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I am done dragging my feet. Went upstairs to the studio tonight, picked up the bass guitar, and didn't stop until the bass line of "From Ancient Sands Arise the Semyazian Succubi" was finished. Guitar, bass, and vocals are done, as in done composing. Now I just need to get with a drummer and it's ready to record, once I buy my recording hardware, that is. In the meantime, I've got four more songs to write and then Failed Blood Experiment's first EP can happen.
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I don't remember what I was doing when I found this video on YouTube but few bands have made me go "Shut up and take my money!" recently quite as much as this one has. As soon as I get some money I will shut them up and make them take it. I think the last one to get me this excited was Ancient Bards and that was almost a year ago. The whole "beauty-and-the-beast" (a.k.a. "soprano and gravel") has almost become a cliche unto itself, but they way the blackened screams mesh with the female singer's big, brassy voice is really refreshing. It's rare for bands that use this vocal style to actually have the vocals try and work together.

Now I'm sure you might watch this video/story and say, "Hey! He was in full heavy plate armor. Why couldn't they just outrun him?" Well, duh! They can't outrun him because he's like, magic and stuff. He's a magical dark general! That means no matter how fast you run he will always be right behind you. That's what magical dark generals do. Read your Tolkien, people. I've got better things to do than explain this shit.

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It has not been the most awesome couple of weeks overall. Last Wednesday we had to replace the battery in M.'s car. Thankfully the car died in the driveway so it wasn't like we had to rescue it from anywhere. The unexpected expense was not comfortable but whatever, we managed. This week continued the pattern of annoyance though. M. got so sick Monday night we had to take her to the ER. There they deduced that the problems were caused by her existing medical conditions, so they rehydrated her and sent us on our way. All well and good. Except it turned out she really did have a virus. I know because it hit me yesterday. After feeling downright awful all day at work I finally got home and got very acquainted with the bathroom. The rest of the night saw me suffering from fever and very bad chills. But I slept, oh I slept through and through.

This morning I still felt bad enough to miss work. I hate doing that, even if it was just a short four hour shift. Can't really afford to do it and I just feel like a jerk when I do,  but there was no way work was happening. It turned out to be the right choice as I found out rather abruptly at one point that I was not quite done being sick. Gross.

The day is over now and I feel confidant enough to say that I'm better, or at least well enough to go back to work. I'm not looking forward to it even though I then get the weekend off. Today was a dreary, rainy day. Normally I love those, but they're not very kind to you mentally when you're sick.

So yeah, a rough couple of weeks. Hopefully the next couple will follow a different pattern.
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Making the rounds right now is Neil Gaiman's bittersweet story of a brave cat, and one man's attempt to make an animated film of said story. It's awesome, beautiful, and runs the risk of making you cry.

As a study in contrast, I think people should also be aware of what might be the best The Oatmeal comic strip yet. It's no less bittersweet and still something of a tearjerker, but is leavened by The Oatmeal's unique zany humor. And this story is all true. Including the Republic of Cat. Especially that part.

All of this feline heroism is really making me want to reread Tad Williams' Tailchaser's Song. If you haven't read it, it's a high fantasy adventure starring ordinary house cats. Think Watership Down only with cats, and better because cats are awesome and unlike rabbits do not require a mythological justification to elevate their status as nature's butt monkey. There's also this series called Warrior Cats which I keep hearing about but don't know if it's actually any good.

Our giant cat Zephyr keeps ramming into my leg as I write this to remind me that it's near his supper time. This is as it should be.

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Despite living in Kansas City for over a decade now I still had never managed to get out and see a metal concert comprised purely of local bands. Last night I changed that. What made me go was Troglodyte, whom I believe I have mentioned before. I've seen them twice before now, opening for Hate Eternal and Goatwhore and then more recently opening for Skeletonwitch. I think it's safe to say that I am now a fan. Anyway, they wear Bigfoot masks onstage and play technical death metal songs about Bigfoot and they were what drew me out last night to The Riot Room.

Ramblings of a lone concert goer... )


Jan. 2nd, 2013 10:52 pm
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The New Year started a little rocky but I don't look at that as an omen for how the rest of the year is going to go. Rather I just look at it as getting bad stuff out of the way. Long story short, there was car trouble. But it happened at home so nobody was stranded anywhere and we found a good local mechanic in the bargain.

New Year's Eve itself was very enjoyable. We stayed in, drank a lot of alcohol, and watched V/H/S, which is a wonderful horror movie, I don't care what anybody says.

It's been a hectic week with the holidays ending and the unforeseen problems. I'm looking forward to things getting back to normal. I'm also ready for winter to end, as it's gotten very cold and somewhat snowy and stayed that way.

I continue to work on music, but part of my New Year's Resolution is to do more writing, something I have sadly neglected in 2012. But there are stories within me demanding to be completed. It's time for this bard to get serious about his work. All of it.

Happy New Year!
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I think I've said it before, but Christmas when you're a grown-up sure is a lot of work. I don't mean that in a bad way. I'm certainly not griping. It's just that before this year I don't think I really appreciated just how much work it is. M. and I cooked and cleaned non-stop both yesterday and today, just to have a handful of guests over. This is going to be crazy if and when we have kids.

Christmas at our place for the first time was wonderful. Everyone was wonderfully surprised with their gifts and very happy. Thanks to my mom I now have a heavy metal guitarist nutcracker adorning my shelf. Well, I actually think he's more of a punk guitarist nutcracker but that's okay :) I also have new clothes and M. basically got an entire new kitchen. She'll be cooking style from now on, which makes all of us happy. After my parents left we had over a couple that we're friends with and their two young daughters and we had a fun time watching Christmas shows, eating, and talking.

Just... wow. So much work. I feel good and mellow but know if I stop moving I'll fall asleep. I hope everyone else's Christmas turned out to be good too.
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No update since Thanksgiving. I'm losing my touch. Truthfully, I haven't had the slightest interest in blogging lately. In the past even when I've lost the motivation I've never lost the interest. Now all that's changed.

But it's Christmas and I can't let that go unnoticed. Tomorrow will be the first Christmas I can think of where I will be having the family over at our house instead of going to theirs. I've been cleaning the house all day, so before I run out of steam I feel like I should give the holiday its proper due.

I am thankful for my lovely wife who is hosting our gathering and who got me Skyrim and a Blu-Ray of the Star Wars trilogy as early presents. I am proud of her for finishing school and starting a new career. I am VERY thankful that my friend whose daughter was abducted by her mother got her back safe and sound and is spending Christmas with a reunited family. I am blessed by the spiritual growth I feel like I've undergone this year and that I am becoming more comfortable with my religious path which is not quite like that of anyone else I know. I am glad that this year I received an out-of-the-blue job promotion that has boosted my self-esteem and is helping me learn new skills. I am thankful for my rediscovery of my path as a musician and that slowly but surely I am acquiring the equipment I need to pull it off.

May the joy of Jesus' birth and the promise of the returning sun be with you all in the coming year. May times be as good for you all as they have been for me these past few months. Merry Christmas.
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This Thanksgiving I am thankful that I live in America where we have American Christmas. That is to say, we pretty much just buy gifts, get fat, watch sappy movies, and do it all in one tidy package on December 25th where we try to forget there are things like darkness and evil in the world.

Europeans don't have it so lucky. For one thing, your typical European country celebrates Christmas on some weird schedule where they'll actually have "Christmas" like, 17.5 hours before the day itself, and then they'll have it again, like, thirteen days later on the Feast of the Three Kings, or St. John the Baptist's Birthday, or the Feast of St. Cleonice Hildegund who was martyred in 917 A.D. for teaching the heathen Albigensians to eat with a fork. She was burned at the stake but was declared a saint because her body was not consumed by the fire. She still died of smoke inhalation, however, because sainthood is one bitch motherfucker.

But worst of all, in Europe Santa Claus - or Sinter Klause, or Senter Klootz, or Zaander Kluddz, or Krizter Kringlhoopen, or whatever the hell they're calling him depending on where you are - is, for want of a kinder phrasing, a real dick. He's not the playful old fellow in the red stocking hat we Americans know. Oh no. No, you're more likely to find him decked out in bishop regalia so over the top that a real bishop would probably blush at it. And if you are a good child, then on Christmas - or 17.5 hours beforehand, maybe - Saande Nikklusz will reward you with a small, unsweetened, unleavened cake.

Big whoop. But it beats the alternative.

If you are a bad child then Santa turns you over to his assistant, Skulsatan der Rapenmost. This horror from beyond the realms of pure hate has seven eyes, thirteen horns, one foot that is a cloven hoof, and another that is a fire-breathing fish - because fuck you, that's why! He also wears a dress, which would be hilarious if it wasn't made of severed human faces. That are still screaming. Bad children can expect to be skinned alive while having their tongues ripped out by hot pincers... and that's just for starters.Because your body can only take so much, but your soul is his forever.

European Santa is also accompanied by another minion known as Schwarz Peetr - "Black Peter" Black Peter is a time traveler from the future. He is made of metal surrounded by living tissue.

Okay, okay, so I basically just sort of skimmed over a few articles about Christmas in Europe and didn't really read them that close. Is it really worth busting my chops about? Let's enjoy a German Krampus parade!

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I'd like to take some time to talk about my music. For some time now I have been working on my music project called Sabtabiel's Remains with combines elements of thrash, goth, and power metal to tell an apocalyptic Lovecraftian story. Needless to say, it's a lot of work and the going has been slow. Rewarding and exciting, but slow.

Well, what's happening is during the last few days I got a little bit distracted.

I am discovering that I have more musical ideas than Sabtabiel's Remains can contain on its own. Through a chain of events and inspirations that probably is only interesting to me, I decided to start composing some death metal. I will now give anyone who needs to a moment to do a Google or YouTube search to learn exactly what that is and what it sounds like.

Did you do it? Good.

Death metal by its nature tackles really dark, unpleasant, and often gory subjects. This is not as confining as it sounds. In fact, I find myself having a lot of fun thinking about subjects that are not dark and gory at all, but still writing about them in the death metal lyrical style. This isn't as silly as it sounds.

My first experiment is to convey my experience for an artform I deeply enjoy and one which is near and dear to many of my friends: bellydancing. It is interesting so far, creating a tribute to this sensual, feminine artform using what is seen as a violent, hypermasculine medium. I am still composing the music but here are the lyrics for anyone who is interested.

A final note: the title refers to Semyaza, who in Judeo-Christian myth led a band of fallen angels who seduced women and inspired humankind in every form of art and science. This is reimagines the Semyaza legend with feminine angelic figures who seduce and inspire.

All content is copyright to me. Please do not share.

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This Halloween was brought to you by Slayer's "Raining Blood" and "Piece by Piece," Powerwolf's "We Drink Your Blood" and "Night Of The Werewolf", Cradle of Filth's "Lovesick For Mina" and "Cthulu Dawn", The Sword's "Maiden, Mother, and Crone," the entirety of Iced Earth's "Horror Show" album, and by the films Apartment 143, The Corridor, and Paranormal Activity, and by the Number of the Beast... Iron Maiden's "Number of the Beast," that is!
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I created a Tumblr today. Since most of my friends on LJ and Facebook don't share my musical interests I thought it would be a good way to meet some people who do and to share my more focused heavy metal musings. It's where I'll also be chronicling my own journey to create metal music. Interested parties can find it here:

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My last entry was over a month ago. Oy. I apologize for its cryptic, hostile tone. What precipitated it was a run-in with my ex-bandmates: the ones who kicked me out of their band because they found out I was planning to vote for Obama in this year's election. They picked September 11th to start harassing me, spamming my Facebook with their mindless rage and incoherent conspiracy theory ranting about September 11th, and Obama, and a whole bunch of other ugly crap. It left me pretty pissed off and I guess in not much of a talkative mood. On the upside, it gave me the opportunity to confront them over snubbing me at the Iced Earth concert earlier this year. Like the cowards they are, they tried to deny it. Anyway, they're blocked and hopefully out of my life for good.

Over the last several weeks I have worked incredibly hard, both at my day job in the pharmacy and with freelance work when I got home. The result of it was that I was able to purchase something I have been trying to purchase for several years now:

If you're on Facebook you've already seen it, but this is my new B.C. Rich Beast guitar. It replaces the Beast I foolishly and rashly sold several years ago, and which I have regretted selling ever since. This model isn't made anymore so it's meant years of combing E-bay for just the right one to appear at just the right price. It finally did and I couldn't be happier. I need two guitars so I can easily write songs in different tunings so this isn't just a toy. It actually gets me one step closer to fulfilling my musical ambitions. I feel like they are actually happening now and that's a tremendous feeling. Even with all the work I've done, purchasing this instrument actually crunched us up quite a bit financially, but in the long run I think it will have been worth it.

My wife has also started a new job during the time I've been away from LJ, and it stands to be a really good one. Keep us on your thoughts and prayers, that the positive career developments that have befallen both of us this past week will lead us closer to the big things we are both planning for our future.

There's actually a great deal more I could say about this past month, but I think I've touched on the key things enough. To anyone who's still left out there in LJ-land, I have not forgotten you.
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In regard to the previous post, I had a breakthrough tonight. An epiphany if you will. There's one really simple thing that helps me play and play well regardless of physical discomfort.

That thing is anger.
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I am still "in training" in my new job, but I finally got out onto the floor, (or I should say, into the box since it's a pharmacy,) this past Thursday. I'm enjoying it out there but it is all very new and overwhelming. I have very supportive, friendly, and helpful co-workers and that makes a huge difference. Whatever else happens, I can certainly say that I am liking this a lot better than I ever liked my previous position, even if there is a lot of repetetiveness in the duties.

I really like being able to call myself a pharmacy technician. I try not to over-identify too much with my "day job" because that's still all it is as far as I'm concerned. But I'm beginning to understand what a difference having a day job you can be proud of makes.

I have been finding guitar and bass practice less enjoyable these last few days. I now have two complete songs written and I'm working on getting as good as I can at playing them before I begin more writing, but I'm finding a big part of playing heavy metal guitar and bass is physical endurance and that's just not something I have enough of. I mess up frequently while playing, not because I don't know what I'm doing or don't have the skill, but because my wrists and fingers start getting tired and can't manage the resistance of the strings. I do not have weak hands or wrists or anything, but playing like this means getting those parts of your body into shape just like anything else does and it can be slow getting there.

For me, if I skip more than one day practicing all my physical endurance just goes out the window. What I lose in two days can take a week or more to build back up. Of course, with my schedule as it is sometimes I just have to miss more than one day and there's little I can do about it.

I'm happy with where I'm at skill-wise and more than happy writing-wise, but I want more; I want to be better, and I'd feel happier if I was better now, even though I know there's no fast path to get there.

I have some friends going through hard things right now. Everything from painful break-ups to DUI's and it's hard to watch. Next Sunday is the Kreator/Accept concert and I had friends I was looking forward to seeing there whom I now won't be due to stuff that's happened to them the last couple of days. I'm really looking forward to the show, but I'll be there alone, and knowing that people I like aren't there because their lives have gone to hell.

Then again, that might put me in just the mood for the aggressive metal music that will be on display that night.


Sep. 6th, 2012 03:13 pm
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Just trying out this ljapp thingy. Feel free to disregard.

uberreiniger: (hanging masks)
My first week in training as a pharmacy tech left something to be desired. The gist of it is that all the things they needed to send me for (drug test, background check,) they didn't send me for. Although frankly I think it's some serious bullshit that I need a drug test or background check for a company that I already work for, but that's another conversation entirely. Anyway, they sent me for that and it didn't all come back until Thursday. The first four days of last week were me piddling around, doing whatever odd jobs I could find. Thursday the pharmacy manager finally said to hell with it and brought me into the pharmacy to learn the fill station. I feel like I got the hang of it pretty fast. It's fast-pace and exciting and keeps my mind stimulated. This is a good thing because when I'm bored at work my mind wanders, usually into places of depression and anger. The only way to avoid it at work is to stay constantly engaged.

This week my training modules should finally be ready and I can set to training for all the other areas of the pharmacy. It's all still quite new and scary but I feel up to the challenge overall.

A nice perk of all this is the new hours. It meant having Labor Day weekend off, which is something I've rarely gotten to enjoy in my working life. To be honest, I'm not sure I've ever had a three-day weekend on Labor Day while in the state of being gainfully employed. Saturday was mostly spent on the road. I drove down to Wichita, KS to take part in the troupe's performance at an SCA event, then drove back on the same night. Had a minor side adventure blundering into the 'hood in Wichita at night while trying to find a gas station. I eventually got gas at a place that was pretty much held together by duct tape and had enough bulletproof glass in front of the cashier to stop a mortar shell. But after that I got home safely. It was a great day spent with my friends in the troupe even if it was way too hot for my liking out there, especially after being in KC where it had been cool and rainy since Friday.

On Sunday M. and I discovered a great movie theatre only a few blocks from our house. Way cheaper than the one we've been going to, and about five minutes away instead of thirty. We ate lunch at a nearby Chinese buffet that had great sushi and crab legs, then went and saw The Apparition. It was pretty "meh" as far as horrof films go, but I enjoyed it. Plus Tom Felton is entertaining no matter what he does. That night we amused ourselves by solo'ing Karazhan in WoW.

I spent today finishing freelance work. M. thought she had to work but then didn't, so we got an extra day together, which was nice. We tried to finish the Karazhan run but got bogged down on the chess event. Phooey. I was neglectful of practicing this weekend but finally got caught up tonight. It amazes me how sloppy my playing becomes if I skip even just two days. My physical stamina for playing falls right down too. People don't understand how athletic music actually is.

I should already be in bed. If those modules are ready tomorrow I'm going to be falling asleep in them. But it was a good weekend and I figured if I didn't talk about it now I probably never would.
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Stuff keeps piling up and I just keep not updating about it. Time to change that!

I did wind up going to the Skid Row concert and I am very, very glad that we did. I had no idea what to expect from some bar I'd never heard of called Knuckleheads, but it turned out to be one helacious place and one of the best live concert venues I've ever been in. It's a biker bar down by the railroad tracks, but it is also one kickass place. Their concert area is outside, with a large stage and extra seating built over the roof of the main building, creating the feeling of being in a much larger concert space than you actually are. It's amazing and the beer was pretty damn good.

The opening band was a local act called Federation Of Horsepower. I'd never heard of them but apparently they've got quite the following. I believe their Facebook page describes their sound as something like Molly Hatchet meets Motorhead and I'd say that's pretty accurate. I really liked what I heard and hope to see them again. The second act was an all-female punk band called 11After. They played a very energetic and incredibly raunchy show. Let's just say the lead singer was willing to be affectionate toward any audience member who wandered too close. But above all, they were fun and very, very talented. We bought one of their CD's and I hope we're lucky enough to have them come through KC again someday.

Finally, there was Skid Row... And let me tell you, this is no 80's band just barely hanging on, well past their prime. No, these men are in their prime right now. I see a lot of great bands, but these guys just tore the stage to hell and back with their energy and passion. M. and I were fortunate enough to be down in front of the stage, literally at the feet of guitarist Scotti Hill. Hill really likes to interract with the audience, getting down to mug for the cell phone cameras whenever he can. This in no way diminished his ability to perform ripping solos, I must add.

In case anyone didn't know, original vocalist Sebastian Bach is no longer in the band and hasn't been for over a decade. In my opinion, however, current vocalist Johnny Solinger blows Bach away. The band mostly played material from their first two albums and I thought Solinger outclassed Bach's recorded versions in every way. Between songs, Solinger and other band members would stop to express their heartfelt thanks to fans for sticking with the band throughout all the years. By the time the concert ended I really did feel like I had spent an evening with old, cherished friends. I've waited 23 years to see Skid Row live and it was well worth the wait.

The next big bit of business in my life actually sees me cutting this entry short and getting ready for bed. If you missed the announcement on Facebook, I am moving out of my department at work and becoming a pharmacy technician. This means a decent raise and the opportunity to learn a whole new skill set; one that could open doors for me. This opportunity came upon me quite out of the blue, with the pharmacy manager basically walking up to me and interviewing me on the spot. Perhaps the lack of prep time worked in my favor because I aced the interview. Next thing I know I'm signing paperwork and going off to get fingerprinted.

Tomorrow will be my first day in my new role. It will all be training but I'm very excited about this whole situation. To put it simply, I have desperately needed to find some way to broaden my future prospects and have been at a complete loss how to go about doing it. This promotion isn't going to solve all of my problems, but it is a serious start.
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I'm meaning to make a proper update detailing the awesome Skid Row concert and all the exciting happenings going on at my job, but someone posted this today and I just had to share it. Play along at home!


You Will Need:
1 D10
This list
A little imagination

Roll the D10 four times. Write down the words that correspond to each number. Then come up with a 1-paragraph synopsis of your movie's plot!

0) Attack of the
1) Revenge of the
2) Terror of the
3) Curse of the
4) Earth Versus the
5) Lair of the
6) Castle of the
7) The Amazing
8) Brides of the
9) Island of the

0) Slime
1) Devil
2) 50-Foot
3) Teenage
4) Swamp
5) Vampire
6) Wolf
7) Atomic
8) Bloodsucking
9) Crawling

0) Creatures
1) Monsters
2) Women
3) People
4) Zombies
5) Things
6) Spiders
7) Beasts
8) Apes
9) Brains

0) from Hell
1) from Outer Space
2) from Mars
3) from the Centre of the Earth
4) from 20,000 Fathoms
5) from the Year 5000
6) from the Lost World
7) that Wouldn't Die
8) from Beyond the Grave
9) from the Mummy's Tomb


When all communication ceases from the mountain laboratory of Atomic Defense Scientist John Kinsey Waters, U.S. Major Edwood Manharter is sent to investigate. With the unexpected aid of buxom investigative journalist Ethel Leckenrod, the major discovers the reason for the doctor's disappearance: a nightmare portal into the YEAR 5,000! In a world of ATOMIC RADIATION EXTINCTION HOLOCAUST the last humans sleep eternally in the dead city of Klamma Dea. But as Dr. Waters' experiments arouse the sleeping Amazons, the crawling zombies rampage for the thing they have been so long denied: man-flesh!



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