Day 81: Key to Good Music

Good music can only be appreciated in moods. When I was in high school I would spend my day scouring the "interweb" for new music and violate the most obscure music rags for new music. If I was extra desperate I would go to Easy Street Records (http://www.easystreetonline.com/) and sheepishly ask the insanely hot aspiring Bettie Paige or the rasta upper east side guy what they were listening to. Of course I asked while dropping band names (even fake ones) to prove my merit.

I came across some of the most amazing music that way...

The Flaming Lips

The Sounds
Ben Kweller
Deathcab for cutie

Some not so fantastic bands as well...

All American Rejects
Simple Plan
Blue scholars
Starting Line

And then some midway bands...
Limbeck
Dashboard confessionals
Douchebag mayer a.k.a. John twitterer idiot who lost Jen Aniston
NFG *

*********PLEASE SKIP, I had a Teenage Dirtbag Baby brain fart****excuse me**********

Continuing on, with the extra time sitting in front of my computer I've been listening to a lot of music I haven't really heard lately. Music that has been skipped or just burried. Music that I know all the words too, but haven't played since my Dell PC dorm days freshman year of college.

I think that's because in college, I was too busy ponging, working, parking lot pimpin (unskillfully), studying (lulz cats), lifting, and shooting/editing to worry about listening to quality music. Don't get me wrong, college is where I fell in love with Blackstar, the faces, and Simon and Garfunkel. And of course if anyone would bring up any kind of bull shit music (creed, nickelback, pussy cat) I would of course crucify them with out a doubt or at least judge the bejeezus out of them. The complex emotion and symbolism that I enjoyed in quality music was lost on me. I had no need to hear their stories, I was writing my own (I guess I actually had a "life" if only high school me could see me now)! In high school I was an asian, three-time high school transfer student with a live journal/xanga (the asian version of Livejournal, dude don't even get me started on Asian Avenue) with 300 friends on AIM. Unable to fit-in comfortably anywhere, I found solace in music where I could see through the eyes of a disconnected eccentric, drug addict, mohawk boy, intellectual, (insert your favorite cliche here). Trying to find myself and anyone to relate to was..... ugh I'm over this.

***************MUSIC********************************

Good music is not judged by BPM, lyrics, and chord transprogression, but the relevance to you and the connection the music has to your soul. When I was happiest in my post-college life I couldn't get enough of indie-dance and 80's rhythm and blues. When I went through a breakup Kanye West's 808's and Heartbreaks was complete therapy. I actually purchased that CD (hard copy) after I pirated the pre-release. The first CD I purchased since Jimmy Eat World's Clarity! Today I finally sat through the entire flaming lips discography (so damn good).

"So what? Music depends on your mood. Great work Spock!"

Now that I know this I can self medicate. Flaming Lips and Radiohead while I'm semi distracted not to swirl into a ball of angst, Simon and Garfunkel to chill me out, Kiss to get me pumped, and Weezer so I can float on. What did you think this was about, a tool for you? Haha and I bet you think all your twitter followers are your friends too!

Wow...this takes me back to my live journal days.


*fight me all you want. eff you this band rocks and defined a mother effing generation. Like blink but without the hit which kept them from the radio. So MXPX sucked too?


Dude, they covered "Glory of Love." You may have to bite me.

Day 80: things are looking up due to wiiings?

Entertained the thought of taking yesterday's blog down. Thought I would let it stay. I was pretty down yesterday and if I start editing myself now, wtf is the point of this blog. Am I right?

Today I sat in a website development meeting while the creator of a show (talent/above the line type of guy) and I tried to explain to an eccentric developer (who lived in a duplex in Torrance with housed toads) tried to understand our web jargon/gibberish/concept. After getting no where for about two hours, we basically asked him to "be creative." Could have done that electronically. Found out he doesn't do meta data back-end. Shitty.

Luckily my colleague drove us down there, as I don't even have the funds to frequent a chick-fil-a. However I did spoil myself with a coffee bean and tea leaf green tea as I was feeling under the weather yesterday.

Stopped by the RBNA headquarters and said hello and picked up a few pieces of a equipment for some contract work. Great thing about visiting Red Bull is all the free mother effing Red Bull.






Shitty thing is being unemployed and a loser, but that's pretty much anywhere I travel.

Day 79

Things are starting to get pretty dark here.

2 months late on rent.

4 phone bills

2 late loan payments

1 late credit card payment

8 overdraft fees

I need a job.

Am I going to write something in my FB status update? How do I ask my friends for a job without "asking" them for a job. Is it a matter of pride, or a matter of actually looking less valuable in the eyes of my future employers? The fact is it's probably both.

Today, I applied for a job at starbucks after working for Red Bull North America. ... it's official.
FML.

DAY 70

This weekend I took time away from my busy schedule to spend time with my friends for my buddy's bachelor party.


They keep saying how nice it is having "nothing to do." Weird, because I feel like I finally have
something to do.

Last night we were at the the Dodger game and that was pretty fun. and by fun I mean we got our butts handed to us by the dumb Giants. Hopefully the day of bbq'in, grillin, and homerun derby'in will make up for the dry game.