Here’s the newest mix for “Paradise Lost”. Still a work in progress, but I feel…still…that’s definitely heading in the right direction.
And tell me what you think!
tell me what you think.
Good or bad…I’ll take it.
Newest track in a long line of new stuff.
Title translates to “The Beginning of a Journey”
I thought a latin title would be awesome…therefore I did it.
I’m actually very happy with this one too. Very happy.
Here is the newest installment of my indoor show “Paradise Lost”.
I got some pointers from the incomparable Mike Marino!
which is awesome to say.
Not even kidding either.
I toned down some of the synths, I’m starting to add some themes, did some trading off here and there in the front ensemble and started filling out some of the empty spaces.
So, tell me what you guys think eh?
Some new muzak for ya
“My Time in the LimeLight”
Time heals all wounds.
My brother told me that years ago…before he died. He told me life always moves forward…that time won’t stop because he’s gone. He told me that no matter what…I’d never have to relive this pain. The pain of watching him slowly slip from this life into the next. The pain of coming of age…coming to the realization that once you’re gone…there is no coming back.
So you HAVE to move on. It’s not like when your parents leave you home alone for the first time. It doesn’t just seem like a life time before you see them again…it IS a lifetime. It’ll be a lifetime before I see him again.
A year after his death…a year to the day…I started having these weird dreams. These dreams about…random people, places…people I’ve never met, places I’ve never been, but yet seem all too familiar. Each dream felt like an epiphany, like I was discovering something. Every night I’d be somewhere new, somewhere more important.
One dream in particular stands out above the rest.
I was on a beach off the coast of some secluded island, looking far out into the nothingness that surrounded me…the only sounds coming from the sea herself, and the breeze she caressed me with. It was the most peaceful of sights. But, as if straight from Heaven itself, I heard his laughter. Still though…I was alone. I looked desperately around the island; through the jungle just off shore…to the caves where Prometheus hid his fire. I heard his laughter grow louder and louder through my desperation.
Then I saw it…
On the other side of the island, across the water, stood a small islet…bare as a new born. My brother stood on one side, looking out at me, as if beckoning me. There were others with him, but I paid no mind to them. I did the only thing I figured to do…I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me…as fast as the wind would push me…as fast as any man could run to anything in his life.
But…I never felt the water’s touch. The further I ran, the further my brother drifted. Soon, his islet was out of sight. His laughter…gone with it.
Then I awoke.
But night after night, more dreams came to me. And each time, more and more vivid. It got to a point where I couldn’t tell the difference between reality, and my dreams.
My brother often showed up in my dreams. Almost as a reminder that he was gone. To tease me with the possibility that he was there…there to be here for me…to tell me things were going to be alright, to let me know this wasn’t something I had to accept.
I fought through the pain of being awake just long enough to go back to bed. My dreams became my reality, and with that, I traveled further into my slumber.
He grew closer with every dream. His laugh grew louder, voice became clearer, but his embrace was always just out of reach.
I was done with reality. I was done with fighting a losing battle…as my brother was before me. It was only in my dreams that I felt awake. Only in my dreams where happiness and I were one in the same boat.
And it was only through that boat did I reach the lonely islet, just off shore. Where time heals all wounds…where my brother sat waiting.
And it was with a wink and a hug that I accepted the only fate I wanted to accept.
Here’s a photo of myself skipping stones and breaking bones.
It’s actually a great looking picture…despite the fat blob in black in the middle of the shot.
My boy Tim took this.
Kid’s a phenomenal talent.
Check out some more of his stuff
You won’t regret it.
This is what I do when I get to drum where ever and when ever I want to.
Plus…I’m on an Imagine Dragons kick for some unknown reason.
So here’s the newest track to my debut able entitled : “This is it? - The one thing every girl has ever said to me.”
Alright…that was a joke.
But could you imagine if I was serious?
I mean seriously…I’d never make an album.
So here’s the updated version to “Paradise Lost”.
It’s the entire first movement, with the beginning the second.
Nothing special yet…but I think it’s going somewhere. And that somewhere is going to be awesome.
So again…let me know what you folks think. Criticism is…yadda yadda yadda.
Just help me out eh?
SO…I finally got duped into getting glasses.
Makes me look like a nerd.
A fat nerd who wears very big jerseys all day and writes stupid films.
Stupid films that are hilarious and actually really good.
I’m saying that I look like Kevin Smith. I look like Kevin Smith.
Maybe a little bit smaller.
Also…I like how my beards coming along.
So here’s a little something I’ve been working on called “Paradise Lost.”
The show will be about the things that you hold dear - whether it be a relationship, a possession, what have you - and the process of losing your grip on it.
So that feeling of having that ONE thing that makes you happy slip through your fingers is what I WANT to be able to explore.
And I wanted to take the same route as the poem by Milton, starting kind of in the middle of the battle, and flashing back to times before things went wrong and then ending on a hopeful note of: “even though you’ve lost what you held dear, there is always a silver lining.”
Maybe end with this quote:
then wilt though not be loth
To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess
A paradise within thee, happier far.
I guess I’ll see where it goes. But in the meantime, let me know what you guys think.
Seriously though…give me some criticism.
And as always…ENJOY!
Here’s some new stuff.
Since Tumblr wouldn’t let me upload the mp3 straight to them, I had to make a video.
None-the-less…hope you guys enjoy it!
And hey…I’d like to hear some of your thoughts on some of these that I post. Actually, I’d like to hear your guys’ thoughts on all of them. So, any constructive criticism you have, or even any hate you have (or more preferably…love) for any of them, let me know. It’s my humble opinion that you can’t ever grow as a musician if you can’t take criticism.
So yeah…hit me.
It’s been a long time. A long…LONG time. I’ve gone through two new jobs, gotten a new computer, and have moved into another house.
And now I’ve FINALLY gotten back to writing muzak.
So…with that said:
Here is my newest work of looped art.
Tell me what you think, and of course…most of all…ENJOY!
OH, and here is one of my previous students and myself playing the SCV quad lick from 2008.
He’s OK. But…if he were to fix that hand over hand stuff, he’d be a little better.
Also…I’m just joshing him…he knows he’s good.
He’s also the drum major for the Tampa Bay Thunder this upcoming season…so when you see him or talk to him…
give him shit about not playing quads.
It’ll be funny.
So Tumblr…if there’s anything you need to know about me (like I’m sure I’ve said 100 times already) it’s that I’m a showoff.
I can’t quite help myself.
And GOLLY do I love doing it. Not to get all “mushy” here, but…
I never feel more confident than I do behind a drum. Maybe it’s because I know I’m pretty decent, or because people watch my hands more than they look at my fat face, but playing makes me feel great about myself. Just like listening to/reading my writing does.
So, this is just me in my natural habitat.
Enjoy! And also…don’t mind those rims at the end there. Actually…you know what, let’s just pretend they aren’t there.