New Life, New Awareness
9/29/2006
I have a new life, and one thing I aim to do in this new life is to understand how to be bold and persistent in my pursuit of experiences that I have put off because I was afraid. Or because I didn't know how to be simple or decisive.
I have no expectations other than to enjoy myself and the company of passionate people in whom I care about. To make the most meaningful music that I can make. To squeeze the raw essence of my being in poetry and in coversation. Small talk is for the birds. Only pure experience will escape from the well of my being.
That is what life is about. Grabbing it with two hands and riding it with new awareness every day. There are ups and downs, but the beast keeps going as long as its fed, and as long as there's a stretch of road leading up to the horizon, that's where I will be. Riding.
posted by novachild @ Friday, September 29, 2006,
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Promising Live Sequencer - Free
Seq24 is a promising live sequencer, similar in output to Ableton Live yet free as speech. It has been floating around the Linux world for some time, but its creator has now released a Windows version.
I haven't tried it yet, but I am looking forward to it. Seq24 is in beta, so it's bound to be a little buggy, but any computer musician knows that software bugs are the only true industry standard.
Mehopes that some day my friend Bram Bos will tweak Tunafish to work more in a live sequencing environment. That would be just about the perfect app for live computer musicians.
(thx Music Thing)
posted by novachild @ Friday, September 29, 2006,
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Monarch Sea
9/22/2006
Last night, probably the saddest day in my 32 years as a human being, my Mother-In-Law knocked on my door. I dried my eyes, opened the door, and she virtually yanked me down the road. "Come quick; you gotta see this," she exclaimed. Watery-eyed, I followed, though I had a nice little limp because my foot was asleep.
We walked through her yard and through the wild miasma of trees, then down the path adjascent to the little creek. The bushes and trees and the air above us swam with dozens upon dozens of Monarch butterflies.
Later that night at Saffron Coffeehouse, I played a small set with Jonas. Because I didn't have my drums with me, I borrowed an inexpensive guitar and used it as a slapdrum. Fell of the stage, cut my hand, and bled all over Chris's poor guitar. It was very awkward and strange.
If David Lynch planted a camera in my brain this week, the resulting footage would make for his next grand masterpiece. Perhaps I should obtain a camera.
Another strange day in the life of Novachild.
posted by novachild @ Friday, September 22, 2006,
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For No Real Reason
9/14/2006
ROFL
posted by Edward Svengali @ Thursday, September 14, 2006,
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My Strange Life
On a cool September evening, my friend L joined me for a cup o' Joe on Brookside. It was a pleasant experience. We chatted for roughly two hours and I discovered something about our mutual history that has riddled me with strangeness ever since.
Way back in 1994 or 1995, I spent an adventurous several days at a friend's apartment while he journeyed out of town for a family visit. I was in the middle of a transition from living at my parent's house to finding a roommate. The first night I went dancing, and I took "M" 'home' with me after the club was closed.
"M" wasn't exactly the kind of girl to 'meet the parents,' but she was pretty, slender, and pale as a sheet. We made love numerous times over the course of the week and spent every waking and sleeping moment together. I was developing a little 'heart tug' of sorts and was eager to see what would develop, but some of her addictions and personality traits were to rend that mystery as she eventually moved on. She was homeless at the time, as was I. I suspect that I wasnt 'bad boy' enough for her.
I wondered for a long time why she never came round again. Last night I discovered that the person I was drinking coffee with on Brookside was perhaps "M's" best friend in the world, and that "M" was killed many years ago when a car accidentally ran over her in a parking lot.
The uncomfortable part of this story has yet to be revealed. See, this is the second occurrence of such a thing in my life. About six months ago I discovered that one of my early girlfriends was found dead in a public park several years ago. They suspected suicide.
I didn't exactly have an emotional bond with either of these people, but the time I spent with them is a part of my history, and to know that someone I touched and kissed and made love to is no longer on this plane of existence is very strange and troubling.
I've been humbled by death before. I worked at a nursing home and also have experienced the deaths of family members. In death, a person is beyond the critical eye; they are beyond the need for redemption, earthly concerns, and they can never be touched or held or communicated with; They are absorbed into nature and perhaps their spirit continues in some way.
Ultimately, people leave nothing behind but impressions, and we hold them in our memories. Our experience is a drop of sand in a bucket. I have rediscovered that when anyone shares their time and energy to be even a small part of your history, it is a rare and precious thing. No two encounters are the same. People change and move on. And beyond death, there is some form of possibility, and a mystery that nobody has a lease on.
posted by Edward Svengali @ Thursday, September 14, 2006,
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Your Waist...
9/11/2006
You can make one here. Fun!Postings might be few and far between for the next few weeks. I'm currently working on trying to create a routine for myself to get through a recent separation with my wife. It's very difficult and I'm handling it about as well as can be expected. Send good thoughts/prayers/energy our way and remember to appreciate what you have for as long as you have it.
posted by novachild @ Monday, September 11, 2006,
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Perfect Artistry
9/04/2006
Harrowdown Hill by Thom Yorke. I just can't get over how powerful this piece is, how it has affected me so deeply. Amazing.
posted by novachild @ Monday, September 04, 2006,
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The Star is His Gateway
They found the body
by a lean bright star
His heart was removed
His brain still charged
From the deep red sea
to grey surgery
the experts carved
a functional shell
Because they want to
embody the essence
of freedom
Because they need
Only hunger
and impulse
Because hatred
is only love
defined by a holy book
New eagle eyes see all
New elephant heart
pumps black blood
The nerves removed
The spine is
a crucifix
They want his sex
They want his blood
He has nothing to give
He is not here
He is in the star
Spinning
posted by novachild @ Monday, September 04, 2006,
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New Song
9/01/2006
New song by Novachild.... in honor of my current state of *fucked*.
Listen to Anamnesis on the Novachild Myspace Profile.
And come out and see me play at Tranny's CD Release Party next Friday.
With Special Guest Tim Casey.
Shannon Thomas will also be there :)
September, 8 2006
Novachild Live @ Tranny CD Release Party -
Blue Dome Diner - Tulsa, OK - Time TBA
Listen to Anamnesis on the Novachild Myspace Profile.
And come out and see me play at Tranny's CD Release Party next Friday.With Special Guest Tim Casey.
Shannon Thomas will also be there :)
September, 8 2006
Novachild Live @ Tranny CD Release Party -
Blue Dome Diner - Tulsa, OK - Time TBA
posted by novachild @ Friday, September 01, 2006,
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