The Dream Part Two

I have decided to can the vocals and just go for an instrumental (in the story sence)

As the world began to come alive with color and strange beings inspired by who knows what, I began to wonder why I was not scared. I began to feel more and more at home among the chaos. in a truly psycotic way, it was a beautiful land, trees with hearts, grass that seemed to resemble hair.

 I began to revel in this until I saw something, a circle of dancers with an empty drum set. At first all I noticed were the dancers, they were hollow beings, not the fantastic creatures I described earlier, these... things, they had no eyes, no teeth or lips, they were famished, unmoving, but all of a sudden I knew what it was I was meant to do. I walked over to the set and sat down, it had already been fit to my liking, two crash cymbals, a splash cymbal, ryde, two toms, etc.

As I sat down, the broken, bent figures began to straighten up, though they maintained their colorless husk like state.

Once they were fully straightened, I found a slow but strong beat in my head and started off light, not even hitting the center of the snare, just the rim, there was almost no sound. As I did this, the dancers began to move, awkwardly at first but they soon found the beat. I began to slowly increasing the volume as well as the complexity of the rather plain drum line. I found as i picked up, so did the dancers, though they still lacked the spirit of their true calling.

 I continued my climb in complexity, adding a few twists and turns here and there. As I did, I found that the dancers were regaining their color, they began to fill in, gradually still. It was when I broke into an eight beat fill to switch over to the ride cymbal, which had a more rich sound than the tinny hi hat, that things changed, for as i hit the crash, they seemed to explode in color, soon eyes appeared, and they began to flow like water rather than programmed machines. It was beautiful, an it seemed to last for centuries, but then my alarm went off, time for school.

The dream part 1

"Hey Sandy!" I shouted
"Hey Thomas, whats up?"
"Not much, though I must ask you, have you ever had a dream had The Butthole Surfers as a... sound track if you would call it that?"
"Can't say I have, why do you ask, are you about to tell me one of your stories?" Her eyes glittered, she loved it when I told her stories, and I loved telling stories,
"maybe..." I replied sarcastically,
"well, if your not going to I guess I can just go..." She said with a wicked grin,
"mmmmhmmm, well anyways, yesterday I decided to go to bed listening to the Butthole surfers, a very weird, drug inspired band..."
"I know who they are!"
Ignoring her I continued, "and when I dozed off, at some point, from the darkest depths of my mind came an epic disasterpiece, only to be made worse by the sometimes incomprehensible music seeping into my sleeping mind from the outside world. The spawn of such a combination is almost too much for words. when I first arrived in the nonexistant realm created by the most wretched and evil part of my mind, the first thing I noticed was that the song 'Comb,' one of the oddest songs by the Buttholes, was playing eerily over the desolate gray landscape. Though as the song progressed the new world exploded in color and weird screwed up animations of such unimaginable horror. There were men with two heads with eyes made of teeth and teeth made of eyes, their fingers were hypodermic needles, and their necks were made of accordions."
"That does sound like something you would come up with,"
she laughed, "so what happened next?
I smiled wickedly, "I'm gonna make you wait to find out."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Family Annoys the hell out of musicians hard at work

To be a musician, one must be able to express themselves and be able to work on music whenever they are inspired. I consider myself a musician, even though I am not yet out of highschool. It is very annoying when school or a parent get in the way of music, in fact it pisses me off. One example I vividly remember was the week after the midyears my Junior year, my band The Velvet Vixen Ninja Team, had some demos they wanted me to come up with a bass line for. That day also happened to be one of the many days my father was annoyed about something, and while I was taking a small break from homework to work on the song he decided to come in. The first thing he said is something I would wrather not repeat, he stormed over yelling about how I should not take breaks, that he didn't care what my teachers recommend that I do, 'this was his house with his rules!' Well 'your' rules piss me off... sorry I got a bit off topic, anyways, he decided to erase what I had done on the song, and he continued to yell for quite some while afterward. call me crazy but in my opinion it's hard to be a musician when your prohibited from making music because of a stupid thing like that, I had only taken a 5 minute break after all.