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the kaos mixer is SIIIICK
its the kaos 2 pad in a mixer
check it out
its the kaos 2 pad in a mixer
check it out
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
what a birthday!
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
uff you are quite young I thought you are much older - happy birthday !
You expierenced a lot of things, released alot of vids, told a lot of things , moved around the whole country , maybe that is the reason that I thought you are older than 23.
You expierenced a lot of things, released alot of vids, told a lot of things , moved around the whole country , maybe that is the reason that I thought you are older than 23.
Jochen Bauer
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Ashley and I. Los Angeles. Jan 3rd-6th. YES!
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
The Armor
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
food soldier, a rolling warrior
a knife in each eye
i saw tom sawyer
what is a lawyer?
decide the whole grip
might sink the ship
invade and split
drink the drip
flop the drop
catch the puck and stop
slide ice
roll rock
speed into the mach
a perfect 10
before you even begin
just chill and listen
to whispers in the wind
peace
a knife in each eye
i saw tom sawyer
what is a lawyer?
decide the whole grip
might sink the ship
invade and split
drink the drip
flop the drop
catch the puck and stop
slide ice
roll rock
speed into the mach
a perfect 10
before you even begin
just chill and listen
to whispers in the wind
peace
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
every imagery ocean waves
back and forth in my brain
each oscillation change
what i percieve to be my fate
i used to latch on
and hold on so tight
i couldnt accept
that each thought would die
i just didnt know
what death is
and now that i live
i can understand it
the story of my life
is becomming so clear
im so lucky
that you all can hear
this song that i sing
and these thoughts that i bring
for but a few moments
into this world im holdin
before i let go
and fall into the sky
i want to acknowledge
those I'm loved by
self, top shelf
an expanded perception
a gradual health
not physical, or mental
but of the soul
the time's drawing nearer
faster, but slow
for my mind is adapting
to these winds that blow change
increasing the broadband
expanding the range
theres messages hidden
in everything we see
in everything we touch
and everything we'll be
a rock is alive
animals have souls
we cling to our objects
let's just let go
---
My heart out to Ashley Danowski. Asleep a few rooms away, wishing she was breathing the same air as me. My heart out to my Mom, Penelope Colclough, a quarter of the way across the Earth, missing me, and trying to make life on her own now. My heart out to Brian Danowski, who is about to move out, may he unlock the tremendous strength within him and make a life for himself. My heart out to Aaron O. May he be safe and unharmed. My heart out to Ted Anderson, may he mend his body and soul. My heart out to my Dad, Don Colclough, living his dreams in Chicago. My heart out to Jorden Moir, searching for unatainable perfection, may he realize he has everything he needs in his heart. My heart out to you, feeling like ___________. May you ____________ ________________ ______________. Don't worry, you will be okay.
I love you Modified.
-Sam
back and forth in my brain
each oscillation change
what i percieve to be my fate
i used to latch on
and hold on so tight
i couldnt accept
that each thought would die
i just didnt know
what death is
and now that i live
i can understand it
the story of my life
is becomming so clear
im so lucky
that you all can hear
this song that i sing
and these thoughts that i bring
for but a few moments
into this world im holdin
before i let go
and fall into the sky
i want to acknowledge
those I'm loved by
self, top shelf
an expanded perception
a gradual health
not physical, or mental
but of the soul
the time's drawing nearer
faster, but slow
for my mind is adapting
to these winds that blow change
increasing the broadband
expanding the range
theres messages hidden
in everything we see
in everything we touch
and everything we'll be
a rock is alive
animals have souls
we cling to our objects
let's just let go
---
My heart out to Ashley Danowski. Asleep a few rooms away, wishing she was breathing the same air as me. My heart out to my Mom, Penelope Colclough, a quarter of the way across the Earth, missing me, and trying to make life on her own now. My heart out to Brian Danowski, who is about to move out, may he unlock the tremendous strength within him and make a life for himself. My heart out to Aaron O. May he be safe and unharmed. My heart out to Ted Anderson, may he mend his body and soul. My heart out to my Dad, Don Colclough, living his dreams in Chicago. My heart out to Jorden Moir, searching for unatainable perfection, may he realize he has everything he needs in his heart. My heart out to you, feeling like ___________. May you ____________ ________________ ______________. Don't worry, you will be okay.
I love you Modified.
-Sam
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
ugh, i feel like crap
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
today is sign ups for the roller hockey league.. but im sick.. and i shouldnt play 
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
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Sporatical_Distractions
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thanks man ill take ure advice
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
Proud member of the Small Add Possee
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
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Friday, Jan. 20, 2006
It's time to ressurect my blog.
Lol. I was going to type, 'It's time for a real blog entry.' I have watched Freestyle Reality so many times. I have made up purpose for almost every single thing and occurence. It all ties together in my strange psychosis. It's also getting sort of boring to watch over and over. A few days ago I popped it in the DVD player for a final watch (for a while). It was enjoyable. Oops, I wrote pooped, not popped... fixed!
Life is pretty crazy. I have to figure out my life after Freestyle Reality. I kept telling myself I would emmerse myself in music, yet all I have done is watch Star Trek and Samurai Jack, sleep and work. I have been really sick though, I would say the sickest I have ever been in my life. For a week and a half I have had a very bad strain of flu, but, even though I am still sick, the symptoms have almost subsided.
I found a roller hockey league that is nearby. I am looking forward to next Tuesday when I will finally be well enough to go. Yesterday I went to Walmart (the high cost of low prices) and paid $120 bucks for an eye exam. I actually rode my bike to the wrong Walmart (not the one I had made the appointment at) because they are both on the same road. But, fortunatly, they were able to squeeze me in almost immediatly.
I had borrowed Ashley's Ipizzle (Ipod) and sat in the waiting room listening to Tech Yes. My favorite song is the last one that was released, it has such a sick breakdown in the middle of the track. I really want to be a musician, I just don't know what kind. I don't know how many of you have seen Samurai Jack, but I remember watching a special on the making of it, and one man composes all the music and creates all the sounds himself. He does a bang up job of it too.
My alarm just came on. I actually have lost my cell phone charger in the sea of my room, so I use a computer alarm which starts an audio phile of my choice. I HIGHLY recomend listening to Lexumculpt - My Peach and My Pear, which is what today's alarm is set to. It's a supremely beautiful song that tells the story of feeling opressed in your life, and making it through the day; Amoung other things. Oops. I wasn't sure of the punctuation just there.
Normally I don't care about anything except diction (ha) but recently I have been dealing with a lot of battling with an old friend. It is really sad to me actually. This person tries to force his preconceptions on to me and is so closed-minded. It wouldn't be so bad because everyone is entitled to their oppinion, except for the fact that he totally disregards my oppinion some kind of mistake. He attacks my very life style and character. Just thinking about it is upsetting me so I'm going to move on.
Work is okay. I realize, now, that Steak and Ale is a ghetto, disgusting, fast-food excuse for a steak house. Just a few blocks away is Carrabbas (sp?) which is HIGH-CLASS Itallian food. It has been suggested that I get a job there. We shall see. I am comfortable where I am for now.
The one shining aspect of my life is my relationship with Ashley. We are exposed to each other constantly, every day, so it is a testimate to us the way that we get a long. It's not perfect, of course, but every time we have a disagreement, it is always settled that same day. And, the stretches of time in between bad days is constantly growing.
Ashley, who goes to school full time, has a job part time, stayes up late to finish homework, maintains a successfull relationship, all without having a car. Ashley is always being reprimanded and scolded by her mom. "Go to bed, why didn't you do this, why didn't you do that. Do you homework! Why do you spend so much time with Sam?! Keep your room clean, you have a bad attitude!" It's utterly ridiculous.
The saving grace is that she and I are truely in love and as soon as we can we are going to move out together and start a life for ourselves. I take care of her as best I can, and she takes care of me in the same fashion. It is perfect how we are growing together. Figuring things out like combining/maintaining finances. Balancing time apart/time together. Respecting physical/emotional boundries. Throwing our boundries to the wind and passionately attacking each other... with love (lol @ mosher). Comforting each other in moments of dispair.
Moving across the country was difficult. Leaving the sanctuary of my home and everything I knew, to come into an unknown, was insane. Having to get a job and support myself feels like some kind of self inflicted torture (even though I knew it would have to eventually happen). But, having become part of the Danowski family and fallen in love with the one and only, spectacular Ashley D, has been the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I am truely thankful. She has helped me find my faith, and my truth. I pray that we have many years together, and that life keeps us together.
Take it easy modified, see you at CSS.
-Sam
It's time to ressurect my blog.
Lol. I was going to type, 'It's time for a real blog entry.' I have watched Freestyle Reality so many times. I have made up purpose for almost every single thing and occurence. It all ties together in my strange psychosis. It's also getting sort of boring to watch over and over. A few days ago I popped it in the DVD player for a final watch (for a while). It was enjoyable. Oops, I wrote pooped, not popped... fixed!
Life is pretty crazy. I have to figure out my life after Freestyle Reality. I kept telling myself I would emmerse myself in music, yet all I have done is watch Star Trek and Samurai Jack, sleep and work. I have been really sick though, I would say the sickest I have ever been in my life. For a week and a half I have had a very bad strain of flu, but, even though I am still sick, the symptoms have almost subsided.
I found a roller hockey league that is nearby. I am looking forward to next Tuesday when I will finally be well enough to go. Yesterday I went to Walmart (the high cost of low prices) and paid $120 bucks for an eye exam. I actually rode my bike to the wrong Walmart (not the one I had made the appointment at) because they are both on the same road. But, fortunatly, they were able to squeeze me in almost immediatly.
I had borrowed Ashley's Ipizzle (Ipod) and sat in the waiting room listening to Tech Yes. My favorite song is the last one that was released, it has such a sick breakdown in the middle of the track. I really want to be a musician, I just don't know what kind. I don't know how many of you have seen Samurai Jack, but I remember watching a special on the making of it, and one man composes all the music and creates all the sounds himself. He does a bang up job of it too.
My alarm just came on. I actually have lost my cell phone charger in the sea of my room, so I use a computer alarm which starts an audio phile of my choice. I HIGHLY recomend listening to Lexumculpt - My Peach and My Pear, which is what today's alarm is set to. It's a supremely beautiful song that tells the story of feeling opressed in your life, and making it through the day; Amoung other things. Oops. I wasn't sure of the punctuation just there.
Normally I don't care about anything except diction (ha) but recently I have been dealing with a lot of battling with an old friend. It is really sad to me actually. This person tries to force his preconceptions on to me and is so closed-minded. It wouldn't be so bad because everyone is entitled to their oppinion, except for the fact that he totally disregards my oppinion some kind of mistake. He attacks my very life style and character. Just thinking about it is upsetting me so I'm going to move on.
Work is okay. I realize, now, that Steak and Ale is a ghetto, disgusting, fast-food excuse for a steak house. Just a few blocks away is Carrabbas (sp?) which is HIGH-CLASS Itallian food. It has been suggested that I get a job there. We shall see. I am comfortable where I am for now.
The one shining aspect of my life is my relationship with Ashley. We are exposed to each other constantly, every day, so it is a testimate to us the way that we get a long. It's not perfect, of course, but every time we have a disagreement, it is always settled that same day. And, the stretches of time in between bad days is constantly growing.
Ashley, who goes to school full time, has a job part time, stayes up late to finish homework, maintains a successfull relationship, all without having a car. Ashley is always being reprimanded and scolded by her mom. "Go to bed, why didn't you do this, why didn't you do that. Do you homework! Why do you spend so much time with Sam?! Keep your room clean, you have a bad attitude!" It's utterly ridiculous.
The saving grace is that she and I are truely in love and as soon as we can we are going to move out together and start a life for ourselves. I take care of her as best I can, and she takes care of me in the same fashion. It is perfect how we are growing together. Figuring things out like combining/maintaining finances. Balancing time apart/time together. Respecting physical/emotional boundries. Throwing our boundries to the wind and passionately attacking each other... with love (lol @ mosher). Comforting each other in moments of dispair.
Moving across the country was difficult. Leaving the sanctuary of my home and everything I knew, to come into an unknown, was insane. Having to get a job and support myself feels like some kind of self inflicted torture (even though I knew it would have to eventually happen). But, having become part of the Danowski family and fallen in love with the one and only, spectacular Ashley D, has been the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I am truely thankful. She has helped me find my faith, and my truth. I pray that we have many years together, and that life keeps us together.
Take it easy modified, see you at CSS.
-Sam
Last edited by Samurai on 22 Jan 2006 21:26, edited 1 time in total.
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
The Trial is truely flaming;
sacrificing, taming.
Strengthening and laming.
Adjusting all my paintings.
sacrificing, taming.
Strengthening and laming.
Adjusting all my paintings.
Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
Made 100 bucks at the saturday lunch shift. I'm 90% not sick now. Should be playing footbag next week. I'm gonna be not even tiltless 
. But, that's okay. I had been digging outside kick spinning stuff. Yesterday I started making a techno beat. I'm gonna work on it a bit.
. But, that's okay. I had been digging outside kick spinning stuff. Yesterday I started making a techno beat. I'm gonna work on it a bit.Shreddaily wrote:
Started with sparse low lines, built intensity with rythmic variety, went to 16th note lines in high register, than went to octives, than block chords for my last chorus... If you understood that last sentance than you should be playing music and not checking the internet.
