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Nov. 1st, 2008 @ 02:41 pm The Monkees: Terry Continues to Ramble
nemesisn4sa has already touched on the next part of the story. You see with the guys were beginning to be more and more frustrated they found themselves not fairing as well in England. The Beatles took them in at a party one night and talked to them about shaking their rep as teen idols. The solution was an up and coming Jimi Hendrix. Unfortunately the obsessiveness of American teens was greatly underestimated and as staggering a perform that Jimi put on after a few stops in the tour he bowed out. He was unhappy with being coaxed off the stage to the chant of hormone charged 15 year old screaming for Davy Jones. They turned back to Paul McCartney who suggested they make a movie.So the guys sat down with thier manager and told them they wanted to do thier own music and make a movie. Their manager was working on a movie with his friend Jack Nicholson (Easy Rider). So he warned them that it may be a bad move but went ahead and started work. The movie was called Head and it emboddied thier generations ideal on sex, drugs, and war. After the surge of 15 year olds out of the theater followed by the angry parents of said teens. The monkees slowed down abit and put out a few albums, I believe. In 1986 they made a comeback album and I was happy to see them play. My tale has come full cicle. Back to work.....
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Oct. 31st, 2008 @ 09:14 am Monkees
I don't know if I'm doin this right but I'll use nemesisn4sa's interests as an excercise to keep me righting for now :).
So, my very first concert was the monkees return tour. It was some kind of relief concert or something. There was tiffany and Kenny G and some people I didn't know when I was 12 consequently I don't know thier name at 35. For some reason I have alot of facts about the Monkees rolling around in my head. Mabe if I spill them I can make room for brand new facts that most people could give a shit about. As a preface I'd like to say that I think that they are among a group of unsung musicians along with Butthole Surfers, Donovoan, and some others, I digress. The Monkees...yes. Aha, The first fact is probably widly know and that is Mike Nesmith's randmother invented White Out, Thanks lady. The Monkees had it hard during their career, thier manager had he idea of a prefab group like they used to do. He put a spin on it and grouped together 2 actors (Davey Jones & Mikki Dolan)(I have no idea how to spell thier names :)) and 2 musicians (Mike Nesmith & Peter Tork). The idea was to make a musical TV show and The Monkees where born.
The group became fast friends and where happy to do the music that Niel Diamond was writing for them. They all however expected to do some of thier own music and Mikki and Davey started to learn music from thier new friends.
....I'm off to work, stay tuned for the continued story............
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Oct. 9th, 2008 @ 01:04 pm Art, Motivation, Life, History and Cable...
Current Location: Work
Current Mood: artistic
Hmmm...
I can see art as being a physical representation of someones thoughts. In other words making thoughts tangible to those that live outside your head. I really feel like that incompasses any form of art you can bring to the table. The breakdown in this is that everything we do, get up, sit, cry, shit, go to work, play video games, humm to ourselves, the whole damn kitt and kaboodles of life itself. That being said, the only thing that makes art art to the person who creates it is moivation. That only applies to the creater though. Someone else could look upon your mundane works and see art because it exemplifies something in their head that was nver put into some sort of tangable form.
Now that I've esablished a definition thing get complicated. If all we do is a tangible representation of our thoughts then we can view our lives as a performance art. If I were to stop drawing and writing I could create myself in the form of someonne who is not an artist. PARADOX!!
With the proper motivation we could "paint" ourselves as anything we want, success or faliure aside. Look at people like Martin Luther King, Abraham Lincoln, Hitler, Ghandi, The Dali Lama all of them drew their limitation well above any expected line. They painted themselves outside the lines. They threw away the coloring book and drew thier own picture with their own lines. All of the names above are proof the our percieved boundries are just that. We have all given our own limitation based on how we see reality.
I think I'll paint myself as a cable guy for awhile, possibly a poet on the side. I still have an entire sketchbook that I haven't touched.

P.S. I'd like to add John Lennon to my list. He would have been 68 today. I'm thinkig we really should give peace a chance.
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Oct. 8th, 2008 @ 12:46 pm I'm throwing it all out the door...
Current Location: work
Current Mood: productive
Current Music: Only whats in my head
So,
Here I am at lunchtime sitting here on my comp. It's been a super long time since I wrote down my thoughts. It's probably long overdue and when I'm done with this I owe nemesisn4sa an email. So my first career, real career was a truckdriver, I drove a rig for several years. Then I busted up my back and the state trained me for architecural drafting, the next shift was small but I moved on to 3d modeling from blueprint(which was really fun). So I got laid off about 4 months ago and nearly lost everything. My coleader for the girlscout troop I have talked to her husband about his cablework and he got me in the door. Here I am moving on to a new career...again.
I have decided to pursue the job just because I love to learn new stuff. At first it was for now, but after alot of thought I have decided to through the whole idea of career out the door. My desperate grasp to a field or career is soley based on the idea that that is the way it's done. To hell with that, if I can pay my bills and keep my kids doing there dance and gymnastics and all that then i'm doing fine. This job is going to be fun, I missed being outside.
I wonder what I'll be doing in another 5 years. I'm excited to see.
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Aug. 5th, 2006 @ 12:29 pm My brain
I went down to the little Cafe on the first floor at work. The sun was shining through the blinds and I realized I hadn't seen the sky, so I took my cup of black beans and went outside and sat in a grassy median in the parkinglot. I leaned against a rough scrub oak and sat in the damp grass, I could smell the detritus under the grass for the closely knit oaks dropping leaves on thier little island for a while. I smelled the oil dripping out of the cars and I saw litlle ant running along the ground and on the tree, I was invisible to them, too big to be in their field of vision. I saw litlle humans walking around goning in and out of the building, walking only feet from me, I was invisible to them, too small to be in thier field of vision.
The sun was so hot on my neck and blazing behind me, but in front was a crazy storm all lightning and rolling clouds. I waited 45 minutes for the storm to catch up and it was such a moment of enlightenment. The past behind you blazing like the sun, nuturing a future, a seed made up of all youve been and felt and seen and done. The future in front so clouded and unsure of how much life or destruction it will bring. Only to pass by and once more be the sun on your back.
When the rain came everyone out in the parking lot freaked and ran every direction now looking more like the ants than ever and I still just as invisible, I walked for awhile and then went back to work wet, it was the best day I've had in a really long time
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Jun. 25th, 2006 @ 05:08 am OK I'll do this ...
Current Music: Its very Quiet
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your livejournal along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to.

1. Tipsy -Reverse Cowgirl (that cracks me up)
2. Amon Tobin -Marine Machine
3. Rouge Wave -Everyday
4 Dangerdoom - Sofa King
5. I Am Electro-MeatBeat Manifesto
6. Some Velvet Morning -Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood
7. Heres Where the Story Ends -The Sundays
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Jun. 25th, 2006 @ 04:19 am Garlic Smashed Potaters
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I had so much fun cooking with Rayne tonight.
Take 3 red potatoes, chunked up
a few florets of broccoli
a spoonful of minced garlic
salt
pepper
sour cream
blue food dye
red food dye

boil potatoes and broccoli, for freakin ever; drain any excess water; add seasoning (salt, pepper, garlic) and 3 drops of blue dye.
giggle with your 9 year old for 10 minutes add snorting as needed
mix 1 drop of red dye in bowl with sour cream.
giggle more until sour cream is thoroughly pink.
scoop the yummy taters on your plate add as much sour cream as you like and laugh until you cry, because they look descusting.
Finally add lots of love and enjoy your almost cold Clashing Mashed Potatoes cause they were awesome.
MMMMMMmmmm........
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Jun. 18th, 2006 @ 06:40 pm Zombie Zen
This is a repost from my Myspace but I wanted to share.

Last night I went to Infected, a zombie themed party at the castle. I needed out bad and there were zombies there so... Anywho, Robert and I both saw a beautiful thing, Decontamination officers and zombies hanging together in musical harmony. I found that in death the punks, goths, yuppies, city workers, and catholic schoolgirls all have a common ground, our rotting flesh drew us together and the Castle gave us, the living dead, the social factor we were missing, the survivors of an apocolyptic viral infection. Thank you

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Jun. 15th, 2006 @ 12:21 am (no subject)
1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.

2. Run a google image search on that word.

3. Reply to this entry & post one of the pictures from your search, but don't tell me what the word was.

4. Put this in your journal, so I can post a picture for you!
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Jun. 13th, 2006 @ 11:02 pm COwboy Junkies
Tonight I dug up an old cowboy junkies album, Trinity Sessions, it's been a coon's age since I heard it. I know alot of people have a certian expectation of them from the radio but this isn't that stuff at all. It's all slow steel guitar and this sultry, mournful style. I don't know why I let this album get away for so long, it stirs so much in me. ahhhhh.....
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Jun. 10th, 2006 @ 04:16 am 4 AM Drive
well its 4 AM there abouts...I drove around for almost 3 hrs and feel pretty good about it. We didn't do anything or really go anywhere, but I fell less opressed by my own slow Friday night stagnation. It was nice to drive in the dark for a bit. Tommorrow I get up at 9 to pick up my midget from Gymnastics, woohoo.................................................
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Jun. 9th, 2006 @ 11:43 pm My Very First
Hmm...It's Friday night and here I sit doig nothing in paticular to my computer. I must stop fiddling with the damn thing but it occupies me to nothing in paticular to it. I am bored and have tons of things to vent and create and write and work on but it,s so overwellming I sit and don't. An low and behold my good buddy Robert has pulled into the drive way...Let take a peek kiddies.
Woohoo I believe I may be wisked from my domestic blah to a smokey musicy place of unknown origin, I'm glad to see tid bits of my friend nemesisn4sa life and I'm glad to see she is still out there. G'night for now, mabey more interesting this will be written next time, and then again, mabey not.
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