~Late blog filler

Hi! I forgot to finish writing the post I intended for tomorrow, and I forgot that I had nothing finished in time. Please allow this post as filler.

I have had a busy couple of weeks. I started reading and re-writing parts of my next book. Hopefully, I will have the fix done in the next couple of days.

I also got a new air cushion for my wheelchair! The basic layout of my seat is four air chambers all with thin wall between them. My last seat had a hole (or something) in the back-right section. They are notorious of falling apart after two years, so I was not surprised. It is kind of strange, I can go days without having to fill it again! How will I ever get my exercise now?!

My mother-in-law is not doing well. I really hope that I do not have to wish her a peaceful rest in the near future. My wife is very stressed, but is handling the situation with incredible grace. I do not envy her position, and I wish her entire family my condolences in this difficult time.

On the obsessive music front: I remembered that I had the Juno soundtrack! I am actually embarrassed how long it has been since I listed to any of these songs. I you know the soundtrack, you are already well aware of how interesting it is. I will not say it is horribly diverse, all of the songs follow a theme, but I will point out how it scratches an itch. It is rare that you can find an album where all the songs share a mood. It is even more rare that you can find a compilation where ever song on a soundtrack scratches the itch for different, yet mature, sounding music.

Or, I am horribly wrong.

YAY!

Oh! Please consider donating to my Patreon. It can be as cheap, or as expensive, as you wish! I am tossing around reading You’re Not Dead on YouTube as a collection of videos. Let me know if you would be interested in that.

-end of rambling-

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How to define amazing.

Hi! Happy New Year! I hope that this year sucks less!

That’s right! My first post of 2018 is going to be about music! I feel like it has been a long time

I found myself deep in contemplation about what makes an album “the best” in my mind. Was it that every song is fantastic? Is it just that I really enjoy the feeling that the album leaves me? Is it repetition? Timing? Singles? Not the singles?

As I write this, I am listening to Mudvayne. Specifically, the end of all things to come. I love this album, and have since its release back in 2002. 16 years of pleasure? One would be forgiven in believing that it is a favourite. Not one song is of lesser quality, minus the last song, and the tone is the brilliant oppressive feel that I look for in so many things. The lyrics, which I usually do not pay any head, are fantastic. I can confidently say that it does not even enter into the top five.

Of course, surprise to no one, Cursive’s Domestica and Bibio’s Ambivilance Avenue will always hold the top two spots. I really cannot choose which of those two win the battle.

Why those two? They both speak to me on both an artistic level and a personal level. Both albums forgo traditional focus in their own ways. Cursive in its deconstruction and self-depreciation. Bibio in its adaption and twist on contemporary and modern music.

Now, why do those albums win above something like Melody’s Echo Chamber? You see, an argument could be made that this versus Bibio would expose how a whole genre similarity and demonstrate how different artist could tamper with music tropes to create something different but similar but fantastically unique. My arguments over why Bibio is fantastic could be applied to why Melody’s Echo Chamber (2012) is better in someways. In fact, it would be hard to have one without the other.

I believe the difference comes down to a lack of disappointment, but in a very strange way. Bibio released, following Ambivilace Avenue, what I consider to be two of the worst albums. They had a lot to live up to, granted, but they fell flat in every respect. I have only heard the first release of Melody’s Echo Chamber. Melody Prichard has an album coming up this year, and we will see if Bibio gets dethroned, but the lack of releases makes me forget about this album. I look at my list of Bibio currently, and remember how far he has fallen. I realize that is a strange way to quantify my love for AA (I am sick of my computer saying that I spelt everything wrong, so AA it is) but that is the way I do it.

Cursive’s Domestica is much clearer why I love. Yes, Sparta’s Wiretap Scars is very similar in the feel. That album is also very close to being in this internal debate. What it lacks is the honesty and the brutal self-actualization that Cursive brings. One listen to Radiator Hums and you will understand what I am talking about.

Although, I will concede to Wiretap Scars having the best ending of any album ever.

Well! That was a much needed ramble! This debate had been going on in my mind, so I though that I would write this without any planning or debating. I hope you enjoyed my recap for 2017 (AKA: the worst year I have lived in my life so far). I have an idea to talk about winterizing wheelchairs for this, the season to stay inside with coffee. I hope that I can string that together and get it to you by next week.

Also, I am financially fucked. Please consider donating to my Patreon to help me keep this site open for another year, I would really appreciate it. Remember, just $2 and I will post about how we have met, OR, I will post a story about dragons. Really, it is up to you, but I thank you for reading this far regardless.

2017

So long, you fucking year. I have had enough of you, and I have never had such ill will towards a year. Even the almost-year I spent in hospital was better than this one, on a political level.

I got married: that was the ONLY good part. Calling it a good part seems like a mild understatement.

So, yes: some of you know that I have been working on my next book. I am pretty sure I mentioned it somewhere in here (here being on this site) and it is going very well. I feel like I am getting close to the end of the first draft, though I am aware that I need to make a few tweeks and additions here and there. Some people have been fantastic enough to read it over and give me opinions. The overall verdict seems to be positive. Either that, or people are just afraid to say ‘give up and get a real job, cripple!’

Overall, I have put about 100 hours into writing so far. I have found old ideas buried deep on my hard drive that I am planning to flush out for the one after. That’s right: I am already planning the book after. Deal with it.

The one thing I am nervous about is my transitions in this new work are harsh, but they are meant to be. I like the sudden change in tone that I have achieved thus far, but I am afraid that, without explanation, it will be too jarring for readers. With that said, the few people that have read it over so far do not complain about that. I am being reminded over and over again that my spelling and grammar could be better. I think I speel well enough, but its hards to edits your own werk.

<insert crowd laughter here>

Other good things that happened this year include: me hitting 100 sales of You’re Not Dead (I really did not think that would happen) and the ten years since my last All Cut Up album came out. I feel that it is the most complicated recording I have made. (over the years, I have seen to have lost the album art. Anyone, for some reason, have it?)

So, let’s recap the good. Got Married, my first album reached the level of being retro, and I did better than I planned and independently selling my first book.

Now, the shitty things.

My best friend (Hank the cat) fell to his death in June.
I wound up in hospital on two occasions following two devastating seizures, the result of which was me being diagnosed as epileptic.
I hit rock-bottom financially and will have to declare bankruptcy in the new year.
Though not bad, music this year did not excite me like it did the year prior.
Willow (my new cat) climbs and destroys everything, thus Christmas will be without a tree this year if my wife and I cannot figure something out (I am writing this on the 19th and, therefore, do not know what is coming up for the season).

There are many more shit things, but even writing this is depressing the fuck out of me. I will schedule this for the last day of this year.

On the music note, I did not even pick up 10 albums that came out this year to make a top 10. I do not even have a 25 most listened to on iTunes because I played the same few songs over and over, and always listened to the whole album. (My list goes Braid, Braid, Braid, Cursive, Cursive, Gorillaz, Braid…)

OH YEAH! I started my Patreon back up recently. Please consider donating something. Also, I noticed that I have offered writing a story about combating dragons for donators who give $2 or more. I have not decided if that will be fighting against dragons, or dragons who fight. Write me and leave an idea of which direction I should go.

PATREON SUPPORTER TALE :: Katrina (or “Kat”)

Kat is a good friend of mine with a strange story that I am both unsure how to tell, and excited to share with the world.

She is from Northern Ireland. She came with her family to stay a few days in Hamilton and stayed at my residence (which was a hotel at the time). I am a bit fuzzy on why we started talking, but regardless: her and I spent hours outside talking about things. Mostly, the pains of being in a wheelchair.

She was also afflicted with something that put her in a chair most of the time. We would spend hours outside in the hot summer sun discussing various topics. Her family and I did not see eye-to-eye on the notorious “Brexit” that was going on at the time, but we never had any bad blood between us.

Over the time we spent together, we spent hours delving into stories of our pasts and killing time laughing at the ridiculous things that happened around us.

Since her departure back to the across the pond, we have kept in contact via the internet. We vent and express issues that we have in our day-to-days and keep each other entertained with the various things we have been spending our time on. She keeps me sane, most of the time, and I hope that I do the same for her. She has sent my wife and I a few things over the last year, and was one of the first to congratulate us on our wedding.


I have been doing thinking about how to go about offering things on Patreon since I opened it back up. I like doing these retrospectives on those I know, but have been dreading the idea of doing the story about dragons for the last little bit, in the event they ever happen. I think I will do chapters. Each chapter will be of equal length, and they will each contain the same level of epic-ness. I refuse to start writing them ahead of time, so even I will be heavily entertained by them when they happen. I hope you like them when they finally happen.

 

~something worth mentioning

I revived my old Patreon page. It would be nice to make more than $1 CDN to write this thing on a mostly-weekly basis. If you feel like throwing a little something-something my way, please use the link up above or right here in the text of this update.

For those of you who remember, I used to link it in everything I wrote. You do not have to worry: I will not be doing that again.

Regardless if my monthly goals are met, I will continue to do this blog.

Tomorrow is important

Maybe just to me, but I consider tomorrow to be one of the most important days in my short life. I will explain more in a quick update tomorrow.

I will state, however, that the new book is going very well. I am doing some editing, then I will be publishing it. If all continues at the rate it has been going, look for a release before the new year.