Diaryhea

Sorry for the inconveniently long wait! Me and my big mouth are going through hard and stomach-churning times, literally. Apparently I have diarrhea for 4 days and counting... Huh... just when I snagged the summer vacation opportunity for regaining weight from the hustle and bustle of college life, I lost it all in a span of four days. Oh well, on to the diary.

Dear Diary,

How are you doing? Yeah, I'm fine. I've never been better. I mean that in the most ironic way possible. These past few days just made my summer a piece of shit. That's an understatement. I meant pieces of shit. Excuse my explicitly graphic words but what can you do, Diary? You're just an online excuse for the real thing. You don't have paper, ink-splattered self-expression... heck, you don't even exist. But that's fine with me, 'coz you're awesome that way.

Well, this summer ain't all bad, Diary. I've finished 12 tracks of my 18-track debut soundtrack album for Life of Pi. I can't wait to release it. I'm not really expecting much so I'm giving it away for free. Everyone has the right to music, right Diary? If you can call what I make music... I don't really blame you. Music is subjective. It's not about who made it, what it sounds like, when it was made, the lyrics, the rhythm, harmony, quality, instruments involved, techniques used, and especially the price. It's about the feeling one gets listening to it. What do you know, Diary? You don't have feelings. You only have 'em 'coz I pretend you do...

What else has happened to me, you ask? I'm becoming more... experimental. I've decided to go beyond softwares, synths, and midi for music production. I'm trying to incorporate natural sounds to my material. Imagine, the sounds of my stomach rumbling, a basketball, footsteps, drinking water, raindrops, snoring, bones cracking, a motor engine, TV static, and more. Non-instrument instruments if you will. I'm just so inspired by Bjork right now. Don't worry Diary, I'm still doing pop, acid, house, and electro. Just expanding my horizons, that's all.

It seems like you aren't much of a talker, Diary. I usually do the talking for you. Anyway, I'll end this conversation. I've still got other blogs to attend to. I'll leave you with thi statement. Life is a piece of shit. No matter how much you shine it, disguise it, deny it, and enjoy it, it's still shit. It's just a matter of getting used to it. So I guess this is where I add: WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT.



Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth