After a week of sobriety, what I’ve learn so far is that it’s pretty goddamned awful.
It’s not that I’m just an addict bitching about not being allowed my preferred vice, but that’s pretty much what it is. But if I were to attempt to descriptively construct a less pitiful account, it might go something like this.
The first annoyance is that there’s simply a fucking rule that says, “You fucking can’t.” And the fact that it’s a self-imposed rule doesn’t make it any more tolerable. Quite the opposite if you really want to know. If you’re not the one who made the rule, then you can just apply “the whole of the law” and do what you want. But when you’re the idiot who decided to put said guideline in place, by choosing to ignore it you become both a liar and a little bitch. Luckily for me, life has afforded me many opportunities over the years to develop the patience of a Buddhist monk, and I’ve got pride in spades. Both my honesty and man cards are safe.
Still, the mantra of “You chose this” remains a constant undercurrent, restlessly flowing beneath the calm surface I’m attempting to maintain. Ever reminding me that in 22 days, we won’t be doing this again. At least not for a good long while.
The second bit of truth you discover is that inebriates aren’t the problem (if you have one). The problem is all your own bullshit. All the stuff you normally just shove down and then act like you have some answers. “We’re not dealing with that today. I’ve got shit to do.” You’re able to ignore it all most of the time through bacchanalian exploits, which when taken away force you to sit in the room with it all while the two of you stare at each other, waiting to see which one of you is going to say something first.
I’m not saying that you should just keep ignoring you’re demons (whatever they may be). Simply acknowledging they’re there is far more healthy than pretending they’re not. What I am saying is that we’re all fucked up on some level, and learning to cohabitate with the darker things in your life takes a while to master. That’s why we have gifts like alcohol and … let’s just say “chocolate” since there might be children reading this at some point, but I think we all know what I mean. They let you take a little vacation from all the bullshit. Decompression is good. So is moderation … in moderation. That’s really fucking cliche, but it’s true.
The other thing currently giving me withdrawals (and this one is completely my fault too) is my self-imposed hiatus from Facebook. I had no idea how much I was addicted to that little blue & white icon on my phone. I really can’t say that I’ve actually “wanted” a drink this week, but ALL I wanted to do the first three days was check my newsfeed. I’d wager that none of you reported anything of real importance, but I still needed to see what kind of tacos you had for lunch and which sports team you were mad about. Unlike alcohol, Facebook IS the fucking problem. It’s changed us, but that’s a whole other topic for a whole other day.
I might be finishing my month of sobriety out of spite, but I’m finishing my Facebook hiatus because I actually AM addicted to it. Hopefully my time away will lessen it’s grip a little. It’s rough because I still have to log on everyday (every weekday at least), because I run the site for my shop, and because it’s changed us and the way we interact with each other, some of my customers place orders via FB Messenger. If you’ve sent me a message or comment, I promise to get back with a response. For now though, I just keep ignoring the little red (currently) 60-something at the top of my page long enough to log onto the shop account, handle what needs to be handled, and then close the window before I’m tempted to click on anything non-work related.
Right now some of you might be saying, “But Adam, I’m reading this, because I clicked a link you posted in a status update.”
Well, I set this mother up to autopost a loooooooooong time ago, and I don’t really remember how I did it, much less how to turn it off, only to have to turn it back on in a week or three. So you can make an issue out of it if you want, but you can also kiss my temporarily tea-totaling ass.
There’re a few other new things I’d like to try over the coming months, but none of them are going to involve stoping anything or taking something away. Strictly for scientific reasons, I’d like to see what a solid month of being drunk would be like … to compare notes and shit. But, like Facebook, I’ve become addicted to things like eating and sleeping indoors, and I think a 30-day bender might be a bit counterproductive to those things.
Enjoy your weekend, and have a cold one for me.
For me, music has always been a living thing. It has it’s own pulse, it breaths, and there’s an energy to it. You can’t touch it, but you can feel it. It has a presence. It can be as comforting as a hug from your favorite person and as ominous as a stranger in the room, just outside of your peripheral. And you can’t see it … unless you close your eyes … or at least that’s how it is for me.
We all resonate with different songs and albums. Some more than others and some not so much. But when you find one that REALLY hits home, you know it. It becomes a part of you … for the rest of your life.
Take a record that you’ve been in love with since … let’s say 1997. You know every subtlety, every nuance, every key change and stop … hell, you even know every damn time the guitar play turns a knob on one of his pedals. You’ve listened to that record “EXPONENTIALLY more times” than other records (not my words). And you begin to think that there’s no way in the known universe that you could enjoy this record any more than you already do. Well, life is a motherfucker my friend, and fate is a cruel bitch, so don’t tempt either of them.
So, after you’ve puffed your chest out and declared your absolute, supreme knowledge, understanding & love of all things having to do with said record, the universe moves the cosmic waterways around and sends someone downstream toward you who is equally affectionate in regard to said record. (and you occasionally borrow words from them.)
You get to fall in love with that album all over again, through someone else’s ears. Watching and listening to them talk about it with the same fire and passion in their eyes that you know all too well. And if, my friends, you ever find yourself in a similar conversation and the person across the table from you happens to be a talented musician as well … I’ll just say, you are in for one of the biggest treats of your life.
I guess fate isn’t exactly cruel in this instance, but not tempting her is still a good policy.
Go grab your favorite record and listen to when you finish reading this. We should all do that more often.
Sorry to take almost a year off. I’ve been busy working on myself, as well as some other things. This got accomplished though.
“Doing the work” has been a recurring idea for me over the past couple of years. It’s literally become a personal mantra at times. In that spirit, I set aside a few things last year and decided to work on expanding the skill set I use to make a living.
I don’t want to say I spent the last year teaching myself how to draw, because I’ve always doodled … poorly, but I did. What I can say is that I made myself sit down and sketch something everyday for a whole year. I’m still not “good,” but I’m better than I was 365 days ago (well, 374 at this point). According to Malcolm Gladwell, mastery is achieved after 10,000 hours. The following images represent 300-350 of those hours.
You’ll see tutorials, exercises, and blatant copies of artists such as Mark Crilley, Josiah Brooks, Paris Cristou, Evan Burse, SwiftySpade, Christopher Hart and more than likely a few whose names I can’t remember at the moment. There’s even a handful attempts to copy the work of Fiona Staples and Ben Templesmith. And of course, there are some of my own sprinkled throughout.
So for better or worse, click here if you’d like to see what I’ve been up to.
I won’t even bother to apologize for the extended gap between my last post and this one. Shit happens. This one shouldn’t bee too long either.
Almost a year a go I lucked into a dayjob that requires me to spend a lot of my time drawing in Illustrator. So in my off-time, when I could have been out at the bar with friends or playing xbox (and I’d be lying if i said those things don’t still happen … just less frequently) I’m a big nerd and have spent my “free time” reading books & articles and watching tutorials on how to be a better illustrator, and how further my Creative Suite wizardry.
For some reason I’ve always imagined Flash to be some unlearn-able thing that’s only for coders and HTML gurus. Well, once I finally got to take a look at someone working in it, it didn’t seem that hard. But as this first video will how, looks can be deceiving.
I studied up for almost a month, and then once I finally got my hands dirty, it took me about 12 hours or more to get to this point.
After a few fumbles last week and a couple of long sessions over the weekend, I was able to get the “finished” product you see below. It’s still rough, but you gotta start somewhere. I’ll reserve my gripes about conversion and compression for a later date.
Not to mention that in this process I’ve also had to teach myself how to draw on a graphics tablet. The image below will display the “skill” I showed during my first day with the tablet.
I should say thank you to Josiah Brooks from Draw With Jazza. Without his flash tutorials, I wouldn’t be the amateur animator I am today. You can check out some of his tutorials on Youtube, or watch his short films and play his games over on Newgrounds.
This is simply a copy/paste job I stole from the band’s site, but since I wrote it, I can do that. If you follow this blog, but haven’t checked out the music I’ve been doing with Chris Ahrens, then please spend some time on thesilentsounds.com.
It’s finally here!
We’re pretty excited for you all to finally hear what we’ve been working on for the past few months. A lot of time and energy went into this project, and we’re still having to move full steam ahead throughout the rest of this week.
Digital copies can be purchased from Bandcamp, but for the moment at least, we’re not shipping any physical copies. Our buddy Tim Bryant at The Runaway Mule downtown will be able to help you get your hands on a copy after tomorrow, and we’ll have some with us Friday night at The Pineknot. The Macbooks will start streaming audio at 8:45 p.m., but we’re sharing the bill with Carlos Lampkin & Kim Foli and Darren Kobetich, so be there by 8 p.m. and catch all three sets.
We’d like to thank our friend Christine Eddings for being kind enough to let us make an album cover out of her photograph, and as always, we’d like to chastise the inkjet printers we use for making the pressing of this record extra fun.
Over the past couple of months, this has really become one of our favorite records. We’re glad it now has the chance to be the same for you.
To quote Brody Stevens, “Enjoy it!”
Holiday weekends and recording the new Silent Sounds record has been keeping me busy, but I’m dropping in to give you another update.
Back in my younger days, you were the cool kid on the block if you had one of these guitar hangers on your wall, and you were a baller if you had two or more. They’re dime-a-dozen online these days, but we didn’t even know about the “mail order” version of Musician’s Friend back then. We had to rely on the local music store to stay up-to-date, and if they didn’t have it, it didn’t exist. As great as these are, The best thing I’ve seen this week (if by “best” we mean “awesomely practical”) is the version sold on Stuart MacDonald that takes the “hanger” part a bit more literally.
I supposed there are a few of you out there who are less than impressed and just want something entertaining to watch. Well, I didn’t forget about you, and this shouldn’t disappoint … even though you’re dead inside.
Enjoy these monkeys playing with synthesizers.