To my one or two followers:
Stepping up a notch, moving out, moving on to my own site:
I hope to see you over there. It already seems to be better. I can post more music widgets and things in the blogs and it’s mine! Stop by, make comments, download things, whatever. I’m too legit to quit and I’m in charge now. Well, at least with some things.
Between 1996 and 1998 I put down a few songs in a rather spur of the moment on my 4-track recorder. Lyrics were made up basically on the spot while the tape was rolling. The sounds are pretty lo-fi and the clanging of metal in some of the songs were spoons, pots and pans that made up our primitive percussion. Jim Seagroves helped out on the racket kitchen percussion sounds as well as general chanting or making a nuisance out of everything.
Back then Jim and I called ourselves “the Gidds”. Basically, it was our little gang name growing up. We listened to NWA in high school and wanted to be white thugs. We had our own language and mockerized the neighborhood. Some of the songs we speak in German.
I play the acoustic and electric guitar, sitar and sing the songs. My brother Bob Guittard played bass and guitar on a few tracks as well as beat on a hand drum. Warren Barry played the organ on Once Around the Moon as well as added to the weirdness.
I used a Dr. Groove Drum machine. I hope you like these weird songs. At the time of the recording I was listening to a lot of Beck’s Odelay. Please enjoy and make comments.
Here is the link where you can listen and download the album for free:
I wish Word Press would allow a widget here so that you could listen. Not at this time.
Let’s break it down. I may be wrong but let’s see.
1. Are you burdened by student loans that force you to work jobs you really do not like so that you can pay it back?
2. Are you underneath a mortgage on a home?
3. Do you pay loans are your car?
4. Are you able to get up and go anywhere you want?
5. Do you bring your work home with you? (If you enjoy your work, then that’s a different story).
6. Are you so obsessed with the latest gadgets and things?
7. Do you have a lot of credit card debt?
8. Are you happy and satisfied or at least moving towards what you perceive to get you there?
9. Would you keep working your job for free because you like it?
10. Are you doing overtime just to stay afloat and not go into the tank?
11. Do you have free time to do the things you enjoy?
12. When was the last time you got up and felt you were really making a difference?
13. Are you burdened down with fear?
14. Are you too busy?
Don’t watch T.V.
Rent or share a home with someone.
Stop buying things.
Quit your job and do something worthwhile.
Turn on, tune in and drop out.
Take some risks.
Do your part.
Create yourself, do not let others create you.
Resist greed, anxiety, depression and fear.
Now if you’re buried under debt and such, I wouldn’t suggest turning on tuning in and dropping out but I’d suggest really finding out what makes you happy and to move in that direction at least. It has been a long road for me and I’m still working on it and I’m rather on the debt free side but just looking for my niche that is helpful to society and to me.
I told my uncle once that if it takes me 50 years to get there, then it takes me 50 years to get there.
I came across xtranormal.com and made this little piece. At Xtranormal.com you can write little scripts and make animation figures act them out. The site is cool. I had to pass it on.
Here’s my first little thing I did:
and of course to download my music go here:
I arrived to Portland via Bulgaria, a rather long route but in my observations it seems to be a really swell and friendly town. Quite amazing really.
Compared to Bulgaria or Texas the public transport was pleasant. The riders did not have their heads down. They were actually talking to each other. And the bus driver said, “have a nice day” to nearly every person that exited the bus. It was almost comical.
One lady who exited apparently was carrying bread in a sack. The bus driver yelled through the door to the outside to see where lady bought her bread. And she did not hear him and so he kept asking.
What is the deal with Texas?!? I have lived there most of my life and have never had this pleasant experience. People in general keep to themselves.
Another kid on the Portland bus was talking about being kicked out of house in Texas and running away, etc. And he kept saying he just wants to be himself. Is it so difficult for parents or family to understand this?? Texas to me seems so rigid and opinionated. Hey, post some comments. Let’s get it out there.
I’m tired of facing the same crap every single time I go back to Texas.
I can’t stop.
I got lyrics in my head
That’s got to be said.
I may be a hoodlum type.
But I’m ripe.
Ready to blow up big
Eat a fig.
People say, “They won’t take one like you.”
Well maybe I’ll sue.
Lock ‘em all up in the zoo.
I’m not through.
I’m one of the few,
Elite H.P. Crew.
Hillcrest is the drag
To get your Jack’s bag
Scarf and hopefully not gag.
Wade in the fountain at S.M.U.
That’s the bomb when you’re blue.
I’m no criminal.
I’ve been to shrinks
To make me think.
Only makes me want to puke in the sink.
What’s wrong with a different path?
I’m not a business man, lawyer or M.D.
I’m just me.
What else can I be?
A faker stuck in a tree
After another shopping spree?
The World hurts as we sit by
Listen to them cry and we only lie.
“It doesn’t matter, I’ve got things to buy.”
“Get it together man.
Have you got a plan?
You’ll be stuck in a van,
Getting a tan.”
While others say. “what a shame.
He had such a good name.”
I’ve got places to see.
I’m a rambler just like
Woody Guthrie who said
“Ramblin’ around your city.
Ramblin’ around your town.
I never see a friend I know.
As I go ramblin’ ’round boys.
As I go ramblin’ ’round boys.”
Please see related bus blog article:
Man Almost Decapitated by Bus Door
Once upon a time there was an idiot. The idiot began to lose his mind. He forgot his name so he signed up to go to school. At school, he learned to curse, throw paper, and yell. It was fun for him. But then one day, the teacher gave him bad marks and he went home crying to his parents. His parents forgave him and he went back to school and became the class clown. As class clown, he ruled over the classroom like a king. Everyone laughed and thought well of him. But the boy, constantly needed attention. His hysteria was a cover for his sad loneliness. One day, he forgot how to laugh. He lost all purpose as did his followers. Now he lives like a slave to his own fears and stupidity. He’s come full circle and is an idiot again.
Today, I was riding a city bus in Sofia, Bulgaria. The buses are fairly old but that doesn’t bother me. My girlfriend and I had been walking in the rain with umbrellas and got on.
We got on and I casually noticed an old man walking past me for the exit of bus at the back. I didn’t think much more about him until about two minutes had passed. My girlfriend and I had punched our tickets and were sitting. As we were sitting, I heard some screaming that sounded muffled or not very loud. I looked around and saw that the old man was stuck in the bus exit. His head was the only part that was out of the bus. The door was completely shut.
I immediately stood up and went to see if I could open the door. The man was screaming outside the closed door. I screamed at my girlfriend and she and other Bulgarians screamed to “Stop the Bus,” and to “Open the door.”
The bus stopped and the door was opened and the old man jumped off immediately to the rain and I suppose was okay. I was rather disturbed by seeing this. Makes you think about everything around you and to be on guard.
What is so great about familiar things? Doesn’t it just keep us in a stagnant state of being? There are those who sit in their back yard and gaze at the birds feeding. Some people live through the experiences of what others do. They are too afraid to leave their back yard or the painfully comfort surroundings they live in. Or they are too tied down to obligation. Obligations to American Idol, the latest gossip, etc. Whatever.
For me, I’ve got to get out of my back yard. I can’t stand it maybe. I feel as if my life is a waste if I stick with the familiar. What is the point really in sitting around and not having adventures? I don’t know. I make up my life as I go. It has always been like this. Am I a freak for wanting adventure or change? Is it a crime to be idealistic? Is it stupid to rise above the brainwashing skepticism of the World?
The world is what I make it. It’s about self-reliance, independence, and faith. Have we lost all this? Must we rely on Government or Obama to solve our problems?
Suggestion: Get out of your back yard. There’s a whole world out there.