Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Barf Simpson sings to the beatnik

There's this counter thing at the front end of this web page thing. You might have seen it at the bottom of the page. In any case, it's fun because I get to look at who taps on the door of my little digital plot of space. I can identify some IPs pretty easily but UC Hastings Law School? and Malaysia? So here's a quick shout out: if you identify yourself (in the comments) I might send something your way.

I think this one will be more for my sake so bear with me (roar) if you're a devoted reader of my DEAD world wide web magajournalzine.

(*) Relient K released a new album and I like it a lot. Music may be another testament to change for me. As I've changed through the years, I've let go of some tunes and picked up some new ones along the way. There are bands I'd loved back then but now I won't bother to listen to them anymore. I really liked Relient K's first two albums. Punk pop with a lot of puns and jabs at being young and dumb. That's how I felt during the summer of 2001: working a part time job and going to the beach a lot down in San Diego. For some reason, I outgrew RK and their third album was kind of lame to me. Sappy love songs and weak poppy poopy punk songs about nothing ( so i thought ). I think RK's reeled me back in. Their sound is a lot harder, but still really creative: lots of different instruments and a schizophrenic identity of sound between slow, fast, serious and sarcastic.

Their stop-and-go sound is similar to Switchfoot (or what switchfoot was). RK's drummer's awesome (you can't punk it without a good drummer(ask U2)). I like being surprised by creative music. Che-che-che Che-che-che Check it out!

(*) I've started to play drums again. It's been a long time coming but I started jamming on Mondays with two other guys from New Hope. It's a really interesting process of (re)learning the drumset through a computer and a keyboard. Albert hooks up his MIDI keyboard to a G4 with Garageband and I'm ready to jam. The hardest part about drumming on a keyboard is coordinating my fingers rather than my whole body (four apendages). I still haven't mastered anything more than a pretty simple rock beat. Trying to play the fills is pretty difficult too. The one big upside about playing a digital drumset is that I have really easy access to so many sounds all at once, and I can even shuttle through different kinds of sets: rock, jazz, brushes, dance, etc. Even more interesting is that drums and piano are the two instruments I learned growing up, and now I'm playing them both at the same time.

(*) I played on the music team set this Sunday for our New Hope Celebration (once a month whole church service). I was hecka nervous and at one point I almost threw up. (Barf on the keyboard!) Still, I think it went pretty well. At one point, I was able to sing while drumming and that was awesome. I really love to sing in a massive group, kind of like how things were in college. I just really like singing with that deep sense of connection of spirit/music (All who are thirsty...). The accoustics were great in the room and it felt like old times: Mikey on the lead, with Mike Lo right there too, Mike Ong on the 'lectric, Me and ET on the sticks, Kagba MCing, Esther on the keys, and Caleb switching mics on the fly.

(*) I also shared a testimony on Sunday. This also added to the barf factor. I'll post it later maybe. It was really honest (and I was super nervous) but I think it also went O.K. People were encouraging about it later. It touched on my very imperfect life, a bit on my wandering soul, and finding connection through the work I do. I testified to God's goodness inspite of my stumbling and fumbling as a young man in his mid 20s.

This, a weird entry is. Like I said before, this one's for me. My life usually isn't so barfy. Ending with a quote from Dali: The desire to survive and the fear of death are artistic sentiments.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Pawn Shop Life

My camera was stolen today. I put it down at New Hope's thanksgiving party. I ate a bit, danced a bit, sat a bit. When it was done, it was gone. I shouldn't have put it down, or brought it in the first place.

As much as I really like my camera (as the best birthday present ever), it was a good grip test. How tight my grip is on my stuff.

Never forget, there's life after death and taxes. RIP on a Pawn Shop's shelf!

Finally, here I am with my good friend: