the 343s 343 AM song Improvised while water boils

 

"the 343s 343 AM song" Improvised while water boils Lome Marsupial MVI 0940 (no disclaimer)


Water was boiling and I don't want to stand around doing nothing so I played this as insomnia has been kicking in again in this gratifying existence of living in the age of modernity.

Here's some made up song. The guitar is an Alvarez AD30 and the strings are some d'adarrio mediumss phos bronze that should have been changed a long while ago but I prefer them that way.  My fingertips are nightcocks here, just to be certain.

Anyhow I am eating a late night meal while typing this hopefully that doesn't interfere with the edibility warmth. Its probably getting cold just to type this stuff*.  (*actually I came back to type that its some good night time Italian cuisine which I am eating at just the right temperature. Pinch me I must be dreaming.)

links to this or that

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0kBvq9fPHQivusr4ZjdAiG
https://www.patreon.com/lomemarsupial  = funds driveable RV so I can go fuck off into nowhere and record things 24/7  
https:/www.lomemarsupial.com 

Falling Fat Naked Ladies

People say they have weird dreams all of the time but isn't that what they're supposed to be, weird? They're seen as weird because they stretch limitations and surpass the lines that our perceptions widdled together, right? That really only leads me to believe that this space we agree as reality is weird, not that it isn't still a dream. Somehow a thought like that will probably just come off as weird though. 'Hide it and roll the safe road to the Coffee protest!' a 10K Guru would advise.

ATTENTION:
The project known as America has been pulled. Any further participation within it is a spoiled effort. This could have been stated before any declarations or presidents, but please, please... less limitation and stop putting so many signs up.

Other: This..


 Falling Fat Naked Ladies
"The Unofficial Les Monstrelli video BY Les Monstrelli from the Grammy nonnominated full length "I took off my shoes and walked off the planet"
Blame The Cat Productions, 7/2011."

VERY sleepy but recently gifted with magical connections and a wide amount of photographs to share. (Edited Note: Full sentences must be obliterated from the internet! The shortening tweeting attention span will overcome the need for full thoughts!)
"You have 2 minutes remaining on the library computer. Click and drag to move."

[This post has been edited from the Recluse wooden computer,after retreating from the eerie public library.]

Coming up soon: The Mind Sale motion picture show.
A passing thought: Feed the architects of hierarchy LSD and watch and see if they paint the white house, capitols and all the giant breast and dick monuments in bright polka dots. It's all a passing thought, but, feed people food and not poison and... well, figure out the rest.
Fact: There is no DOOM button. People that use people don't kill the people they're using or else they won't have anybody to use and will have to think, create and manifest debts all on their own.
Fact: 100% of all stated facts will at one point be proven fraudulent.

Sunken Lands

Is this some crashed, rabid area of misfortune and busted up tires or is there something more beyond that rubble? Something that teaches.
It looks like waves in the back, or maybe stars, but you're up somewhere because those are building lights that look like reflection.

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Take a second look.. It's a verge of ideal where there's something beautiful hidden just behind the intrusive and beauty is confused with malignant. Still it's never bad to see waves as stars.
Photograph taken on 06/08/2009 with what was a broken/limited camera.

Talisman

Talisman

12/13/2009

That holiday sickness is getting all over every doorknob,
trash container and even on the bottom of my shoe.

I should probably get sleep someday

Today I found myself scuffing my feet along a warehouse book sale floor. $1.50 a book, or something of the like. Much like any day, it was topsy and turvy. Although later in the day I was insulted by a homeless person for no reason, I had come across a book called

which was pretty interesting as it stood off the shelve staring at me in an eye-catching manner... Also, a book simply titled '666' in bold red colors fell onto the floor as I passed through the busy shelving isles but for some reason that did not really surprise me or make me nudge at all.
Some other books that I filled up the plastic bag with were
'The Odyssey' of course, because it's been a damn long time since I've read that and that was way before I had anything to relate the meanings to.
'Nikola Tesla Returns' was another one, and even though I have no expectations for the book it should be interesting nonetheless.I know that there are many written about him that only uncover merely 20% of what he accomplished, as I suppose it's 'riskay' to write about many of his concepts since we wouldn't be slaving away drowsily if we could tap into his knowledge.

'The Roots of Coincidence' and 'I Ching-The Book Of Changes' were a couple more that I gnabbed off the shelves... And 'Learn Italian!' Why stick to one language?? Chances are, I will sloppily and slowly learn the language and then end up somewhere like Asia and wonder why I picked the wrong damn book.

Here are some 'rejected photos' from 05/2009 while I find myself reaching into endless empty bags grabbing for sleep..

'Baby, I don't wanna want a baby'

I hated this photo because it belongs in a dainty calendar or maybe as a Salt
Lake City postcard. It's calming, but, death to it.

Purple was the color of the day.


Around 2:30 in the morning

This was as close to a telescope that my camera would get.
And as it was near it's last few breaths of life, the focus was shoddy and unstable, though
sometimes I enjoyed the camera's unbalanced, blurry as hell effects before it finally
croaked on me.

Pink sky hole,photo roll and bargain souls

From 08/2008

This is a photo by Dylan Pakkala from a spot I had set up behind an old store where a couple of friends and I used to go and skateboard. They'd (The property owners/city) since pretty much demolished the ground there so it's hardly possible to go back there on a vandal board but there's a whole collection of photos and footage from back in the day.
This is another photo by Dylan.
And this too

Which reminds me of just how many cameras I've been breaking lately and how many people I owe replacements to.
Right now I can't sleep, and all I can think of is just skating down steep hills as fast as I can, I guess as some sort of amphetamine as to whisk away all those nerve jerking manifestations, irritations and insomnias. I was working on editing through stories last night and before I knew it had looked out the window and it was daylight already.



I haven't slept in like 2 1/2 days. That full length album is pretty much all finished, for both projects actually, but I don't even feel like releasing them, not yet. I already know they won't go anywhere, Because I won't play the 'industry' game. Either way I'm going to continue playing shows.. I have this urge to just up and hijack a spaceship. It's been driving me up a wall lately, the 'game,' The psychology of participation.

The industry

There's the music industry and then there's actually making music. Music is an art and art is about bending bars... Hopping out of boxes. Industry is about sales, accessories and patterns. Once you find a pattern that works, the industry doesn't want to take that chance: The leap into the unknown. It's all image, it's all niche.
I've always been staggered by people's views on art.. Usually, to me, whatever people presently hate, loathe and are disgusted by is what is later printed in books to be remembered as art.. And whatever at the given moment is being sold as 'artistic' is then forever forgotten like the gutless sales pitch that it really is. And when beginning to think too much about the industry, it's really just a big headache. It's all glitter, and no soul.. I swear some of 'em have no souls or hearts in their bodies, just little card slips with a diamond cross or daisy over the robotic scan code.
But that grief, that grief is just downright taking things too seriously.

City Lemons 2009 and Manic Shifts

City Lemons 2009

07/2009 was the routine escape for the city. My interest for documenting the random activities heightened once I was lucky enough to have a camera with me down in the subway. Though many moments beforehand could have made the flick much more interesting, what I was able to catch at least seemed to be enough to work with and practice my ill-mannered video editing.

So now what? I find myself buried under the burden of my own creations feeling as if I should climb back underneath a shell until everything is finished. Weeks, months even, will grip streaks of writer's block for the brain but then when the time is weary.. just when I've had too little sleep, Something clicks and I start recording songs and filling pages instantaneously.. I start to feel a bit out of touch if I go without it, until it all wears off once again and that writers block closes it's steel doors temporarily (tapping into that mindset that wants to experience and create, rather than sit back and watch.) The past few days I've been producing countless songs.. Many will be trashed, many released but probably still unheard. Sometimes it's hard to know what to think of material when you're your only critique. As knuckle shattering as it all seems it still must be done, because I'd go crazy(crazier) without it all. I maintain inspiration but don't feel up to par with all the top hits out there. I mean, they're so deep down, right!? If I fail and sink, at least I did it with my heart and highest efforts, Eh?

Shortly I'll post one of the film songs started sometime within the last three hours, So check back for that.
Off and out to underneath a shell, Keep an eye out for an update.

Days without Sleep (New songs Phase One)

Days without sleep
New songs: (Phase one)

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Electric Lines (3.44 MB 3:44)*
March Of The Time Bandits Pts 1&2(4.77MB 5:12)^
Electric Lines (Second Take) (2.43 MB 2:38)*
The Amazing Swine Flu Song (1.78 MB 1:56)*
Feed Every Soul (3.55MB 3:52)




* Recorded 06/12/2009.
Dylan P.-Guitar on Electric Lines/Lee M.-Vocals/ Harmonica/Perc.
Lee M.-Guitar Vocals on Swine Flu Dylan P. Background Vocals Percussion
Early takes of songs.


^ Off the upcoming soundtrack-oriented album DEATH:The Infomercial

Electric Lines: We both pretty much had fallen right into this song. I asked Dylan to come up with some guitar, while I flipped through my notebook. My thumb ended up finding itself upon this page of a recent poem about Electric Lines comprising the sky/world we exist. This was after recording a song called "She's Chain Smoking" which was created in the same manner. The melody just crashed in on the first version.. This is how we usually come up with a tune, Pieces will just mold together and we'll add more upon each take. The second take came out well, but I had this itch, having to record another version. Well, we did and the first song posted is the third take of this song, recorded on a picnic table 06/12/2009. This tune was by far the funnest to record, next to "She's Chain Smoking."
Lyrics to this song are posted here

March Of The Time Bandits: The intro piece has been sitting around for a while. Collecting dust in a giant cabinet of yearning songs for almost a year. Some are good, some are terrible, but I always had a fondness for this one. However, the original song it had led into seemed more like a Star Wars theme song than anything else... So, Later I had come up with another track, which needed an introduction. That track became the second half of this song. The introduction very much reminds me of the beginning soundtrack to Jon Carpenter's "They Live." A sub-conscious inspiration? Possibly. Apparently, this song version was completed on 04/21/2009, while the intro was created on 03/28/2008. The song is going to be on the Death:The Infomercial soundtrack-themed album that I have been gritting my teeth editing and comprising,re-ordering and nitpicking songs for some time now. My objective to this song is for the listener to get the same feeling hearing it as I do. Almost some sort of militant fantasia with scenes being carried out to each second.. A heavy daydream. That is the point of this album it is being added to, a Soundtrack for the mind. No moving pictures needed (Though I'd love to create a film and score the music someday, If time allows.)

Electric Lines (Second Take:) This is where we were flexing and shaping the tune right after the improvised structure of the first take. I like recording this way. Over thinking and manipulating a song can be alright sometimes, but there is this stress from the universe and self that builds up so often. It needs to be released... It all comes punching out for me in a situation like this. Sometimes there will be little messups that add character to a song. Maybe my voice ain't the best, but the feeling you have from playing music, knowing you have that same feeling going through you that can't be beaten out, that truly represents the music, and finding an off-the-head home for some lyrics to reside.. well... You can't explain it really. You can take the words whichever way you would like. I put a bit into these words and there are multiple meanings. If you take the symbolism of the "walking on all fours segment," that comes from the ancient stories and tales of the Sphinx and passing the test whereas the answer is man. I could go on and on about the meanings, and probably will concisely someday, but it's always funner to at first see how other's will recieve the lyrics.. Or to see if there was a meaning that was unintentional, as that often happens and can be very, very interesting. (I still like the 3rd take better!)

The Amazing Swine Flu Song: Does this tune really need a write-Up? Haha, alright now.. It's fun when in a good mood, or it can annoy the hell out of you.. But hopefully it won't. It was blast to record at least. I didn't know what to say! But it was said. Things were still recording and we didn't feel like quitting the tunes yet. The avian flu, mad cow disease and anthrax are all getting jealous. I randomly plunged chords and Dylan tested out his new drum. I hope you remember to wash your hands (Please don't get vaccines.)

Feed Every Soul: I had a short write-up and posted lyrics to this song here
"If you can’t change your own life then you’ll never change anybody else."
Simply put, I see so many people trying to turn the world in many different a direction. Is it not insensible to tell people to change their own ways, beliefs and overcome struggles when we ourselves refuse to look into our own ghosts or skeletons in our closet? Our own little changes to self: There's always this need to let anger overtake. I've noticed it within myself lately.. To let the lower vibration of stress, fear, insecurity over run. It is really within us, to our own consent to let this takeover that allows the state of things to be in such a situation. To be bluntly put, we must get our own shit together and figure our own lives out before expecting the change to be put forward, and doing so could offer some of the best results to be seen yet. A balance, more or less, personally. How many cultures have recommended a certain balance? The thinker must think and the doer must act but having one without the other can over weigh one trait.. I'll allow myself to think upon that for a little while, and others hopefully to do so as well, before getting more into it. (From Greek, Egypt, Sumeria.. To practice the physical, the mental, the spiritual.. To never be almost too certain of yourself or ability.) Anyhow, this song is floating out among space much like the "Enter Aquarius" track from a while back, and will eventually find a home in a very, very vocal album, but right now that will be very pushed aside.
Thanks for taking the time to listen/read these write-ups,
Lee.