlington Project this fall/winter. There are currently four tracks (Coke Binge, Winter Sunset, Dead City, and It's Summertime), with one or two more to be added. There will also be lyrics that will remain unsung. I'm having a meeting with my advisor today to get some direction and focus because right now my mind is everywhere and needs to be centered. I need goals. As Arnold would say, "You lack discipline!" Speaking of which, we had a nice Kindergarten Cop party over the weekend. Oh, I guess I had a fun weekend! I went hiking too and will post some pictures sometimes soon. And everyone should download some Goldfinger. They rocked it back in the day.
Oct. 11th, 2004 @ 09:41 am
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Fear of Music
9/30/04
C/W/B Green
University of Vermont
Burlington, CT
Set I: Love-Building A Fire, Girlfriend Is Better, Crosseyed and Painless, Psycho Killer-> Life During Wartime
The show was pretty good.. people got down. I thought the first show was better, although this show you could actually hear the vocals and that made a big difference. I sang Psycho Killer and was really nervous but it all worked out. There is a recording of the show, however some parts sound really good and some parts not so hot but if you want it just ask me for it.
I went to Georgetown over the weekend to see The Disco Biscuits. It was all-right. The day was just a really wierd one and full of stress and tension. The trip home was real enjoyable though and I had lots of milkshakes over the weekend so that made everything awesome again. Long weekend coming up and I have no idea what I'm doing... maybe montreal, maybe boston, maybe nyc, maybe just chillin out here. Not too much else going on. I'm going to be spending the rest of my life at the library and it's going to rock.
Oct. 5th, 2004 @ 11:17 am
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Thursday Sept 30th!!
Fear of Music
7:30 PM (SHARP!! short set)
CBW Green
University of Vermont
Burlington, VT
In other news, i'm doing all right... here are some photos I took, so everyone is happy.
David Byrne
Mike Gordon
Trey Anastasio w/ Orchestra Baobab
Sep. 29th, 2004 @ 03:08 am
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| » Lost in a Forest ( a short story about a boy and a girl) |
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For some reason, he dragged her into a forest. He told her that everything would be all right. He didn't foresee the monsters in the forest. He put up with her anger during the walk. He held her hand when she was scared. He didn't ask for apologies when she said something wrong. He just wanted to walk through the forest. "Why are you bringing me here," she would ask of him, on more than one occasion. He wouldn't tell her. He didn't think it was as simple as that. And she would tell him that there was some strange force that was making her come along, but she couldn't pinpoint her finger on it. He knew all along what it was, but never said anything. In the end, the two would walk out of the forest in separate directions, both with different stories of what occurred inside. She would tell her friends her side and he would keep his story to himself, or share with others, who can read between the lines. She can count five points on her fingers, in a second, of why she had to get out of that forest, while he stumbles over his words, hopelessly. She came out alive, but bruised. He came out alive, but felt a loss of worth, which is what she wanted. He would never call her a bitch to her face or to any of his friends, and he doesn't even think that of her, but the day the shit hit the fan, he heard some of the meanest things he had ever heard in his life. He put a halt on the relationship that had occured, but things were ok. He then went back against his word and sent her into a furry. She pinpointed everything his life stood for, and quickly and surely, shot each one down, disintegrating his life to nothing. He didn't let her win; she did win. She did reduce him to nothing. She gained power. Her bruise felt a little smaller after that battle. He took off the sunglasses and did a lot of thinking. He is able to see things from a bigger perspective that she is not, for she never opened up. And he isn't sure if he had more to say, but didn't because he felt it would be selfish and inhumane, or because he is afraid of being bruised more than necessary. We can all only take so many beatings. He isn't out to make her look like a bad guy, because she isn't. But she is deranged. And anyone who reads, knows that he is too. Maybe that was the problem. The two puzzle pieces weren't really different, but were two of the same, and therefore the didn't fit. She could be an actress; she loves drama. He could be a con-artist; he loves deception. The fucked up thing, is that although they both left the forest on separate terms, they are both still neighbors outside of the forest. The story is going on for longer than it needs to, like the journey did. A long strange trip? Maybe. But it wasn't that strange. He had no intentions of hating her. She told him that she has hated him and numerous things about him since the day he entered the forest. What is the moral of the story? Don't jump blindly into forests? Sunglasses are stupid. People can still see behind your bullshit. Don't bullshit. Don't be shy. Speak up. Don't lie. Be honest. Relate. Relations. And don't read journals searching for answers that aren't there. Do read between the lines. Do buy her flowers. Don't call her a slut. Do let him fall asleep in your arms. Don't tell him his music sucks. Don't base your relationship off the internet. Don't walk into forests with strangers. Don't play with fire. Don't gossip. Don't avoid conversations that need to be had. Do be good. Do be kind. Do walkout alive and with no regrets. It's the last one, that troubled him the most.
Sep. 29th, 2004 @ 02:24 am
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My dream came true. The Talking Heads cover band, Fear of Music, was a success. Thanks to everyone who came, from the bottom of my heart. I'm a happy person, again.
9/23/04
Fear of Music
I: Crosseyed and Painless, Psycho Killer -> Life During Wartime, Burning Down The House
Sep. 24th, 2004 @ 02:17 am
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While you are under the influence, or smoking daily, everything seems so fine. However, now and then, you think outside the box, and wonder if maybe you have been smoking too much and realize that maybe you should calm down. But, it's that second that you stop smoking, that everything piles up, and your world gets turned upsidedown. And maybe all drugs are like that. In other news, i'm putting on a show today.
9/23/04
Wing/Davis/Wilks
7:00 - (TBA)
7:30 - DJ Doctaaa
8:00 - (TBA)
8:30 - Fear of Music
9:15 - DJ Samsa vs. (TBA) DJ
10:15 - Darned Whoa
I'll be spinning lots of Radiohead and crazy downtempoish beats and playing in the Talking Heads cover band. So come on down.
Sep. 23rd, 2004 @ 12:51 am
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She told me that I am a bitter person. I asked her numerous times if she was serious and she kept saying yes, but it was one of thoose conversations where I couldn't decipher if she was joking or not, however, I have concluded that she meant it-which is upsetting, or interesting, for lack of better words.
So I was told the other day that I have changed. I asked if it was for better, for worse, or if it just is. He replied, "For worse."
and it's another half-assed entry.
Sep. 14th, 2004 @ 11:24 pm
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Montreal, QC
New York City, New York
Sep. 12th, 2004 @ 11:12 am
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| » And he was so fucking careless. |
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And he was so fucking careless tonight. He was inches from laying down in the middle of the street, inches. He thought that if he got run over, he would either die, or could sue. At that momemt, death didn't seem like a bad idea and nor did sueing. His "friends" had left him, and he walked the mile alone. He felt like he couldn't go on anymore, and he felt like he didn't have to/there was no need for him; no one care about his whereabouts. Obviously, they would all care when they were to see his dismantled body, but he thought that that might help emphasize his point. He kept walking and playing out the scene in his head. He's alive now, but does it really matter?
Sep. 12th, 2004 @ 12:59 am
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And he walked back alone; just him and his headphones. And his music, blended in-and it became another layer in the confusing world that he found himself in. And the cars-the cars moved quicker than ever that night.
Sep. 8th, 2004 @ 07:41 pm
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| » But they told him, "No," and he didn't know what to say. |
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And he's going to give up
And he's not going to win
And he's tired of trying
And he's lost before he started
And he's crashed into the wall
And he's burned by the flames
And he wanted to do something. Anything. It could have been simple. As simple, as, dancing. But they told him, "No," and he didn't know what to say.
Sep. 6th, 2004 @ 11:53 pm
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And the young kids are still young. They still don't stay out past midnight and they still walk everywhere in herds. I want them to grow up and rage with me. But it seems the more I try to take them out, the less they want to go out and stay out and sometimes I wonder if I am the one who still acts like i'm young, and they are the mature ones and don't care for partying so much anymore.
Sep. 3rd, 2004 @ 01:38 am
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So we threw a dance party on my floor last night. When I get turntables, it's gonna be over. Kids were throwin down to The Rapture and Hot Hot Heat hardcore last night. I was happy. Scenester dance parties will be happening frequently. I had a lot to write and bitch about the shitt first day of classes but the dancing cured all that and I discovered the sick music lab at school so now there will be some sick sick sick MC Holla beats comin out. New band is on the way, and Talking Heads cover band should be rollin soon. Life isn't too bad.
Aug. 31st, 2004 @ 10:27 am
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And you know your life is heading down the wrong track when you are sitting in a dark room by yourself drinking and listening to Blondie.
Aug. 28th, 2004 @ 08:37 pm
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