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Statut : Célibataire
Ville : Brooklyn
Région : New York
Pays: US
Date d’inscription :: 12/08/2004

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lundi, décembre 04, 2006 
Hosted By: Eric Fitzgerald
When: Friday Dec 08, 2006
at 8:00 PM
Where: Tonic
107 Norfolk Street
New York, NY 10009
US
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vendredi, avril 21, 2006 

Humeur actuelle :  agité
So there are several instances of newly blossoming music. 

1)Automatic Vaudville's new EP is finished, new songs are posted on the myspace page (www.myspace.com/automaticvaudville).  Its in my top 8 also, so check that out.

2) Time of Orchids is hard at work writing a new album, new songs to be played at every one of the next shows.  You could come out maybe and hear a few? See show info at that myspace page (www.myspace.com/timeoforchids).

3) I'm giving myself until the end of May (a birthday present to myself?) to record my debut solo album.  I need title suggestions... "Me" just seems pretentious and stupid, "My First Solo Album" is both stupid AND dumb. 
Perhaps I'll record it, post some songs, and then ask for suggestions.  I could always just fall back on S/T.  Thats probably what I'll do.

XOXOX
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samedi, novembre 06, 2004 

Humeur actuelle :philosophical

it is rattling and inspiring, this election turnout. i am becoming engrossed and obsessed with committees... that is with the attempt humans make to "work it all out" according to rules in some cases, chaotically and disorganized in other cases.

it is simply, the art of the pitch- who can dazzle who else, who has compacted and compressed his or her thoughts and ideas into a small, digestable chunks that will stimulate and inspire the thoughts and ideas of others.

it is becoming more and more clear, the picture of 1. the co existance of humans with their likenesses and differences, 2. the exploitation of these sames and differences, among and by these humans.

the art of coexistance- the government, which type or types work, will it always be needed, or will there eventually be a non-violent playing field with equal intelligence, intentions, capital (wherewithall) and resources accessability. how does one person alone organize their own thoughts into action, and how do groups of people think thoughts together so as to apply them to real time action. a valuable commodity to someday devise.

if two parties are speaking, and desire to speak deeply and profoundly (with purpose, one hopes), it is first helpful for there to be pre-existing agreed upon ideas; that is, all spoken sentances out of context would appear vague and without specific detail, yet the sentances are in fact complete seeing as how the two (perhaps more, two for now to keep it simple) are speaking inside of a world pre-set by them at the start (or earlier than) their conversation/forum.

i'm all over the place, here, but having started these five conversations, it would be easy to take them further in depth, provided that i worded them "right" for whoever reads them.

more to come, i openly invite those of you who seek a forum on the subject of humans co-existing, "working it out," co-guiding life as we know it toward a known/unknown direction/destination.

if i seem vague or without subject opinion, it is because i want to choose such subjective opinions when i trust that my objective observation and all of its (if any) rules and regulations are sound. i feel one should exit one's "self" when inclined to think, so that emotional memory is detained and unable to sway one toward desired drawable conclusions.

all over the place,
xoxqx
e

dimanche, septembre 19, 2004 
the other night i was intricately tucking a song inside itself, and happened to accidently recite it while rehersing it. it worked, but the audience was looking the other way and won the blame game six to nothing. more updates as they arrive xoxqx
samedi, août 21, 2004 
i rediscover old music i've composed and notice a complete stranger wrote it. i introduce it knowing he knew what he was doing, perhaps more so than I know now.... they all branch out into perplexingly eerie nostalgic ambiances that are all thats left of so many trivial fond and unfond memories. i feel, quite boastfully, that i wouldn't be the only one feeling such things after hearing it. i hope that i tranced into some non-time multi-dimensional creative thinking zone that so few workshops or guide books could ever even come close to summoning. this zone i speak of, this non-time non-linear just farted and so there what are you going to do about it, huh? much love, perpetual explosion manifested as pheret odor commencing. xoxo eric