| the music |
[18 Feb 2009|12:12am] |
These were calm days, when i was not so employed. but in the mean time i did not hear the undertoe, the rapid and violent twists and turns in a distance unnoticed. and now as i take a step forward i step into a tsunami. and a seer would say, it is not a tsunami, but a wave to ride.
The music industry is at a critical time right now it seems. All your favorite bands grew up in the innocent world of record labels counting sales buy album purchases, and now the take it all for granted as they ridicule the evolution of the music business. the royalties, the copyright laws, they can live despite them, but can the little ones? the ones who grow in an industry that's not so fortunate, record labels dont see sales when there are downloads, and they dismiss the little talents they had and shave their little faces with the pavement. But has'nt the music industry been at a critical time always?
The days of Mozart, where music was only a live entity, the days of Billie Holiday, where songs were written to be sung by others, where records were vinyl, the first days of radio, when music got broadcast, always evolving...and to this day it seems to adapt according to technology.
And technology has again caused an ape world of war. music businesses are pitted against each other. its a microcosm of the human race. the human race has good intentions, but the different religions that they think execute their good intentions, put people at war with each other even though they do have good intentions. Internet radio wants to promote artist, and music royalty organizations want to protect artist rights. but since internet radio does not want to pay royalties, lawsuits ensue. they have different beliefs but they both love music.
meanwhile, Hollywood, Cali, their economy is sinking, and is sunk...
will the music industry even have funding, and economic rotor for itself? its a test against time, will the music industry keep surviving? and yet, hasn't it always been a test, with all the evolution that has already taken place.
And in the mean time, im in the center of the battlefield, being tempted by the music royalty industry, and the broadcast industry. and my business is being bought out by a bigger media coorporation. and new laws are developing in accordance with the changing music industry. all this stuff happening at the same time.
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[07 Aug 2008|04:14am] |
i think my day starts off...i wake up day dreaming about..a certain someone. after having a dream abou me going to another belly dance workshop, with the Andalusian girl, we made somwhat close connection. i know i am meetin my friend bobbi at lebanese taven, at 1, which means 2:30. since i knew he was going to be late i saved my self from that by just waiting at home and making a necklace finally with the big tooth/claw my sis gave me. i first picked out the beads and agreed on a good mix and pattern, i wanted to use these miao earring, but they took to much attention away from the claw. i add a couple of metallic triangles after looking at it a couple of time and use nail polish to make them look more tarnished. i think the final product was good. then i get ready, with the necklace considered making sure my closthing brings attention to it somehow. im pretty much ready after doing my hair and getting socks on, i tried on these new puma socks but they were to small..i decided no to wear sandals. i packed my computer just in case i was going to see tanya, and then i went out to the car and i was about to go. but i called bobbi a couple of time to check if he remembered. he didnt pick up the phone, so i make reall good garlic and breadcrubs on tofu, and then he decided to call me around 1pm so i preend im already in silver spring for some realson, cause he is just always late, he had jsut woken up. so i finish cooking the tofu, taste it...love it and bring i with me, eat it in the car. get to silver spring park at whole foods, and walt to lebanese taverna where all these kids are playing in thier bathing suits in this fountain that shoots up geysers in unexpectd places, i am watching these kids, it was fun just watching them try to see which geyser would sprout up next. reminded me of days at the pool when i was little. some guy of course is staring at me. i actually found like the prime spot to sit under a tree by myself. bobbi finally arrives and we talk out there for awhile and go into the taverna...its a hot day. i buy candy i used o have as a kid, and some cookies to take home...blah blah, we eat for about 3 hours drink iced tea, and it was fucking delish, talk abou music, cultures, obama, how his name mean little father, and his trip to CA and then my neclace. there is a girl who works at cakelove sitting b herself prob overhearing us. i think she was drawing or something she looked artistic she smiled at me when she left. i also kept getting distracted by various hot women just walking around. we finished reparked cars, went to marshalls, then to the book sore where i found a good music business book and looked a pictures of the ocean in the fabien couteau book and fish and sea animals. kirk is calling me to see baman. i call tanya about rehearsal...get to her house her bother open the door half naked...crazy, says she upstairs. so i just walk in...we rehearse like 6 hourse straigh doing the caronina choreo i see her crazy room wih all crasy gypsy stuff...ok
yeah writing about this day...it was a big day...i kinda feel like i would like to remember it now that i wrote all taht stuff i seems less exciting. at least i'll remember it.
yup
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| wow |
[07 Apr 2008|11:35am] |
april 7 11:17 am....in car its raining. red traffic light. hot mom crosses street with cute little girl. yes i stared at her ass. holy smokes....
if i dont have a boyfriend by the summer...i will be a lesbian
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| Nov. 27....a day to remember |
[28 Nov 2007|12:36am] |
first im like learning all about bees from a motherfuckin bee dude talking about like concentrations of sugar and like honey enzymes, and how to grade honey,then i like go the the co-op and get some bagel and cous cous then im like watching gypsies build cars out of trash and ride them around collecting cardboard and glass to sell and make fuckin money.
go home, chill with my uncle and my family at the Red Robin and Expo, now i have all these notes about fuckin finials and fuckin like crest and shrug holders. notice the frequent cursing...i had a very long moment with the middle eastern looking rugs as well. i was in heaven...there were round mandala rugs too
then im at XM. i get hired at traffic and weather with jay, go down to see mike, start setting up the session. fuckin Scarface is late, but thats ok cause there is catering with crab cakes, shrimp, fish and macaroni. i met this dude gavin, and he know one of the musicians at WMUC, pretty sweet. new guys in my life are good as long as they are single. i talked to gavin for quite a while. talked to john the photographer. taked to stuart the guy in charge of saftey. they all were very proud i got hired sayin shit like...yeah once you are here, you got connections no matter what...something to that degree, and how like DJs usually start out in traffic and weather. the photographer and i had a good chat about like my internship and the whole job thing and how i got my foot in the door. jonny boy gives me his hypnotic honey drink lookin all like florecent cool-aid, cause he needed to drive. then we start rollin pretty much, scarface is like yappin his mouth, and the board crashes. my endless love for this board....if it dies i die...but mike revived my lover and i was touched, it was like a fucking ER in there, protools flatlined, and i went into shock. i was calm, but mike kept trying to restart the board, until is started pulsating again.
fuckin scarface, continues yappin call his friend, calls his dad, i change the DAT tape, he is still having a full fledged father son conversation with his dad. he keeps yappin i get mike some water and go to the bathroom, scarface is still yappin. finally ends, i am checking out bellydance pics on the internet.
close the session, talk to mark, another intern and the DJ of BPM. the yappin consisted of constant cussing, so hence my cussing frequently. gotta make dem connections man.
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[13 Sep 2007|06:37am] |
so when given power...it comes with that greek tragic cycle of blindness hubris nemesis
XM has given me Dalet...the ever sucking organism of all music. all audio files in existance are burned into Dalet...the biggest music library ever. i am a sorceress! i now hold the crystal ball and sony oxford console! it solves every problem ever! (blindness) I AM A GOLDEN GOD (hubris) more? i want more? i need more!!!! (nemesis) i myself have become that constantly consuming and unsatisfied specimen, i'll have dalet syndrome...im gonna start living in the vents of XM Radio, staying there 24/7. once im there i cant leave...
they have a genre for every country! Hungarian!!! all the music = all the powerrrr mwahahahahaaahahaaaa
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| da feeeeeed |
[28 Aug 2007|09:26pm] |
Boards of Canada
Ilkae
Louis Armstrong
mmm datsa good honey
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[10 Aug 2007|07:08pm] |
my friends think that im turning into a lesbian cause i can't get guys into bed.
i'm so macho
i guess i'll have to use the sodomizing technique...
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[04 Jul 2007|10:43am] |
i signed a contract for being broadcast on tv and performing in NYC...was that right?
wtf
im a manager now, and i need to read up about the law and shit, and artist rights, contract, etc...
wtf am i fukcing gonna do, this is the real world, who can i trust...
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| dancing |
[22 May 2007|12:09pm] |
when i think of dancing i think of sweet body fitting pants, good music, stretching, yoga, and isolating all those juicy muscles...
there is no point to this post is there....i sound like denise austin...great.
all hail Amon Tobin though.
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[20 Apr 2007|10:39pm] |
is the heart meant to be broken a thousand times before
it can ever be healed
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[10 Apr 2007|04:59am] |
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We would accomplish many more things if we did not think of them as impossible.
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[04 Apr 2007|05:58am] |
so i gave a guy my number. and he called me during class, and left a message.
so i called him back but he didn't pick up.
and he hasn't called since
i think we're breaking up
but im gonna see him on Saturday, in fact we see each other almost every Saturday, so i dunno what to do. I could just give him a big spanking for not calling me back, but thats out of my comfort zone. igh
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| scar tissue that i wish you saw |
[28 Mar 2007|02:50pm] |
i go from leaving school right after class because i dont know anyone at school, to leaving school right after class because i know too many people
this is too trippy, i go from anti social, to all out social, someone please whack me and remind me that i'm a total douche
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[15 Mar 2007|11:17pm] |
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im blogging right now cuz i should be studying. so my friend threw me a fuckin bone and told me i might be a retard when it comes to expressing myself and i really thought about it. I tell a lot of my friends a lot of odd things i guess and i don't know why. I think its cuz its all i have...i don't really know if i communicate myself as authentically as i want. Maybe i should just talk less. but then again, a lot of people are attracted to me, i have a lot of friends, and hang around with a lot of people. But i still find myself extremely self conscious around them. I love them but i still feel unstable with they way they might perceive me. i think i always fall back on the dumb blondish or airhead character around people when i get nerveous or defensive, then again, that valley girl part of me does come from something real, its just that i overuse it. the point is i have no life.
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[11 Mar 2007|08:46pm] |
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so now there is a show in myspace called "we need girlfriends." why is it that society think that guys are the only ones struggling to get a relationship, or a romance. There is a whole world of girls who are having a hella time finding a guy. sonia will always fail to get a guy, like its a tradition of the universe. i should make a show called "we need boyfriends."
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| nurture and be nurtured |
[22 Feb 2007|11:22pm] |
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Be concentrated and leonine in the hunt for what is your true nourishment. -Rumi
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[20 Feb 2007|11:17pm] |
i keep on forgetting the stuff i have to do. so here is to putting a stop to that...
this week i gotta
do the french pictures
get the fuckin advisor
MLK presentation
get the music flowing
do the aRBee beeswam
denise austin stuff
pro-tools
Yamaha and Physics
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| the cheaper the sex |
[11 Feb 2007|08:51pm] |
why is it that when guys just want you for sex, it all the sudden cheapens their whole being no matter what. im out to promote this band and i already feel disgusting because the composer just wants to go to bed with me. and i couldn't even talk to him straight about music cause he just keeps comparing me to all the other girls who are this and that. all he wants to do is talk about my looks and how "perfect" i am, trying to get me to the hotel and shit and it cheapens everything. they always ask the same question...are you single. the answer is always no, and their response is always the same thing...oh how can a girl like you be single blah blah. that has happened so many times it makes me sick. they all say the SAME fucking thing. when am i gonna meet a guy who is different?
i'm genuinely interested in his music, but i cant listen to it without knowing that he's probably jacking off to whatever, and it cheapens the music. he could be mozart or brad pitt, but i still wouldn't go to bed with him.it like just cause you are a girl you have to be their private slut for the night or whatever when you are just trying to do your job. its like here we go again...
why do some guys have to be like that, is it cause they are on tour and they cant get any?
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