Rhythmic Symphony

So…. spam bots are taking over the world, or at least my website. I’m limiting user registration, not because I hate you guys, but because the registered users are about 500 spambots to every 1 real person. It’s obnoxious, and it makes me violent.

Aside from the spambot apocolypse, Rhythmic Symphony is slowly kicking back into gear. So much of my creative energy has been going into writing stories and building board games, but my obsessive compulsive meter is slowly swinging back towards music. A couple of shows are in the works for late spring, by which time the new songs I’m working on should be finished and ready to be spread liberally across your warm, burnt toast, if you know what I mean.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything in here. I suppose all of my writing energy has gone into my short stories.

Amazingly I have written a NEW SONG! I have been working on several new songs for book 2 of TEC for a while now, but this is the first one I’ve followed through to completion. Although… this one I was actually writting for another project I was creating for a friend. I had wanted to take RS in a more organic direction, meaning more pianos, strings, bells, creative beats and time signatures, but this track is straight up Industrial pop; harsh but epic. It’s gonna be great live!

So, for those of you who don’t know, I took up writing a little while back. Steve (of Stevish.com) and I have created (mostly Steve really) a page for all of you to view my stories! If you look up at the top right corner there’s a button that says stories… push it and enjoy. The only one I’ve put up so far is “Exskuses” and it only takes about 10 minutes to read, so by golly, push the button already!

I’ve already started on the second short story that I’ve wanted to write for a while now. It should be up in a week or two. Wait, are you still reading this? … Push the story button. Just… just push… just a little click….

Writing a book… is hard. Harder than I had anticiapted anyway. When I write a song I occasionally have an idea of where it’s going to go, but most of the time I just have an idea, or come across an idea while just messing around, and build on it until *tadah!* a new song is birthed into world, wet, screaming, and resembling a lizard that was just run over by a truck.
Unfortunately I started the book the same way I start a song. Now that I’m well into the book I’m realizing all kinds of plot problems that don’t line up, and the only way to fix them is goign to make the book boringer (boringer?… more boring….?). Oh, well. Maybe next time I’ll just go for a short story instead of a friggin novel!
Btw, our next show is opening for Hannah Montana in Denver next month, so you should all come out and… no wait….. that’s probably pretty much not even true.

Thanks to everyone who came out to the show on Friday! It was super fun. I was so tired from rocking out on stage that I slept unitl noon the next day.
Strangely I’m beginning to write songs for book 2 now, strange because we haven’t even recorded book 1 yet.
My personal life has been crazy. I’m now working 2 jobs, getting in around 70 hours a week, which will soon move up to 82 hours a week. But its for a good cause; so my lovely wife can finish her schooling.
I’ve been “discussing” with evolutionists a lot abut the possibility that science community is becoming more and more of religious movement. How if you don’t believe in what they take on faith that you are, in a sense, a lost soul. It’s like talking to a brick wall, though. It just further affirms for me that people believe what they want to. We find the evidence we want that will back up what we want to believe and ignore the evidence that doesn’t. I suppose it all comes down to your heart… or for you physicalists, your configuration. If a scientist was true to his science he would believe almost nothing since most things, maybe everything, are not provable 100%. So instead he takes things on faith becasue it is what he wants to believe. Just like everyone else. It all comes down to your “heart.”
*Sigh*
I’m so tired… tired of people that won’t listen, won’t consider… nobody wants to find the truth….. myslef included. I’m so tired of people looking at me like I’m stupid when I suggest an idea, with perfectly good evidence behind it, that’s too radical for them to accept. I’m so tired of being the polite one, admiting that I may be the one that’s wrong. That I may be stupid after all. The one choosing to not point out what an utter moron the other is, the flaws in their logic, not pointing out that my IQ is almost double theirs. Letting them tell me I’m an idiot.
*Sigh*
And people wonder why the intelligent ones always go crazy and kill everyone.

Hey, peeps and other marshmallow creatures…

We’re finally playing another show! I’m going to be throwing in some REALLY old stuff that didn’t make the cut for the CD, so you can only hear it at shows, and I’m throwing in one that I normally only do with the Envaryan Chronicles, Jeremiah Cane. So, it’ll be new and exciting and sticky!

The Siren project and Reqieum in Black (their CD release party!) will also be playing, so make sure to make it out!

09/19/2008 08:30 PM – Quixote’s True Blue
2637 Welton St.
Denver, Colorado
Cost:$10

I started playing my synth again, finally. Mainly because I have a show coming up, so I needed to practice, so I turned on my synth, but then I started messing around, and then I wrote something totally new, and it sounds like piano and twinkling bells and strange beats and strings, and that’s my run on sentance for the day.
Speaking of show…

Friday 09/19/2008 08:30 PM – Quixote’s True Blue
Denver, Colorado
Cost:$10
CD release party for Reqium in Black. Also featuring The Siren Project.

You should all come. Reqieum in Black will be realeasing their new album.

Now, would it bode well for me to go on a political rant? No. I don’t think so. I think it’s pretty ridiculous to mix politics with music. It’s tacky, and I REALLY don’t think the kind of change that matters is going to come through the next president. No. The whole world is driving as fast as it can towards a horrificly miserable end, and politics will not change that. I believe the best we can do is find out why we’re here and what we can do to fulfill that purpose and make our existence on the next plane a better one. And I believe Jesus can help with that.
Call now at 1-800-JESUSKICKSYOURBUTT. No, but seriously, call.
Okay, but seriously… Jesus.
AAAUUUUGHHHH! I can’t be serious! I just can’t do it!
Okay, in attempt to prove that I’m not totally crazy, I will put it out on the table, ironed, gaudy, and smelling faintly of your grandmothers old house.
*Disclaimer: This does not reflect Amber’s or Matt’s beliefs.*
This is something that I, as an individual, have been struggling with, and I think many others are as well. So I’m just going to put this out there. Faith… why do we have it? And trust me, you have it. To function properly in this world you must have some level of faith. Whether it be in a god, in yourself, in science, in humanity, or in your car, you have faith. Even if you don’t have faith in some sort of god or organized religion, you put faith in things like chairs and cars and people every day. Even though cars crash, chairs break, and people hurt each other, you decide to take the chance that they won’t because the alternative is barely even livable.
So let’s take my case. I said “Why do we have faith that God is there?” We can’t prove that He’s there. And for some reason he won’t even show his face, and I mean literally, like “Jesus came to my work today, just to check up, see how I was doing.” Yeah, doesn’t happen. Not even a phone call, not even a letter, not even a note in my lunch box. Just a voice in my head that may or may not be me having a conversation with myself. People say, “Well, you just have to believe.” and I say “Wait, what? If someone tells you to just believe shouldn’t you be a bit worried.” I mean, if there’s an eternity of existence waiting for us, and someone wants me to hang it all on just believing… That’s like handing me a gun and saying it may or may not be loaded (and that you don’t even know for sure), and that I need to put it to my head and pull the trigger to find out…
Why shouldn’t I just believe Allah? Why shouldn’t I just believe Shirley McClain? Why shouldn’t I just believe Tom Cruise? What? Because there’s all this evidence against Scientology and Islam and New Age you say? But if I shouldn’t believe something because of the evidence against it, why should I believe something without evidence for it?

Now, to be fair, if you’re not aware of the overwhelming amount of scientific and archeological evidence that supports the Bible then read The Case for Christ. It seems that there is defintely something powerful at work behind the Bible. But, to have faith that what the Bible says is true is another thing. It’s becoming more and more apparent that if there is a God, he is not who I thought He was. You may ask why I say that, and I may tell you. No, I will tell you.

All I can say is that I’ve believed in God and the Bible for, well, as long as I can remember, and I was told all the while that God should be your closest friend, closer than anyone else, He’s always there for you. Well, a couple years ago I thought to myself “…. um, no he’s not.” He’s supposed to be closer than my earthly father, but my Dad calls me all the time, and when I talk to him he talks back. I have NEVER heard God’s voice. And don’t even THINK about telling me its because my heart is hard or I’m in sin. I’ve come to tears on more than one occasion because I was trying SO HARD to seek God and obey God and seek to glorify Him in everything and open myself to him… and while everyone around me heard God speak to them audibly and began to speak in tongues I heard nothing and spoke nothing, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. What was wrong with me? Nothing, I finally decided. If God is there, the Church has misrepresented Him. His is not close by. He is distant. He is a distant God.

Now, before all the Christians decide I’m going to Hell, hear me out. This is all just semantics, but think about our definitions of close and distant. My wife and I, we’re close. We talk with one another, we are physically with one another, we are close. Now think about how the Bible portrays a healthy realtionship with God. You may talk to him, but it is not a physical, two-way conversation. If you read the Bible it is EXTREMELY unlikely that God will actually audibly talk to you. And He loves you, but it is EXTREMELY unlikely that He will ever actually come to see you in this life. Ever. For whatever reason He chooses to not show up physically. With that said I don’t think its to far off to say that He loves us like the president of the United States loves his citizens. The president may love his citizens, but not individually enough to actually make a point of visitng each one personally. He’s very distant. Like God, if He exists, is very distant. To those of you who still aren’t convinced (that probably means you never will be, and yet, for some reason I continue) here’s something else to think about.
What if your father wrote a letter to you before you were born, detailing everything you would ever have to know about life, and then left, never to speak an audible word or spend a physical moment with you ever again. Growing up I could say that maybe my father loves me very much, but he’s not close. He’s distant. He never calls, he never writes, he’s distant.
That’s what the God of the Bible did.

So, I came to a place where I was very frusterated about my options… mainly because nothing can be proved 100%, so at some point you are just taking whatever you believe on faith. So, I could just choose to believe something or I could believe as little as possible until the truth revealed itself… which will probably never happen in my life time.
Then I realized, I can either refuse to believe nothing and live and die angry and disappointed and end up either disolving into nothing or roasting in Hell… or I can just choose to believe something and end up living and dying happy (thinking I’m communing with God and headed to Heaven) and then either disolving into nothing, burning in Hell, or living in eterarnal happiness.
So, I chose to believe. There’s still a voice in the back of my mind saying “What are you doing? A mind like yours can’t be forced into belief!” but I just push it down and keep hoping that I will either hear from God or brainwash myself into undisputed belief.

There is a man with his closed hand outstretched to me, and he says “Within my hand there may or may not be a cookie. If you say there is a cookie in my hand, then I will open my hand, and if there is a cookie you get to have it. If there is no cookie, then there is nothing to have. However, if you say there is no cookie, then I will open my hand, and whether or not there is a cookie in my hand, you won’t get to have it.” I’ve chosen to say there is a cookie.

Friends, believe in the cookie. Its better than the alternative.

… Maybe…
With all my obsessive personality going into writing the novel I realized that I haven’t actually written a new song in several months! I don’t know what’s happenening. I used to play my synth everyday! I haven’t even touched the thing for a month!
I also find it REALLY hard to boot my butt into gear to get the new album recorded. I hate that stuff. All the technical stuff that is. But when we recorded the Mechanism Fulfilled I was really excited about it. I don’t know. Maybe the end is coming. If I had a chunk of money laying around I would just pay someone to do the recording for me, but we don’t….
… we’ll see what happens.

It’s always fun to come home at night and find yellow “Do-not-cross” police line attached to your house. Luckily it was only attached to my house so that it could rap around the neighbors house, and fortunately it wasn’t anything too terrible. He assaulted a door to door salesman. He’s gonna be spending some time in jail now. The funny thing is that when the officer told me what was going on I wasn’t really suprised. He’s a little… crazy. This isn’t his first run in with the cops. He’s been in trouble before for keying cars that park in front of his house, cranking his stereo to the max at odd hours in the morning, and mowing his lawn naked. I guess what they say about postal workers is true (no offense to all you postal workers).

Anyway, what I really wanted to post about is a law that Colorado legislatures recently passed. If you’re a man and you dress like a woman or say you’re a woman then you can now use any women’s bathroom in Colorado. It took me a little off guard since I didn’t think Colorado would be the first to pass this kind of law. But we are so here we go. This worries me, and before you get all worked up and start spouting off stuff about equal rights hear me out. What worries me is how far we are willing to go in the name of making things fair. I’m not worried about the average transexual who wants to use the womans bathroom so he can feel like a real woman. I’m worried about who can take advantage of this law. Any sexual predator can hang out in the girls bathroom now and say he’s a woman to get away with it.

In the interest of fairness plenty of boys are molested by men every year, but girls are far more likely to be victims of sexual predators (http://www.rainn.org/get-information/statistics/sexual-assault-victims). I believe in fairness, but we have to find some sort of balance between fairness and practicality. I worked at a preschool for over a year, and I was the brunt of all sorts of discrimination because I am a man. If a child needed to change for any reason I wan’t allowed to help him/her. If the kid really needed help I had to go get a woman. I put up with this sort of thing because I knew that men are far more likely to be sexually abusive and it is better for the preschool to safe then sorry, meaning making a no exception rule made sense to me. It wasn’t really “fair,” but I knew that if they made an exception for me than would make it even more unfair for every guy that comes after.

It’s also unfair in the way that I am not naturally gifted with skills that make good money in today’s economy. If it was fair we would have communism. And I’m not saying this jokingly. I’m truly upset that no matter how hard I try I never make the money or get the promotions that this guy over here gets because I’m not good with computers or people or being a complete meglomania jerk (i.e. manager). But that’s what life has dealt me, and I have to ask how far we should go in trying to make things fair. For almost every food there is an someone with an allergy to it. Does that mean that all restraunts and displays of public eating should be outlawed? What if the only thing that made a guy happy was to deface private property? Should we make it fair for him too? The reason you say no is because it’s too great an incovenience for everyone else for you to except. I think we’ve been slowly inching the acceptable line of harm that is caused to the general public farther and farther becasue nobody has stopped to ask how far we should let it go in the name of fairness.

Life can’t be fair for everyone. It just can’t. I don’t even think it’s ever been completely fair for anyone ever. If that’s true then I think we can say that everyone gets their fair share…. whatever life deals them. We can try help each other out, but making laws that make it “fair” for a man that thinks he’s a woman but have potential to do great harm to everyone else is insane.

How many of you believe in a multiverse?… Let’s see a show of hands. Hmmmmm….. yeah, now put your hands down. You’re freaking people out.
I’ve heard of this theory from so many different people that I just assumed that it must have some sort of evidence behind it. I’m sure most of you are familiar with it. The idea that there’s an infinite amount of possible universes out there, and in each one a different version of reality is playing out. I’m sure I’m butchering it in someway, but that’s the genreral idea. Anyway, it’s kind of a fun idea, I’d be pretty stoked if it was true, but how plausible is it? The last Leiahdorus album (Parallel Universe), which was very worth the money btw, Opens with a sort of monologue on the theory, and in the end even purports that the theory is pretty much proven. This got me curious so I started asking more questions about it to people I thought would know. They didn’t. Strangely, the more I look into it the more I find a lot of smart people just kind of believeing it because everyone else is. After doing some research it pretty much comes down to this: It is only a hypothesis that arose more from science fiction than from actual science, but was adopted by parts of the scientific community to help compensate for problems mathermaticians were having with quantum fluctuations. There are a lot of very reputable scientists that say that the theory has very little to do with science, mainly because it can’t be tested, and is more metaphysics than anything.
Now, I want to clarify that I’m not just attacking this idea because it bothers me or I don’t wanna believe it. I think it would be pretty cool if it’s true, but I don’t appreciate being told something is fact when it simply isn’t. It’s a great example of a bunch of people wanting something to be true so badly that they eventually just label it as an undeniable fact. I kept hearing that it’s real and proven, but then no one could tell me how. If you wanna decide to believe it on faith then go ahead, but don’t try and tell me that you know it’s the truth.
So, I’m sorry that I didn’t site (sight?) anything. But I have a feeling it wouldn’t really matter. If someone out there knows more about this and would like to enlighten me, please do.