this is interesting, from the childhood memories perspective. I never saw them play; one of the few big 70s bands I can say that about.
I now return to my depression and angst.
June 13, 2005
quickly yanking my jittery head out of the dark
About Tony Brown
Dark Matter 
June 13th, 2005 at 5:05 pm
Bleak?
Fuck. I almost got killed by a gravel truck (will refrain from humming the Wu-tang Clan’s “Gravel Pit”). Had a nasty flashback, chased the fucker down, called the cops (it works great with the new phones). Kind of weird, I got the Holden PD first and I was on the offramp of 290E that goes on that road to route 9 (right after the 190/290 split) and although it’s nowhere near there, that’s where I was born. Creepy coincidence. Cops were very cool when they got there (for a crying, shaking mess like myself, but at least I could speak coherently) and after talking to the guy said he’d get 3 points on his CDL for road rage (which they would cite him with) and go before the board and the nice policeman just took my license info and promised I wouldn’t have to testify.
Sorry, that’s PTSD – rigid patterns of thinking – I could’ve just cussed the guy on and tried not to be late for class, but instead I tracked him down and was 1/2 hour late for my favorite class (digital audio processing – ie: playing with protools, peak and a midi keyboard for an actual grade – I love this school!) because all that kept going through my head is “he could’ve killed me if I were going any faster and hit that curb as I was trying to avoid him”(he cut me off in the lane) “and the next person might not be able to stop quick enough”. Total disrespect for life in that manner really pisses me off. The two ambulances we had to pull over for that had passed us just before he cut me off the first time on the ramp (he did it twice) didn’t help the flashback effect.
Not only did I take an extra Klonopin, I had to count back from 100 *very* softly whilst listening to P’taah’s “Compressed Light” (thank you Ubiquity for the complimentary CD in my record order, I love small record labels where my friends work) at least three times, and I kept messing up the counting. I was jittery with every other car’s lane change until about the third count around. I’m geting much better at plugging sudden breaks in my messed-up, patched wall. Hell, maybe there’s a poem in that.
So my weekend sucked until Saturday night, and by Sunday I was talking with a good friend about why he couldn’t talk to me Friday night when I had actually called our other friend’s house and he’d answered (friend I wanted to talk to lost his job, 1 year anniversary of wife’s suicide attempt). Lots of bad shit this weekend – something in the friggin air or what?
Listened to my friend’s experimental music composition – frequencies upon frequencies, must sit in the exact spot between the speakers, tilting head up and down reveals different tones of the frequency, pick the one you like. Lots of emotive content in the chords, sampled sounds you can’t quite catch, a pulsating bassline like a hearbeat, like impending doom, like lovemaking…it was amazing. I know it was intensely personal for him, and I thanked him about three times, because I felt like I was a peeping tom in his world and loved that he shared with me. Yes, my friends are as strange as I am. But his last name is Stange, not strange. 😉
I’m playing at the Lucky Dog tonight with Groupaction as their house DJ. It should be lots of crazed fun. Don’t know what the audience will yell out this week that they play (last week it was the “three’s company” theme with the keyboardist yelling out “what key is it in?” and the guitarist saying “who cares!” LOL), but I know it’s no cover, I play from 9-10, between sets and after, and for those who imbibe, you get to drink. Of course, it’s an *adult* venue (21 and up).
RE: Pink Floyd – holy FUCK, I never thought Roger Waters would *ever* set foot within 20 yards of any of the rest of the band.
Try to have a good day. Better (cooler) weather is coming, and there are always new toys to see (fischer price or mac, it doesn’t matter, it’s what makes you happy).
*virtual hug*
June 13th, 2005 at 5:05 pm
Bleak?
Fuck. I almost got killed by a gravel truck (will refrain from humming the Wu-tang Clan’s “Gravel Pit”). Had a nasty flashback, chased the fucker down, called the cops (it works great with the new phones). Kind of weird, I got the Holden PD first and I was on the offramp of 290E that goes on that road to route 9 (right after the 190/290 split) and although it’s nowhere near there, that’s where I was born. Creepy coincidence. Cops were very cool when they got there (for a crying, shaking mess like myself, but at least I could speak coherently) and after talking to the guy said he’d get 3 points on his CDL for road rage (which they would cite him with) and go before the board and the nice policeman just took my license info and promised I wouldn’t have to testify.
Sorry, that’s PTSD – rigid patterns of thinking – I could’ve just cussed the guy on and tried not to be late for class, but instead I tracked him down and was 1/2 hour late for my favorite class (digital audio processing – ie: playing with protools, peak and a midi keyboard for an actual grade – I love this school!) because all that kept going through my head is “he could’ve killed me if I were going any faster and hit that curb as I was trying to avoid him”(he cut me off in the lane) “and the next person might not be able to stop quick enough”. Total disrespect for life in that manner really pisses me off. The two ambulances we had to pull over for that had passed us just before he cut me off the first time on the ramp (he did it twice) didn’t help the flashback effect.
Not only did I take an extra Klonopin, I had to count back from 100 *very* softly whilst listening to P’taah’s “Compressed Light” (thank you Ubiquity for the complimentary CD in my record order, I love small record labels where my friends work) at least three times, and I kept messing up the counting. I was jittery with every other car’s lane change until about the third count around. I’m geting much better at plugging sudden breaks in my messed-up, patched wall. Hell, maybe there’s a poem in that.
So my weekend sucked until Saturday night, and by Sunday I was talking with a good friend about why he couldn’t talk to me Friday night when I had actually called our other friend’s house and he’d answered (friend I wanted to talk to lost his job, 1 year anniversary of wife’s suicide attempt). Lots of bad shit this weekend – something in the friggin air or what?
Listened to my friend’s experimental music composition – frequencies upon frequencies, must sit in the exact spot between the speakers, tilting head up and down reveals different tones of the frequency, pick the one you like. Lots of emotive content in the chords, sampled sounds you can’t quite catch, a pulsating bassline like a hearbeat, like impending doom, like lovemaking…it was amazing. I know it was intensely personal for him, and I thanked him about three times, because I felt like I was a peeping tom in his world and loved that he shared with me. Yes, my friends are as strange as I am. But his last name is Stange, not strange. 😉
I’m playing at the Lucky Dog tonight with Groupaction as their house DJ. It should be lots of crazed fun. Don’t know what the audience will yell out this week that they play (last week it was the “three’s company” theme with the keyboardist yelling out “what key is it in?” and the guitarist saying “who cares!” LOL), but I know it’s no cover, I play from 9-10, between sets and after, and for those who imbibe, you get to drink. Of course, it’s an *adult* venue (21 and up).
RE: Pink Floyd – holy FUCK, I never thought Roger Waters would *ever* set foot within 20 yards of any of the rest of the band.
Try to have a good day. Better (cooler) weather is coming, and there are always new toys to see (fischer price or mac, it doesn’t matter, it’s what makes you happy).
*virtual hug*
June 13th, 2005 at 5:05 pm
Bleak?
Fuck. I almost got killed by a gravel truck (will refrain from humming the Wu-tang Clan’s “Gravel Pit”). Had a nasty flashback, chased the fucker down, called the cops (it works great with the new phones). Kind of weird, I got the Holden PD first and I was on the offramp of 290E that goes on that road to route 9 (right after the 190/290 split) and although it’s nowhere near there, that’s where I was born. Creepy coincidence. Cops were very cool when they got there (for a crying, shaking mess like myself, but at least I could speak coherently) and after talking to the guy said he’d get 3 points on his CDL for road rage (which they would cite him with) and go before the board and the nice policeman just took my license info and promised I wouldn’t have to testify.
Sorry, that’s PTSD – rigid patterns of thinking – I could’ve just cussed the guy on and tried not to be late for class, but instead I tracked him down and was 1/2 hour late for my favorite class (digital audio processing – ie: playing with protools, peak and a midi keyboard for an actual grade – I love this school!) because all that kept going through my head is “he could’ve killed me if I were going any faster and hit that curb as I was trying to avoid him”(he cut me off in the lane) “and the next person might not be able to stop quick enough”. Total disrespect for life in that manner really pisses me off. The two ambulances we had to pull over for that had passed us just before he cut me off the first time on the ramp (he did it twice) didn’t help the flashback effect.
Not only did I take an extra Klonopin, I had to count back from 100 *very* softly whilst listening to P’taah’s “Compressed Light” (thank you Ubiquity for the complimentary CD in my record order, I love small record labels where my friends work) at least three times, and I kept messing up the counting. I was jittery with every other car’s lane change until about the third count around. I’m geting much better at plugging sudden breaks in my messed-up, patched wall. Hell, maybe there’s a poem in that.
So my weekend sucked until Saturday night, and by Sunday I was talking with a good friend about why he couldn’t talk to me Friday night when I had actually called our other friend’s house and he’d answered (friend I wanted to talk to lost his job, 1 year anniversary of wife’s suicide attempt). Lots of bad shit this weekend – something in the friggin air or what?
Listened to my friend’s experimental music composition – frequencies upon frequencies, must sit in the exact spot between the speakers, tilting head up and down reveals different tones of the frequency, pick the one you like. Lots of emotive content in the chords, sampled sounds you can’t quite catch, a pulsating bassline like a hearbeat, like impending doom, like lovemaking…it was amazing. I know it was intensely personal for him, and I thanked him about three times, because I felt like I was a peeping tom in his world and loved that he shared with me. Yes, my friends are as strange as I am. But his last name is Stange, not strange. 😉
I’m playing at the Lucky Dog tonight with Groupaction as their house DJ. It should be lots of crazed fun. Don’t know what the audience will yell out this week that they play (last week it was the “three’s company” theme with the keyboardist yelling out “what key is it in?” and the guitarist saying “who cares!” LOL), but I know it’s no cover, I play from 9-10, between sets and after, and for those who imbibe, you get to drink. Of course, it’s an *adult* venue (21 and up).
RE: Pink Floyd – holy FUCK, I never thought Roger Waters would *ever* set foot within 20 yards of any of the rest of the band.
Try to have a good day. Better (cooler) weather is coming, and there are always new toys to see (fischer price or mac, it doesn’t matter, it’s what makes you happy).
*virtual hug*
June 13th, 2005 at 5:05 pm
Bleak?
Fuck. I almost got killed by a gravel truck (will refrain from humming the Wu-tang Clan’s “Gravel Pit”). Had a nasty flashback, chased the fucker down, called the cops (it works great with the new phones). Kind of weird, I got the Holden PD first and I was on the offramp of 290E that goes on that road to route 9 (right after the 190/290 split) and although it’s nowhere near there, that’s where I was born. Creepy coincidence. Cops were very cool when they got there (for a crying, shaking mess like myself, but at least I could speak coherently) and after talking to the guy said he’d get 3 points on his CDL for road rage (which they would cite him with) and go before the board and the nice policeman just took my license info and promised I wouldn’t have to testify.
Sorry, that’s PTSD – rigid patterns of thinking – I could’ve just cussed the guy on and tried not to be late for class, but instead I tracked him down and was 1/2 hour late for my favorite class (digital audio processing – ie: playing with protools, peak and a midi keyboard for an actual grade – I love this school!) because all that kept going through my head is “he could’ve killed me if I were going any faster and hit that curb as I was trying to avoid him”(he cut me off in the lane) “and the next person might not be able to stop quick enough”. Total disrespect for life in that manner really pisses me off. The two ambulances we had to pull over for that had passed us just before he cut me off the first time on the ramp (he did it twice) didn’t help the flashback effect.
Not only did I take an extra Klonopin, I had to count back from 100 *very* softly whilst listening to P’taah’s “Compressed Light” (thank you Ubiquity for the complimentary CD in my record order, I love small record labels where my friends work) at least three times, and I kept messing up the counting. I was jittery with every other car’s lane change until about the third count around. I’m geting much better at plugging sudden breaks in my messed-up, patched wall. Hell, maybe there’s a poem in that.
So my weekend sucked until Saturday night, and by Sunday I was talking with a good friend about why he couldn’t talk to me Friday night when I had actually called our other friend’s house and he’d answered (friend I wanted to talk to lost his job, 1 year anniversary of wife’s suicide attempt). Lots of bad shit this weekend – something in the friggin air or what?
Listened to my friend’s experimental music composition – frequencies upon frequencies, must sit in the exact spot between the speakers, tilting head up and down reveals different tones of the frequency, pick the one you like. Lots of emotive content in the chords, sampled sounds you can’t quite catch, a pulsating bassline like a hearbeat, like impending doom, like lovemaking…it was amazing. I know it was intensely personal for him, and I thanked him about three times, because I felt like I was a peeping tom in his world and loved that he shared with me. Yes, my friends are as strange as I am. But his last name is Stange, not strange. 😉
I’m playing at the Lucky Dog tonight with Groupaction as their house DJ. It should be lots of crazed fun. Don’t know what the audience will yell out this week that they play (last week it was the “three’s company” theme with the keyboardist yelling out “what key is it in?” and the guitarist saying “who cares!” LOL), but I know it’s no cover, I play from 9-10, between sets and after, and for those who imbibe, you get to drink. Of course, it’s an *adult* venue (21 and up).
RE: Pink Floyd – holy FUCK, I never thought Roger Waters would *ever* set foot within 20 yards of any of the rest of the band.
Try to have a good day. Better (cooler) weather is coming, and there are always new toys to see (fischer price or mac, it doesn’t matter, it’s what makes you happy).
*virtual hug*
June 13th, 2005 at 5:04 pm
well now,
my depression may have found its hither-to unknown cause:
Pink Floyd is back with Roger Waters at the helm.
Oh joy. More songs about how the music industry is unfair and how Rog’s dad died in the war…
June 13th, 2005 at 5:04 pm
well now,
my depression may have found its hither-to unknown cause:
Pink Floyd is back with Roger Waters at the helm.
Oh joy. More songs about how the music industry is unfair and how Rog’s dad died in the war…
June 13th, 2005 at 5:04 pm
well now,
my depression may have found its hither-to unknown cause:
Pink Floyd is back with Roger Waters at the helm.
Oh joy. More songs about how the music industry is unfair and how Rog’s dad died in the war…
June 13th, 2005 at 5:04 pm
well now,
my depression may have found its hither-to unknown cause:
Pink Floyd is back with Roger Waters at the helm.
Oh joy. More songs about how the music industry is unfair and how Rog’s dad died in the war…
June 13th, 2005 at 4:57 pm
Ya know. I’ve always wanted to see them play altogether again.
Pink Floyd (minus Roger Waters) was the first concert I ever went to. It was my graduation present to myself!
Then a few years back, long story short of course, me and a friend of mine ending up sneaking into a Roger Waters show!
Both bands were good, in their own right, by I’ve been wanting to see the “true” Pink Floyd for awhile now.
love love and sorry you’re sad today.
June 13th, 2005 at 4:57 pm
Ya know. I’ve always wanted to see them play altogether again.
Pink Floyd (minus Roger Waters) was the first concert I ever went to. It was my graduation present to myself!
Then a few years back, long story short of course, me and a friend of mine ending up sneaking into a Roger Waters show!
Both bands were good, in their own right, by I’ve been wanting to see the “true” Pink Floyd for awhile now.
love love and sorry you’re sad today.
June 13th, 2005 at 4:57 pm
Ya know. I’ve always wanted to see them play altogether again.
Pink Floyd (minus Roger Waters) was the first concert I ever went to. It was my graduation present to myself!
Then a few years back, long story short of course, me and a friend of mine ending up sneaking into a Roger Waters show!
Both bands were good, in their own right, by I’ve been wanting to see the “true” Pink Floyd for awhile now.
love love and sorry you’re sad today.
June 13th, 2005 at 4:57 pm
Ya know. I’ve always wanted to see them play altogether again.
Pink Floyd (minus Roger Waters) was the first concert I ever went to. It was my graduation present to myself!
Then a few years back, long story short of course, me and a friend of mine ending up sneaking into a Roger Waters show!
Both bands were good, in their own right, by I’ve been wanting to see the “true” Pink Floyd for awhile now.
love love and sorry you’re sad today.
June 13th, 2005 at 4:36 pm
That is so weird. I was sure that they all died of drug overdoses and that was part of why they were so famous.
June 13th, 2005 at 4:36 pm
That is so weird. I was sure that they all died of drug overdoses and that was part of why they were so famous.
June 13th, 2005 at 4:36 pm
That is so weird. I was sure that they all died of drug overdoses and that was part of why they were so famous.
June 13th, 2005 at 4:36 pm
That is so weird. I was sure that they all died of drug overdoses and that was part of why they were so famous.