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Starting today:
2 weeks of training with the 195, wont be home.
5 days off
5 weeks of specialty training in virginia.
So Im saying my goodbyes now, since I probably wont be around much until august 18. Have a good rest of the summer, dont do anything stupid, like die, unless you speak dirka. |
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Im bored, so Im going to say what, at this exact moment of my life, is pissing me off:
1. I have to sit here in my room for the rest of the night, because someone decided that I wasnt allowed to be around when anyone is in the house.
2. I come in the house, and in front of all of her friends she says go away, in my house, when I've been gone all morning since 5am.
3. Someone is playing the piano upstairs above my head. There really isnt anything worse in the world for a headache than someone slamming on the piano when they dont know how.
4. My computer doesnt work right. Thats 2g out the window.
5. Someone tells me something, then tries to tell me they lied about it like Im a fucking idiot. Guess what, Im not one.
This list isnt going where I wanted it to, so I'm just going to talk about something important, since I have all night because Im not allowed upstairs (god forbid I fucking make someone uncomfortable).
So it's looking like music won't be my thing anymore. Music's good, Im still going to at least minor in it, but I dont think I want to teach. In fact, I know I dont want to teach. I dont have the patience, and I fucking hate kids (I can't deal with stupid people a year younger than me).
Music in schools is dead. It sucks but it's true. Theres a few out there who are really in it for the music, but 99.9% of the time it's a group of people who don't care about anything but having something to do. Thats not what music is. You play music because every note you play makes you feel like you're doing something worth while.
That attitude is gone. There will never be a great jazz ensemble in the state of maine again. Schools will continue to cut the programs, quality will diminish, and eventually there will be no point. Im not going to waste my time watching the destruction of the best thing in my life.
So it's looking like I'm going into Political Science with a pre-law minor. I really havent decided about the law school part, I'd really like to go to law school and be a JAG officer in the Army, theres so much money with that...
But I want to work in government. Theres a million things I could do with it that I'd want to do. I could do anything from be a representative, congressman, senator, campaign manager, or even a Police Officer or state trooper (I just want the hat that looks like a drill sergeant's).
But either way, I hate to say it, but Music isn't going to be my thing. I guess I wasnt really ever anything as special as I would have liked, and maybe I have the potential to do whatever I want, but I dont want to kill myself watching music be destroyed.
So everyone vote for me in about ten years, ok?
I almost forgot. It's looking like Im getting my own radio show on 91.9. It'll be fun, I'll play a lot of what I like to listen to. I have a training session a few days ago, I should go in and start doing more soon. You guys will have to call in so I feel like someone's listening...
Thats it, I almost feel better.
Not really.
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22 mar 2006 @ 23:39
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I always wanted to know what I'd look like on stained glass.
It's funny that Im doing this battle of the bands thing. I think it's cool that the rest of the guys get to show their friends how good they are, but I'm there to make fun of the stupid screamo fucks that were badmouthing us being there. It'll be fun. |
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I dont know the extent of the local liberal community that read this anymore, but Im posting this anyway because Im thinking about it.
Did you guys see that thing on Al-Jazera (the Arab television network that broadcasts the beheadings and shit) where the Iraqi militants were saying that they oppose the war, and Osama Bin Ladin is a terrible leader, and that they are losing?
You didn't? Thats because it didn't happen. It's never happened and it'll never happened because the Iraqi's have a loyalty to their country that the liberals of the country, namely the ones we elected to represent the people, are basically telling the Iraqi army that the country doesn't back the war we started, and that just adds to the mentality and morality that they have.
So thanks a lot, you fucking liberal pieces of shit that don't know anything. You're fucking over me and my battle buddies. Thanks a freakin lot.
18 mar 2006 @ 22:17
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So my unit was slated to go up to Canada for Convoy training, and now we're not, so that takes me from about an 80% chance of getting deployed to closer to a 50% chance (even though the money would be good, and I'd love to blow up a sand nigger).
So thats good.
18 mar 2006 @ 00:21
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And I'll tell you something else right now. I have the solution to the drug problem in this country. Nobody wants to hear it, but I have it. Not less drugs, more drugs. Get more drugs, and give 'em the right fucking people. Mmm mm, cuz every time you hear about some famous guy overdosing on drugs, it's always some really talented guy. It's always like Len Bias, or Janis Joplin, or Jimi Hendrix, or John Belushi. You know what I mean!? The people you wanna have overdose on drugs never would! Like Motley Crue would never fucking overdose man, never! You could put them in a room with two tons of crack. They come out a half an hour later, "Rock on man!" "Shit, they're still alive. Fuck! They're probly gonna make another double-live album now, God dammit!"
I take music pretty seriously. You see that scar on my wrist? You see that? You know where that's from? I heard the Beegees were getting back together again. I couldn't take it, okay! That was the only good thing about the 1980's. We got rid of one of the Beegees. One down, three to go. That's what I say, folks. Yeah! Here's ten bucks! Bring me the head of Barry Mantilow, alright? I wanna drink beer out of his empty head! I wanna have a Barry Mantilow skull keg party at my apartment, ok?! You write the songs, we'll drink the beer out of your head.
We live in a country, where John Lennon takes six bullets in the chest, Yoko Ono was standing right next to him and not one fucking bullet! Explain that to me! Explain that to me, God! Explain it to me, God! I want it! God! Jesus! Now we've got twenty-five more years. Yeah, I'm real fucking happy now, God. I'm wearing a huge happy hat, Jesus Christ! I mean Stevie Ray Vaughan is dead, and we can't get Jon Bon Jovi in a helicopter. Come on, folks. "Get on that helicopter John. Shut the fuck up and get on that helicopter! There's a hair dresser in there. Yeah, go ahead in there, yeah yeah."
I don't get it. You know, I just don't get it. I missed the fucking point some place. The boat left and I wasn't on the boat. Explain it to me. Heavy Metal bands on trial because kids commit suicide? What's that about? Judas Priest on trial because "my kid bought the record, and listened to the lyrics, ....." Well that's great! That sets a legal precedent. Does that mean I can sue Dan Folgerburg for making me into a pussy in the mid-70's. Is that possible, huh? Huh?! "Your honor, between him and James Taylor, I didn't get a blow job 'till I was 27 years old. I was in Colorado wearing hiking boots eating granola. I want some fucking money right now!"
Let me make sure I'm crystal clear on this issue, ok? Heavy Metal fans are buying Heavy Metal records, taking the records home, listening to the records and then blowing their heads off with shotguns? Where's the problem!? That's an unemployment solution right there, folks! It's called natural selection. It's the bottom of the food chain, ok? I say we put more messages on the records. "Kill the band, kill your parents, then yourself, ok!? Make sure you get your whole head in front of the shotgun. Thank you for calling! Thank you for calling!"
I'll tell you something else I don't get, ok? This whole thing, these bands going backwards, you know what I'm talking about? This whole nostalgia for the late 60's, early 70's that's happening right now. The Black Crowes wearing bell bottoms again? I don't fucking think so, ok! I wore them once, they sucked, I didn't get laid, I'm not wearing them again! Let me tell you something. We need a two and a half hour movie about the Doors? Folks, no we don't. I can sum it up for you in five seconds, ok. "I'm drunk. I'm nobody. I'm drunk. I'm famous. I'm drunk. I'm fucking dead." There's the whole movie, ok!? Big fat dead guy in a bath tub, there's your title for you.
And I also don't go for this other thing now, with MTV being so big where you get a band that gets a hit video, and all of the sudden they think that they're like icons and they can tell us how to feel about environmental issues and how to vote and stuff. You know what I'm talking about? Like R.E.M. "Shiny Happy People" "Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey! Pull that bus over to the side of the pretentiousness turnpike, alright!? I want everybody off the bus. I want the shiny people over here, and the happy people over here, ok! I represent angry gun-toting meat-eating fucking people, alright!" Sit down and shut the fuck up Michael! Don Henley's gonna tell me how to vote. I don't fucking think so, ok? I got two words for Don Henley, Joe Fucking Walsh, ok!? Thanks for calling, Don! How long's your pony tail now? Ok!
All these rock stars should've been killed, man. Every single God damned one of them. Right after Jon Lenin died, we should've gotten the Partridge Family bus and driven around and killed them all one by one, you know? Elvis Presley should have been shot in the head back in 1957. Somebody should've walked up behind Elvis in '57 with a 44 magnum, put the barrel of the gun right up to his brain stem and just pulled the trigger, so you can remember Elvis in a nice way. Wouldn't it be nice to remember Elvis thin, with a big head of hair? Maybe that gold lame gold lame gold lame suit. Wouldn't that be nice? Because how do you remember Elvis? You know how you remember Elvis. He was found in the toilet with his pants around his ankles and his big fat hairy sweaty king of rock and roll ass exposed to the world and his final piece of kingly evidence floating in the toilet behind him! Creepy! One of his aids had to walk in and go, "Damn, Elvis is dead. I'd better flush the toilet. Oh man I should've saved that! I coulda made some money off of that! Damn man! A ding dang do!"
That's why I'm glad Jesus died when he did. Oh yeah. Because if he lived to be 40, he woulda ended up like Elvis, come on! Oh yeah, he had that big enterauge. Twelve guys willing to do whatever he wanted to do. He was famous already at that point. If he lived to be 40, he'd be walking around Jerusalem with a big fat beer gut and black side burns going, "Damn, I'm the son of God. Give me a cheese burger and french fries right now. Where's Mary Magdeline, I want a blow job now. Come on now! Fuck you, or I'll turn you into a leper. Give me a cheese burger now, God dammit. Love me tender, love me true, empty my colostamy bag! Oh I think I shit my pants on that last... Change my diaper now!"
I'm going to hell for that bit. And you're all coming with me! And don't try to get out of it, "We didn't laugh at that bit, Jesus, please!" "Shut up! Get on the bus with Leary and Scorsese. You're going right to fucking hell!" And you know what hell is folks. It's Andy Gibb, singing Shadow Dancing for eons and eons. And you have to wear orange plaid bell bottoms and sit next to the Bay City Rollers. "How you guys doing? This is gonna suck!"
I was reading an interview with Keith Richards in a magazine and in the interview Keith Richards intimated that kids should not do drugs. Keith Richards! Says that kids should not do drugs! Keith, we can't do any more drugs because you already fucking did them all, alright! There's none left! We have to wait 'till you die and smoke your ashes! Jesus Christ! Talk about the pot and the fuckin' kettle.
26 fév 2006 @ 02:45
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It's 5:37 right now, and I'm awake. I hate falling asleep by accident during the day. It's going to be a long day too...
But it's over. After two years of working on it it's pretty much done. Im so glad it's over.
My big band arrangement of Punk Funk, that is. That's what you were thinking of right?
I have to spread out some chord among different parts instead of just blocks in a single part, but all the musical idea is there. I have it saved as a midi if someone wants me to send it to them through AIM or whatever.
But yeah, I'm psyched. I bet I could get the guard band to play it. They'll play anything...
Erik
21 fév 2006 @ 05:37
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Everyone has something that they do best. I think I'm just good at being an asshole and a smartass.
That's right. I'm a professional smartass. So fuck you.
Dennis Leary is the fucking man.
12 fév 2006 @ 02:59
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I usually don't feel like writing on this because of anything I'm specifically thinking about, but
I can't believe that tom brady would flip the coin. I think everyone in that stadium just booed him.
I guess if ben roethlesberger flips it at the Patriots superbowl next year he'll get the same response.
05 fév 2006 @ 18:23
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So it's 4:30 right now, and I can't sleep. I stayed up late last night, woke up early this morning, went to bed kind've late, and woke up at 3am wide awake. I don't understand myself sometimes.
School's weird. This semester I finally get to do some real music at the university. The bands are lame, the jazz is inadequate and unfulfilling, and the concert band is a tiny bit harder than high school concert band music.
Jazz rehearsals are the high points of my week though. Theres a few charts in there that are really sweet, and then there's the typical type that make me want to shove my trombone in my ear. I'm pushing for a solo on Invitation, a crazy chart Jaco Pastorius used to play a lot, and theres a few blues charts (one in Eb that I'd kill for) with solo opportunity. So whatever. We're playing a few crazy hard (and high) charts, like one called Quintessence which is in 5/4 and has sections in 7/4, and none of it's syncopated. Then there's Begin the Beguine, which is in the same ball park. They're both arranged by Stan Kenton, who's A) A crazy trumpet player and B)A crazy arranger. Seriously, some of the best arrangements of anything come from the Stan Kenton Big Band. Think Maynard Ferguson, but a step above. Yeah, its like that...
Here's the thing I hate about the University of Maine music program. I'm a bass trombone player. Everyone knows it. Whatever.
But I'm playing lead in the concert band and the jazz ensemble. FUCK ME. SOMEONE SHOULD KNOW HOW TO PLAY LEAD TROMBONE BETTER THAN THE FUCKING BASS TROMBONE PLAYER!!! IT'S ONLY FUCKING COLLEGE KIDS!!!
The thing that really gets me is that the guy who plays bass trombone in the Jazz ensemble is cool, but he totally sucks at it, but since he's been there for longer he gets the part. In the concert band, I probably didn't have to play lead, but the guy who plays bass totally sucks balls (and has a way better trombone than me, which makes me mad) and he smells weird, so to save myself that trombone-in-ear incident, I sat at the other side of the section.
So I don't ever bring my bass trombone to school anymore. Whatever.
I had a pretty sweet Queen City Big Band rehearsal tonight. Sometimes, in playing music, you just have days where your chops are mint, and your brain is working clearly enough to not stumble through the music. Tonight was one of those nights for me. We have some rough charts, and I flew by them (which was funny because Harris sucked balls, I love showing him up sometimes. I just like on nights.
So this whole rant has me thinking about me and my life in music. I really wish I didn't have to do music education sometimes. I wish I could find a steady playing/touring gig that needs a bass trombone player. Sometimes I think that'd be worth going to school for, but there's just no guarantee. Music Education gives me that guarantee of having work after college, which is cool but I won't be playing.
You know, honestly, if I had to pick any school in the area to go to, I'd go to UMA. The jazz studies program is run by the same guy who shafts the high school band every year (because he hates Brady). But at the same time, there's no music ed program, the only degree in music (which is like the main point of the whole college) is the degree in Jazz and Contemporary Music, which will give me everything I need to be at that top level I want to be at.
But, unfortunately, I'm the bass trombone player, and nobody really needs a bass trombone player. So if anyone wants me to mow their lawn sometime I'll need the money in about 4 years...
So heres where we come to the crossroads. Which is more important, studying in what I want or what'll get me a definite yet maybe less paying job in the end. Right now, I'm thinking that the degree in Jazz would be amazing, since that's what I like, and that's what I'm good at. But then again in four years when I'm looking for a gig and maybe can't find one I'll wish I'd had that music ed degree to fall back on.
But I love to learn, especially about music, so what's the worst that could happen? I get to the end of the four years with the degree in jazz, then go four more for education if I don't get a gig? The military pays for my school either way, so it's just a matter of growing the fuck up and getting the fuck out of school.
Man, maybe I should get some sleep.
By the way, don't fuck with me, or kyla. You'll get hurt.
-The Maestro
01 fév 2006 @ 04:30
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I only have to pay about $65.00 for books this semester.
Be jealous.
11 jan 2006 @ 22:41
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Ok, heres another crazy conservative view.
Some of the greatest minds in THE WORLD told GW that there were WMD's in Iraq. It wasnt a "lets fuck up that country". If any stupid liberal piece of shit decides they could run the country better than the greatest minds on the face of the planet, then they should try.
Did you know we found old nuclear warheads from the soviets in Northern Iraq. Bet you didnt.
03 jan 2006 @ 00:11
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So I put my car away a week or so ago, unless I needed it bad, and I needed it bad today.
So I pull out with it, and the brakes are a little weak, I figured its not bad, sometimes it takes a little while for the brakes to get full stop power, and I can stop but I need to plan a little bit ahead.
So I get to the end of lambert road, and I cant quite stop, so I roll through figuring I could have stopped if I stopped earlier. I get the end of eastern avenue and I roll straight through that. Its around here where I realize that maybe I need to hit something to stop. I ride up on the curb to slow down, and that helps but im still driving up state street to a backed up stop light. So I turn going 25 miles an hour into dunkin donuts and go through there. Since I still cant stop, I fly through there into wilson street, through the traffic, into oncoming traffic and into the jason's pizza parking lot. I get in there, and i still cant stop, so I turn the car off and drive in circles until the car stops.
So I almost died several times, and almost slammed a new beamer, which wouldnt have been a very nice thing to do.
Such is my life.
23 déc 2005 @ 15:54
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I hate this gay shit but I'm bored.
Click here.
Take the quiz.
Post your results.
( See all_funked_up's results. )
10 déc 2005 @ 23:29
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 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
Last Wednesday I set ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) deweygirl's puppy on fire (-66 points). In April I turned fight4yourights in for spitting (3 points). In September I ruled Canada as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In July I gave ocatchme22o a kidney (1000 points). Last Thursday I ruled Iran as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points).
Overall, I've been nice (937 points). For Christmas I deserve a toy train!
Sincerely,
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Do I come across as a kind, benevolent person.
Iran would be fucked, because I hate them.
07 déc 2005 @ 17:40
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Although posting more than once a day (or week, or month) is against my religion, this is too important, and I have to tell you this.
So Im driving down to green lake for a family thing. We drive past a cop by the green lake road, and I'm going five under the speed limit, so I'm golden.
So I wasnt golden.
I turn onto the green lake road, and I look out of my tiny rear view mirror and see the cop. Fuck me.
So the fucktard who had my amazing car before me decided to NOT leave me bolts for the rear license plate, and the state decided to not properly switch my registration from the truck to the comet. Fuck me twice.
So the cop tells me to get out of the car, and he says "Look, I could write you up for not properly affixing your license plate, and for not having proper registration, and you'd get a $400 fine and you'd lose your license. Go get back in your car." Fuck me three times.
Im in the car about ready to kill everyone, trying to hide the fact that my car was made before seat belts, and that'd only stir something better up. Here's what the cop says, word for word.
"Number one. I like your car"
"Thank you sir"
"Number two. I love your license plate, I bet you got the last variation of that."
"Thank you sir"
"Number three. Bring your registration to the Ellsworth PD and show someone there. If you dont by tuesday I'll mail you a summons. Have a nice day"
"Thank you sir"
And Im already pretty much in the ditch because the roads suck and the side of the green lake road is still the middle of the road.
But I found that entertaining until I realized I have to blow a tank of gas going to ellsworth from campus and back tomorrow. Who's up for a road trip. TO ELLSWORTH. FUCK YEAH.
On a completely different subject:
If Army men decide to light some dead terrorists up and yell to the towel heads' buddies through a loudspeaker that they're next, and you think thats wrong, you are unamerican. Thats how it is.
27 nov 2005 @ 03:46
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They hit the conservative thing pretty well...
Your dating personality profile:
Funny - You laugh often. People never accuse you of lacking a sense of humor. You don't take yourself too seriously.
Traditional - Modern culture does not move you. You hold traditional values dear to your heart.
Conservative - You take a conservative stance on most issues and aren't shy about saying so. Your political views are an important component of who you are. | Your date match profile:
Conservative - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match. Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need.
Funny - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date. If her jokes make you laugh, she has won your heart.
Intellectual - You seek out intelligence. Idle chit-chat is not what you are after. You prefer your date who can stimulate your mind. | Your Top Ten Traits
1. Funny
2. Traditional
3. Conservative
4. Wealthy/Ambitious
5. Adventurous
6. Outgoing
7. Intellectual
8. Practical
9. Romantic
10. Big-Hearted
| Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Conservative
2. Funny
3. Intellectual
4. Traditional
5. Practical
6. Religious
7. Romantic
8. Adventurous
9. Big-Hearted
10. Outgoing
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27 nov 2005 @ 01:55
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My stomache: "GOD NO"
My mind: "STOP EATING YOU WILL DIE"
My mouth: "Who else wants some pie?"
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