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Author: tooth on September 19 2006 Viewed 1428 times. 13 people liked this blog. You can rate it below if you haven't already.
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So I'm now a guitar-obsessed 19 year old. Like one of those middle aged guys wearing a leather jacket you see at guitar expos, carrying a plastic bag full of brochures about gear they will think about buying, then buy, then realise they don't need except 4 times worse, maybe even 5 times, I'm not sure what the exact factor is but it's atleast 3. Anyway, I was playing the guitar for about 4 hours a day. Technically I was nothing special but I never cared about that because riffing was my thing and I wrote huuuge amounts of music. I wrote literally hundreds of "songs" over the few years that I was suffering from my obsession, I loved it. I found that "I" would disappear completely into what I was doing. I think I made some really great music but sadly I never recorded any. This was partly because I would become severely anxious if anyone else heard my music (now look at me!). I still don't exactly know why but I think it may have been that the guitar had become like my shrink to whom I exposed all my feelings and my music was too personal for to me to share.
I went to university to study philosophy and started jamming with a couple of people but was only able to half-play due to my problem with others hearing my creations. At this time I had started to feel a pull from somewhere else. My musical tastes had broadened by this point to include some electronic music, mostly by the prodigy and some softer stuff; Ani Difranco, Weezer, Portishead. I began to want to expand my creative pallette too. One day a friend of mine, Tom Seeley, let me listen to some music that changed everything for me. It was the Richard D James album and I was bowled over by the beauty and the depth of it. It was a totally new sound for me but it felt kind of familiar. I decided I wanted to start working with electronic instruments. My withering obsession for everything guitar promptly packed its bags and moved down to electronic avenue. The magazines, the autistic hunger for complete knowledge, all the same. I had a dream one night about the mc303 and the following day I went and bought one. Feeling completely at odds with the world and almost everyone in it, "I" disappeared into the 303 for the following 3 years. More about this tomorrow.
Dropped out of university after a year and a bit to go and work in a salad packing factory and join a band. The stress of forcing myself to musically bare myself to these people was immense but I eventually got over it and we recorded an album. The band was Dumpster Pop. We played a few gigs. You can buy their CD on amazon. I left after about 18 months because the music was, for them, secondary to the prospective ego trip of becoming a pro band and I was wasting my time, although I had gotten over my fear of being heard. They're still going I think.
Tomorrow: the final and last and concluding part!
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Squeal
salad packing
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celibacyclub
what do you do
when you find bad salad?
do you toss it?
(sorry)
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tooth
When salad is bad it is PUNISHED.
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mulletballet
You weren't the source of that e.coli outbreak, were you?
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tooth
There was enough chlorine in the salad I packed to kill a small roe deer. For some reason everyone who worked at the factory was blonde....
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