It is currently 9:52 AM, I am sitting with my boxer dog right now and watching Roseanne with my mom. This week has not been that interesting, however I've done a lot of reading and watching old YouTube videos about creepypastas. On Sunday, we ended up not having band practice - everyone was tired from the Bluefield show. I ended up playing Minecraft and streaming. Here is a link to that stream. It is now 10:15 AM and me and mom are talking about true crime. That's the name of the genre, not the book. That's a quote from True Detective season one. My mom mentioned Phelicity which is a show from 1996. She's been on a 90s nostalgia binged.
Anyway, on Monday I saw K. We had a nice little evening we watched some Undertale theories and got some taco bell. We had a good time and I went home around 7PM.
Tuesday was not that interested. I spent two hours trying to find this YouTube Channel, there was actually several channels. I've linked the playlist here, The channels names are MrSynetix, Steve Dunham, and Marie McKinley. The channel seems to be a child's hyperfixation with making random image based videos with random default sounds - most likely downloaded from random websites. It's very abstract and interesting, and you'll have to see for yourself.
On Wednesday, nothing of note happened. I worked and then went home and I played Minecraft - I'm clearing out a river in my world to make room for another mob farm. The first one I built is based on an old Monkeyfarm design from 15 years ago and it works fine, but I really just like building farms and redstone stuff in Beta 1.7.3.
I read some of Killer Clown. I read a passage about Gregory Godzik, who was one of Gacy's victims. It was really sad, he had just made up with his girlfriend and he told his mom things like "I'm going to marry that girl" and he reminded me of me when I was 17. It's truly a sad story - there's a hard balancing act that True Crime has to face when it comes to honoring and articulating a life that was taken. It's getting harder and harder to properly articulate these things in our overwhelming information age and I'm nowhere near smart enough to have an answer. I think there's a lot of issues with television and true crime - I think books might be the best way to truly apply the full weight of something like this and to fully get a true understanding of the horrors and loss present in those cases. I also think songs might a good digestible compromise to this dilemma. I tried to do something sort of similar with the song "Jim Can't Swim" by my band Socialist Book Club. This song that I wrote is about my friend Ronnie whose mother faked her death and it was a big ordeal - one that I will never begin to unpack or articulate the full weight of and I think that's important for any songwriter who plans to write a song about a case or an incident that actually happened to come to terms with that fact, and then branch off from there. I think the song "John Wayne Gacy Jr." by Sufjan Stevens is a masterclass at this - while this song isn't directly about articulating who a person was and illustrating that in song - the song mostly being about the horrifying nature of Gacy's crimes, the circumstances that created a monster like Gacy, and the horrifying conclusion that monsters like Gacy are not that different from the majority of the Populus - the song still acknowledges that the victims of Gacy were human beings with (as the song states) their cars and summer jobs, and follows this statement up with "oh my god," the only real way to articulate the inarticulable horror that was that crawlspace.
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On Thursday, I worked and read towards the end of my shift. I listened to Infinity Frequencies - which is a great vaporwave project that employs a lot of the beautiful looping techniques that were pioneered by Eccojams. After my shift, I went to Silverdale and I geared up for a practice for deaththreads. I'm trying to put together a deaththreads full band, and this was our first practice. Dave showed up, which I'm eternally grateful because I have come to terms that I am not the best band leader. Dave was able to articulate things and the best way to practice songs to our drummer Caleb, I hope to get better as practices progress. I played bass and Dave played Guitar. I hope to have another band practice within the next two weeks but we shall see. Caleb is a cool guy and he's younger than me, I hope he wasn't super nervous - when I had my first Blue Shell practice - I was petrified. I think we'll get a set together and it'll be a lot of fun. From here me and Seth went to iHop and we talked about the good ol' days when every Beckley WV show had like 5 or 6 bands on it and everyone played 45 minute sets, it was truly a time to be alive. I think everyone had a lot more energy back then. I ate Mexican Tres Leches and I paid for Seth's meal because I am a good friend. I missed Seth, not as much as I did a couple of months ago but this is due to me seeing him more often. He mentioned he reads these blogs, which I thought was really sweet. He asked about K, and I told her me and her were talking again and that I liked her quite a bit. Me and him had other good conversations and than we parted ways. I went to bed pretty quickly at about 10 PM and I woke up at around 11:49 PM and had the taste of bile in my mouth. I think my brief stint with alcoholism as the negative consequence of my rather terrible acid reflux turning into full-blown gurd. I threw up a little bit and then laid down on the couch. Everytime I coughed I tasted bile so I just tried my best to fall asleep. I woke up at about 4:30 AM and went back to my normal bed.
Yesterday was Friday. I worked the whole day and it was rather tiring. I went up to my dad's house, I wanted to have a dinner with him because I hadn't seen him in a while. I also wanted to put a piezo pickup in my pink guitar that I have named "The Ugly Duckling." TUD is a BC pink guitar that usually runs for about 50 dollars on facebook marketplace. This guitar has had a long life - My first encounter with this guitar can be seen on the cover of the wendigo ep by me. This was before I knew Seth and was when he was in charge of the Beckley Art Center - I think the guitar was priced around 75 dollars. Seth put it down to 50 dollars for me, and then it was 40 and then 30 and then 25 and then one day he just gave me the guitar. I put nylon strings on the guitar and I left it at K's during me and her's first relationship. When me and her broke up, it was there - there some miracle K did not give it away or sell it and when me and her reconciled, she gave it back to me. Yesterday I put a 10 dollar piezo pickup on it. The soundhole cover I bought for it was too large, so I'll probably make this DIY Soundhole cover I found online. It is linked here. I stayed until about 8PM and I facetimed K the whole ride home.
It is now 12:03 PM, I am going to take a shower and then hopefully draw a little and then go to see K. I am quite tired of writing right now. I start college back on Monday, so I will let you know how that goes. Amen.