Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08:
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Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08:
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
Posted by: . on 03-28-08:
right, well i guess expecting that drastic of a process acceleration isn't rational is it. *shrug* well if it makes any difference,I myself as Steve,am NOT a wound up nature show host or school shooter or some random person who cant manage to get off their ass without external encouragement or anyone else I killed who's name was Steve.THAT Steve is DEAD in the final context of the word and no one in their RIGHT MIND cares, to continue identifying with him as a living being.This is ludicrous.
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Penisgeek Chrestomathy: The Essential Cubicle Nosepicker
Jeff Till
TASM Lab
P.O. Box 425351
Kendall Square
Cambridge, MA 02142
Reven RaValle
Director, Customer Experience Management
PwC
Boston, MA
July 16, 1998
Dear Reve,
I regret to inform you that I have to voluntarily terminate my employment with P W C effective immediately.
I have enjoyed working with you and your team over the last five years, but feel it is time that I changed my direction. Additionally, I am unable to support the rigorous travel schedule that my position at PwC requires. I wish you all the success you and your team deserve.
With some of my new-found free time I am going to pursuit my hobby of writing music. My new CD, entitled ÒPenisgeek Chrestomathy: The Essential Cubicle NosepickerÓ, is a 54 minute concept album about dreading work, leaving love and running to the sea. I'll be sure to send you a copy when it is completed.
I only bring it up because I'm sure you will listen to it and then wonder why I felt so terrible during my stay at PwC. Let me reassure you, I'm a creative artist who makes up stories. This is merely a piece of fiction. My last CD, ÒThing & NothingÓ, was about the murder of an imaginary computer salesman and virtual sex. I certainly didn't live through that. ÒPenisgeekÓ is about a young man named ÒDickÓ who has a problem going to work and being an adult. Not me. The similarities in character, atmosphere, occupation, environment and situation are just components I leveraged to give the piece a sense of reality.
I think this is further evidenced by my devotion to my wife, Jen. Jen and I are very happy together. I never ran to the sea and there was never a fight.
At any rate, I hope you can enjoy the music for what it is. I think Dick's outlook may be quite common. He's in his early thirties, so he's been able to move up the food chain a bit and really sustain a significant level of professional stature. The problem is when he realizes that although he's on a very positive path that many would envy, it may not be what he actually wants. On top of that, he yearns for the days when there wasn't quite so much responsibility.
Ruby seems to confound this sense. She seems perfectly content on the path the two are taking, which she probably assumes is marriage and a family. Dick may very well view Ruby's actions, although loving and supportive, cementing him into the path he's already unsure of. At the end of Dick's bender, Dick and Ruby have a fight, which is enough to send Dick on his way out the door. It gives him an excuse to leave Ruby, which he may or may not have wanted to do, but moreover it gives him reason to quit his job and, ultimately, adulthood.
I think that's what Dick is all about in ÒPenisgeekÓ, about quitting adulthood. Again, I didn't do this myself, nor is my resignation from big 5 consulting proof of this. I'm actually going to be a consultant somewhere else. Same stuff, just an easier workload and a better travel schedule.
Ruby, on the other hand, has no idea what she's going to do. She felt as if she behaved in a reasonable manner. She may have been insensitive to Dick's feelings. Then, Dick was grossly insensitive to hers. After Dick leaves, I think Ruby is more confused than anything. But her key difference from Dick is that she knows she can pull through in the environment she's in, whereas Dick has to flee. Ruby is the stronger of the two. The song ÒGrain of Deity in WomanÓ best evidences this. By the way, I didn't make up that title. I read it somewhere. I can't seem to find it's source anywhere, but I know I read it somewhere. Same goes for the title ÒAmerica's LearÓ.
On that point, there's a couple of other pieces which weren't sheer Till fabrication. Sam Shepherd wrote a famous play entitled ÒBuried ChildÓ, where I no doubt remembered when writing ÒThe Dreams of Buried ChildrenÓ. ÒEverything Seems ClearÓ is an advanced version of a song I wrote and played in Overman, way back in 1990 (I actually wrote it two years before then). ÒShe Made a SimileÓ was originally entitled ÒShe made an AnalogyÓ, but Brent Oberlin (the salesman) quickly unearthed that I was indeed speaking about a simile. Then he called me a ÒdummyÓ.
The story in the lyrics about ÒMom's Favorite BumÓ are somewhat true. There is a bum that sits across the street from my house in a bus stop with a blanket over her head. The blanket did indeed come from my family. We used to use it in our television room growing up. Now it sits on some old bum's head. Bully for her. My mom's favorite bum is actually this lady in Harvard Square who's really fat, yet holds a sign bitching about how hungry she is. My mother always feels sorry and gives her a twenty. I always thought that if she were so damn hungry then maybe she'd be a bit more trim. I'm not quite as sensitive as my mother is.
On the lyric sheet, ÒMom's Favorite BumÓ has a second title: ÒThe Price of MoneyÓ. If I were to pick an emotional or ÒphilosophicalÓ attachment to this music, it would have to be here. At some point it became apparent what tremendous weight I had given to the metric of ÒmoneyÓ. It seemed to come down to sacrificing things that were meaningful in my life, such as seeing my wife, being able to play music, paint pictures and get drunk with my friends, for the sake ø or in my case Òthe hopeÓ, of being able to generate huge amounts of cash. As soon as I dissected the drive for cash, I began to wonder what the cash was for. The obvious conclusion is that the cash is to enable me to do the things I want to do. These are things like see my wife, play music, paint pictures, etc., Now, coming full circle, I realize that in my case the Òprice of moneyÓ was the ÒmoneyÓ itself. If you get my drift.
Not that I'm on some righteous hippie crusade against our modern economic structure. I'm still going to work now. I just get a little more of taste of the things that are important to me. I'm getting more money, too. Ain't that a kick in the balls?
The last song ÒBeautiful Like MeÓ has melody fragments I ripped from Danny Elfman's soundtrack to ÒEdward ScissorhandsÓ. I don't think it's a big deal, because they're fairly common patterns. Actually, the majority of the music is written using fairly common, simple patterns. On top of this, each song was written in major key and only a handful of unnaturals pop up through the record. This is much different than ÒThing & NothingÓ which had a significant amount of minor keys and dissonance.
Another key musical difference between ÒThing and NothingÓ and ÒPenisgeekÓ is that ÒThing'sÓ structure was built from the story, with reappearing themes and music that surrounded the text and ÒPenisgeekÓ seems to be more of collection of songs. This is because I wrote ÒPenisgeekÓ from the bottoms up, writing songs as they came and then later trying to string them together into a story.
I originally choose to use piano as the sole instrumentation and only use one voice. This discipline, I imagined, would force me to concentrate on the melodies over the arrangements. I believe it worked, in general, and I was able to carry the discipline through when extra voices and instruments were finally added. Another reason piano was the primary instrumentation was because of the piece's sad and adult subject matter. Again, to reinforce Dick's journey into adulthood vs his longing for his more ÒrockÓ college days.
Natalie Beversluis played the violin parts which I had originally written on the keyboard. Colin's guitar parts were developed independently by Colin in Chicago, where he and I would share MIDI files over the email. Brent recorded his bass lines remotely, needing neither instruction nor input. Natalie was fortunate to come on the first day of recording before everyone was fucked up all the time. At that point only Jared was fucked up and Mike and I were just on our way. Over the course of the one week recording period, TASM performers consumed over 12 cases of Labatt's Blue (approximately 280 cans). That's one great thing about recording at Mike Roche's studio is that you can drink all that beer and still get stuff done.
Another great reason to record at Broadside is because Mike is such a tuned and acute producer. Mike genuinely contributes as an artist as opposed to merely a technician. It should be noted that Mike's good guy, you know, if you like him.
Of the 280 cans of Labatt's Blue that were consumed, over 50% were consumed by David Grant, who played Dick. Dave can really drink some beer. This was my first time doing anything with Dave. I had been looking forward to this since Overman had played with his band Rollinghead at Kcolleges' Kclub back in '90. Dave came to the studio moderately prepared and very eager to sing on ÒPenisgeekÓ. His wife is nice, too. During the recording, we all suffered a power outage due to the extreme heat. Then we all sat around and got wasted on wine and beer and sweated like pigs. It ruled.
Dave, who has no academic understanding of musical concepts such as ÒpitchÓ or ÒrhythmÓ, is enormously adept at wrenching every last bit of emotion out of each and every note he plays. You may be able to hear a transformation in his voice from some of the earlier songs, such as ÒDreamsÓ and ÒClearÓ, to when he really lets in rip like in ÒBlack Cloud Over CharlestownÓ. I feel this transformation helps the development of the story and the surrounding mood.
Charles Bradford came down one day to help with some of the male chorus parts. Chuck nailed his quick. Jared, who was feeling ill at the time, was required to fulfill his line over the telephone. This is Jared's second recorded telephone performance, his first being on Thought Industry's ÒRecruited to do good deeds for the devilÓ. Brent finished his part without even taking off his coat. Craig Verity nailed his part in his first take. Craig only had to say Òhow?Ó, and he may have had an unfair advantage because of his experience asking questions in other TASM Lab-related performances.
Michelle blew me away. The first time I worked with her, in ÒThing & NothingÓ, she came studied, professional and efficient. On ÒPenisgeekÓ, she took the initiative to reconstruct major portions of the melody and phrasing based on how she believed Ruby would have sang it. The results were far superior to the middling melodies I had written, and in some ways are the highlights of the record. Michelle and I should think about collaborating earlier in the process some time in the future.
Although I am a marketing consultant now by profession, I'm not going to execute a substantial marketing effort for ÒPenisgeekÓ. Most promotion will be over the Internet, a few mailings to radio stations and that will be about it. I find that my happiness is better served right now by sharing this with friends, other artists, and the few, stray souls who happen to discover it. So, chances are that I'm not going to be making money hand over fist on ÒPenisgeekÓ. Chances are, I'll stay a marketing consultant for a while.
Chances are, I'll be the essential cubicle nosepicker. Except now I have my own office. I'll be the quintessential office butt-scratcher. Or something like that.
Take care. Give my love to Mary and your daughter.
Warm regards,
Jeff Till
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Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08
You're Welcome
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Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
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Posted by: . on 03-28-08
right, well i guess expecting that drastic of a process acceleration isn't rational is it. *shrug* well if it makes any difference,I myself as Steve,am NOT a wound up nature show host or school shooter or some random person who cant manage to get off their ass without external encouragement or anyone else I killed who's name was Steve.THAT Steve is DEAD in the final context of the word and no one in their RIGHT MIND cares, to continue identifying with him as a living being.This is ludicrous.
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Posted by: seventh cloners cloners clone's clone of a seventh cloners cloners clone's clone's clone on 03-19-08
everything is enchanted. enchantment is the more melodic synonym of entropic gravity touching closer to its etheric nature as you see it takes the cemetary out of the song in essence linguistically. take, for example, my radio. it's an inexpensive cd player and am/fm model with no tape player and no clock- i had the option to let my mom get me a pricier model because it was a birthday gift but the other model was unaesthetic. the brand name printed on it demanded attention. this little guy doesn't ask me to look at it. after my mom bought it for me i gave it back then bought it off her, which sounds like nonsense maybe but thats what i had to do for it to be mine. now its in my aparment sitting on the microwave, plugged into the wall (the radio is, not the microwave), but i never use it, nor do i intend to. i never turn it on. i don't own any cds and i'm not interested in the radio stations. it's just important, for some reason, that that thing is there. it's existence and presence in my apartment in and of itself is the manifested expression of the radio station i'm listening to, the radio, at least that part of it that is there merely to act as a mental reference point to the radio, to itself, to the essence of the here and now that is the true raw nature of time as it would otherwise be forgotten in the false context of memory. there is no music that is richer than this. there is no signal stronger than silence as all sound is contained within it. everything is enchanted by silence. the strength of an existences enchantment is measured by the strength of its silence. this is true for all of existence including within the context of music as expressed in the wake of silence.
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Posted by: i agree on 03-17-08
revel is a coward on an ego trip. no argument there at all. i am you as you are he and you are me and we are all NOT -that- guy revel.
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Posted by: . on 03-17-08
there's obviously a direct connection between time travel and the dimensions. when a person time travels the first thing that happens is that they effectively erase their original timeline, so there has to be somewhere for te traveller to be wen their originating timeline is gone, and that is the dimensions/dimensional existance, which is the same as the place refered to as the other side, which is accessable by degree of indisposal to physicality, of course. it i by order of the cessation of interest in the expression of the local timeline that the traveller is imparted visibility within this field, and this process may be expressed in varying degrees of speed. the traveller for example may wish to sift bulk from their observed expression or to purge it, perhaps in haste, which would lengthen the process, as more bulk would then be created while attempting to escape entropic gravity which no one can do on the other side or on this one.
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Posted by: Emmanuel Teijeiro. Original creator of homestarrunner.com on 02-11-08
so i was like "i sure am the original creator of homestarrunner.com and i don't give a fuck who your two brothers think they are". and that was that.
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Posted by: frog on 02-08-08
in response to "black lentil"'s prattle about sporky:
dude, how are you going to say that it's SAD that a kid named after a plastic fork and spoon combination i ate parfaits from kentucky fried chicken with when i was the same age he was when we were both on the farm does better growing up in the mainstream, using a username that's just a ripoff of kira's, and an incoherent one at that, and expect to be taken seriously? i mean, by anyone intelligent, obviously you succeeded in shutting down the thread and making a spectacle of hipforums moderatorship, but that's beside the point. or is it. heh. nevermind. good job genius.
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Posted by: post regarding revel's ego trip in zendik forums on 01-28-08
Revel: (clears throat) Everyone (in the context of this dicussion) IS Arol, and everyone else here for that matter. You ARE a weak masochistic conceited bitch, and a failure at life. I AM intelligent and confident enough not to bother wasting my time either advising or commanding you to "get some class" as I DO recognize the boundary between my responsibility and yours, and that IS the reality you have to face every day of your life, waking or sleeping. I AM the winner of that and any other existing argument for that matter, and I AM at this moment as these words are spoken, a better zendik than you, a better man than you, and a better person than you, BECAUSE my response to life is YES, to knowing that the one bearing the devils advocate excuse is the fool, the martyr, the retard, and the loser, being yourself, in that matter, of course. Cheers (to me). Blan.
Frog
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Posted by: whats wrong with my name on 01-25-08
god IS us, and wether or not i care about you doesn't need to be ADVERTISED. this dilema is the foundation of the zendik cult, which is founded and led psychically by me simply because i bear that name, and am conscious of it's fallacy, and THAT's what's behind zendik. That's the whole thing.
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