welcome to the koi pond...
So I tape recorded myself putting cream cheese on a bagel this morning,
im talking like 6:30 AM madness...Started off as a caffeinated whim and eventually led to me getting pissed off because I couldn’t open the friggen jar to get the jam (amazing jam)...Im talking like....undefinably amazing jam....but it ended up being creamcheese, which just doesn’t taste all that right on a raisin speckled bagel...like a beaver...if he all of a sudden walked up to his buddies and starting munching on grass..and they were like..woah man..whats his deal?
Except with these thought’s I always get sidetracked on like...haha yeahh....intense beaver posse...thugs of the wood....ohh the possibility..but you see?
It’s just not right...I need to happily eat my breakfast without a deep irritable thought of the jam nestled within it’s stubborn ass jar, still sitting in my fridge at this very moment.
There should be a support line for these things.
But eventually I came to turms with the cheesy addition to my morning munch.
ok. So..back to the taperecorder... I guess im hoping for some inspirational move in the near future...that will involve the sounds of my breakfast? Something’s got to come out of this persistent Insomniomatic clock of death! Maybe I am finally starting to uncover the essence of three in the morning college radio...the stuff that used to boggle the living hell out of me.
And still does...mostly...Ah, the beauty in noise....that experimental “experimental” stuff has got to be some of the most personal stuff I’ve ever heard....though I cannot spend more then 5 minutes listening to it,
I am finally beginning to understand.
(Props to Tribeca Alex for insight on everyday motion musicals)
Ok then...
The yogurt noises did not work out as satisfactory as I would have liked...however..I tend to eat breakfast differently everyday so who knows..
Maybe I’ll even go out on a limb, and switch rooms, and rhythmically crunch an apple or something and see if the background noise varies....my fridge is loud.
But I tend to get that whole OMG WOE IS MY LIFE vibe from the chilly beast, and id really prefer to stay away from that whole “scenario”...don’t want to be barking up the Oberst tree. My bagel sharing bond...needs to stay positive for now..
But I suppose the perfect “hum” of a fridge, is what an aspiring experimental musician could be searching for right now. Im sure the underground have their elite few...who perhaps can afford to have a room with brand new shiny kitchen utensils...or whatever he or she prefers to use....to express their innermost workings.
The average noise could be an orchestra to someone, that thought alone really made me reevaluate my surroundings...Maybe the ones without headphones are the most creative souls after all.
I feel like this entry should end off with some kind of chime or like uplifting finale musical sigh..but childlike, or a few calligraphy letters covered in ancient medieval castle vines or something .Seemed like such a good storybook ending, I would hate to waste it....
Good luck to your imaginations.
im talking like 6:30 AM madness...Started off as a caffeinated whim and eventually led to me getting pissed off because I couldn’t open the friggen jar to get the jam (amazing jam)...Im talking like....undefinably amazing jam....but it ended up being creamcheese, which just doesn’t taste all that right on a raisin speckled bagel...like a beaver...if he all of a sudden walked up to his buddies and starting munching on grass..and they were like..woah man..whats his deal?
Except with these thought’s I always get sidetracked on like...haha yeahh....intense beaver posse...thugs of the wood....ohh the possibility..but you see?
It’s just not right...I need to happily eat my breakfast without a deep irritable thought of the jam nestled within it’s stubborn ass jar, still sitting in my fridge at this very moment.
There should be a support line for these things.
But eventually I came to turms with the cheesy addition to my morning munch.
ok. So..back to the taperecorder... I guess im hoping for some inspirational move in the near future...that will involve the sounds of my breakfast? Something’s got to come out of this persistent Insomniomatic clock of death! Maybe I am finally starting to uncover the essence of three in the morning college radio...the stuff that used to boggle the living hell out of me.
And still does...mostly...Ah, the beauty in noise....that experimental “experimental” stuff has got to be some of the most personal stuff I’ve ever heard....though I cannot spend more then 5 minutes listening to it,
I am finally beginning to understand.
(Props to Tribeca Alex for insight on everyday motion musicals)
Ok then...
The yogurt noises did not work out as satisfactory as I would have liked...however..I tend to eat breakfast differently everyday so who knows..
Maybe I’ll even go out on a limb, and switch rooms, and rhythmically crunch an apple or something and see if the background noise varies....my fridge is loud.
But I tend to get that whole OMG WOE IS MY LIFE vibe from the chilly beast, and id really prefer to stay away from that whole “scenario”...don’t want to be barking up the Oberst tree. My bagel sharing bond...needs to stay positive for now..
But I suppose the perfect “hum” of a fridge, is what an aspiring experimental musician could be searching for right now. Im sure the underground have their elite few...who perhaps can afford to have a room with brand new shiny kitchen utensils...or whatever he or she prefers to use....to express their innermost workings.
The average noise could be an orchestra to someone, that thought alone really made me reevaluate my surroundings...Maybe the ones without headphones are the most creative souls after all.
I feel like this entry should end off with some kind of chime or like uplifting finale musical sigh..but childlike, or a few calligraphy letters covered in ancient medieval castle vines or something .Seemed like such a good storybook ending, I would hate to waste it....
Good luck to your imaginations.