burn down the house! burn down the street!

I was rehearsing last night with my band, playing this slow funk groove. It calls for a little bit of improvising every 8 or 16 bars, and listening to what was coming out of me, I realize I'd subconsciously (and finally) internalized some of the things Squarepusher does when he plays the drums (or chops up recordings of himself playing the drums; it's hard to tell). I was referencing tracks like Iambic 9, or the stuff on Budakhan Mindphone. And I remember playing this same style on the metal tunes I recorded over the last two weekends. This made me very happy!

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I got a job today to overhaul the most horrendous order form I've ever seen. It's terrible. I don't even know how to quote for it.

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Discussing meeting that I chose not to attend. A manager had personally shopped a graphic to be used on the website.

coworker: Then [manager] said, "Even Van Gogh had his work criticized, and look at him, he killed himself!"

opts: ... He said that?

coworker: Yeah.

opts: Sometimes I wish I could curse in Latin.

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I finished one of my three projects last friday. One weight's been taken off my chest.

I crashed at the office and tried to do some work on the remaining two on saturday morning, but failed. I was just too burnt out. I went to a rehearsal later that day and instead of going back to work, stayed in the studio and drank with my buddies till 2am. We only had a little food, but we had lots of rum. Good enough. We talked music, corporate politics, politics politics, and traded war stories. It felt good. Another weight was lifted off my chest. I slept at home last night, and stayed in bed till past noon. When I woke up, the back of my neck had stopped aching.

I still have two projects to go, and am getting back to them now. Going to be a long week.

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Wish I could take credit for this eerily appropriate mangling of a movie quote, but I can't.

McCain: "I invented the piano key necktie! What've you done, Barack? Nothing! Nothiiiiiiiing! *shrilly*"

- my coworker Borj

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New Squarepusher album!

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I've been a little optimistic about times and dates and schedules. I'm managing, but I don't have enough of me left. I'm asking for more.

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Boys and girls, we're opening for Defiled and Hydrophobia tomorrow night at the Center for Arts on Timog. Show's on promptly at 7pm, and we're playing first.






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About fifteen years ago, I would sometimes see this girl I liked a little bit at gigs. We were never formally introduced back then but if we had been, our conversations probably would've sounded something like,

   "You guys play Troops of Doom _way_ fast!"

   "Do your parents complain when you practice double bass?"

   "I fucking hate the kits at basketball court gigs."

   "Wow! Is that an A Custom? How much'd you score that for?"

   "You saw when they poured water on that dude with the one-foot high mohawk at the gig in Bangkal?"

Right. So a few minutes ago, we were just texting.

   "The $ treating you well?"

   "Nope, the crisis isn't going to be good for us. My biggest act is a publicly-traded company and they cancelled all my devts next year. If their economy doesn't improve, yari ako!"

   "Yeah, good thing we've got work coming in from Sing and Oz. And local stuff. We're not dependent on the guy in Chicago."

   "Yeah, best to have stuff from elsewhere. I lost my French and UK clients though :( But hey, we're camping out in Bulacan next week. Taking the kids along. You wanna come? There are snakes there!"

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Mike Villar for the Philippine Blog Awards Bloggers Choice Award (PBABCA), cause I've a bunch of brain cells dead because of him (BOBCDBOH)!

Conversation in the parking lot after rehearsal yesterday.

mikah: Oks ang plaka ng auto mo dude. CGK: College Girl Killer.

all: hahahahaha!

don: E yung sa akin, WSH: Walang Seksing Hinihindian!

all: hahahahaha!

lloyd: E yung sa yo, ano?

mikah: Umm ... teka, la kong maisip ...

lloyd: TRV: Titi Rising to Victory!

all: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

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