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May 18, 2008

Combo organ oddness, part 2: follow-up to yesterday's post

Yes, I know you've all been wondering: "What if the Ventures took on 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen?"


It might go something like this <--clicky thingy!

[backup link]


[NOTE: This is the only .mp3 link I've ever bookmarked on my computer under the "drugs" category.]


HERE is some of the backstory.

[backup link]


Further, one of the bandmembers of The Thurston Lava Tube states, "the middle section was created entirely using the Elka X705 (about 12 overdubs)," which is that, uh, challenging double keyboard used toward the end of the video in MY PREVIOUS POST.





Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


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December 03, 2007

Watch this and be tap-py.

OK, so two blog posts in a single day from me. Remarkable enough in itself, but look! It's a JAPA-TAP-ATTACK!

[Here's a backup link, in case you need to copy and paste:]

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=9fsDL24o8uM#

This fantastic video was forwarded to me by my tap teacher, Rosie Radiator. One thing about me that most of you don't know is that I took tap lessons from Rosie for seven years, and for a total of about three years from other dancers before that.

I am not doing anything with the tap shoes these days -- in fact, I just mailed mine to Rosie's studio, since they don't fit me anymore. I don't wear shoes much here in Hawaii, and so the feet have widened! Quite a bit! So, anyway, when I see something like this video, it makes me happy. And missing my shoes. One of the things I plan to do over the next year or two is to record demos of some of my songs, and it would be fun to tape a tap break somewhere in the middle of a tune or two. We'll see if I can get the mic'ing right. But first, of course, I need some wider shoes.

Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy the video. Check it out!

Wishing you a beautiful day (again!),

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.12.03, 9:50 a.m. Hawaii time]

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November 22, 2007

Cooking on All Burners

My partner forwards me articles and such all the time. This is one of the most inspiring links he's sent me in months:

Barbara Cook:
Heartbreak and Healing, Sometimes Both at Once

The New York Times

ARTS / MUSIC   | November 21, 2007

Music Review

by STEPHEN HOLDEN

The concert found this Broadway lyric soprano not only alive and kicking but in great voice.

Cookm If you can, watch the video. (Click on the "multimedia" link within the article.)

While we can't really know what is going on beneath the surface, I will keep looking for examples of folks like Cook who seem to be cooking on all burners (pardon the pun). Role models, perhaps. Sources of optimism. I think this is especially important in times of stress, such as we are living through now. If we cannot look to our national leaders for this strength, we can always find it elsewhere.

Transcendence, energy, humility. Enduring qualities, all. And she's 80.

Here is a related article

that includes audio clips of Cook singing.


Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.11.22, 10:45 a.m. Hawaii time]


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November 16, 2007

Watch this and be happy.

Probably you've heard this song before, but not for a while. This is a cover version. I thought the outer-space graphics were really cool.



I'll do a real update sometime soon. I've been writing a lot, just haven't felt very chatty as of late.




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.11.18, 7:20 p.m. Hawaii time]


[Search-engine keywords for this post include: Telstar, the Tornadoes, 1960, cover version, YouTube, spaceship, rocket, satellite, atomic age, atomic era, synthesizer, synth, drum machine, disco beat, neon, computer graphics, computer animation, galaxy, laser beam, solar flare, sonar waves, Milky Way, crab nebula, comet, red giant, atmosphere, lightning, Ed Miller, 2006. Watch the video and enjoy!]

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September 24, 2007

Thoughts on Creative Process

I just realized something about the creative process. Mine, at least.

I tend to get inspired from experiencing the art or vision of other creative types. It doesn't have to be in the same field of discipline as mine. And it truly doesn't have to be art per se. Sometimes it can be as simple as my own analysis of what I like or dislike about their particular vision, or my observation of how that vision plays out in the larger world.

Let me see if I can explain this.

It's as if the other creative type and I are sheets of paper or cloth, and if the other is "on fire," and brushes up against me, that tends to set me on fire as well. Then we've got two creative types on fire, each with his own "print" or tapestry to expose to the world. My tapestry is not a copy of theirs, but I need to catch a glimpse of theirs in order to set mine free — to unravel it, if you will. Or to "see" my own design and make a print of the image that is forming in my brain.

Hunh.




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Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.09.24, 12:12 p.m. Hawaii time]


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August 11, 2007

JIM GOAD, interviewed by Bill Brent

Greetings, reader. This is an essay I wrote during Jim Goad's visit to Hawaii in April 2007 and expanded as I found time over the next four months. This accompanies the interview I did with Jim that day, which I present here in four segments of roughly twelve minutes each, every Saturday for four weeks. Click on the audio player below to hear segment number one of four. —Bill Brent

070405jimgoadhilocowboyApril 5, 2007, 7:57 a.m.

Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd. —Dame Edith Sitwell, poet, 1887-1964

Jim Goad has been visiting us for the past couple of days, and tonight he leaves for Honolulu to stay in a Waikiki hotel room that has been paid for by a reader he has never met, and probably never will. They corresponded over the Internet, and she was going to show him Oahu, but apparently she balked and rented him a room instead. She has not been returning his calls.

Jim leads a charmed or a cursed life, depending on how you look at it. Although he would probably deny it, I think he may be that rare example of a pure artist, one who survives on his wits and creative skills alone. Perhaps "pioneer" is a word that Jim would more readily identify with; more on that later. He claims he is not good at business — negotiating contracts and such — although he is arguably one of the smartest people I know. I guess this confirms one hypothesis I have, which is that the brilliant often don't concern themselves with the "petty details" of life, although it is often in such details that we establish or deny our security.

Yet Jim has a strong sense of self-preservation, as do I. Perhaps that's the main reason I like him. He carries himself with a physical sureness that I find appealing, although I am sure it intimidates others. No wonder he runs into men who pick fights with him; they must find his confidence a threat to their fragile masculine egos. No doubt, this is also what many women find attractive about him. This, too, threatens some men. There's a bit of the High Plains Drifter about Jim, that mysterious Stranger destined for mayhem.

So often we try to describe someone by reducing him to analogies. Yet perhaps this one will serve:

We've been having a bit of a misadventure trying to track down poi. With this visit to Hawaii, Jim has now visited all fifty states. Jim makes a point of experiencing the indigenous cuisine, wherever he goes, so naturally he would choose the one Hawaiian dish that nearly everyone associates with the Hawaiian Islands. Moreover, poi is simple — it's mashed taro root — and therefore it would seem readily available. Yet by my count we checked at six grocery stores yesterday, and not one of them had poi in stock. Restaurants specializing in authentic Hawaiian cuisine are scarce — the Yellow Pages list one place in Kona, and one in Hilo — and the Hilo place (really just a lunch counter with takeout and maybe a table or two) was closed when we visited the other evening around 7 p.m., although its Yellow Pages ad states, "open for lunch and dinner."

Other local specialties – musubi (SPAM sushi) and the loco moco — are widely available, yet each was invented by some cook in a kitchen within the past century, and thus are about as "authentic" as the Chinese fortune cookie, which was similarly invented by an enterprising California baker in the early 20th century.

Well, we finally cornered the elusive poi at an overpriced tourist trap called The Coconut Grill, where the food was mediocre at best, and the service so abysmal that Jim left the tip beneath the water glass — a dollar bill folded down to the size of a bitter pill.

Jim's focus on the quintessential strikes me as a trait shared by the best scientists and artists, along with the most spiritually evolved among us. Those who persist in the name of discovery can settle for nothing less. Those who cut away ruthlessly at discouragement and distraction are rare souls, probably because most of us don't really want to hear, in the words of Boyd McDonald, the shameless fucking truth. My friend Romy describes this as "bare-bricks reality." It is in pursuing truth that we have the best shot at achieving real freedom — yet "man is born free and everywhere he is in chains," Jim told me yesterday, quoting Rousseau.

Rousseau's novels inspired the leaders of the French revolution. Often it has been the writer-philosophers who are most keenly attuned to the winds of change, and thus can offer a set of guiding principles during troubled times. Jim would scoff at the notion that he had any such guidance to offer, but I can see that some of the principles he embodies include:

– the courage to change;

– the courage to move through life without the security of the pack;

– the curiosity to try new things and even seek them out with passion.

Of course, such foresight is a blessing and a curse. It's tough to see through the obfuscation of powerful social codes that benefit a few and keep the rest of us fighting with each other. The few gifted have-nots such as Jim who point out these codes are usually shunned as heretics. It's a case of killing the messenger, though, when the point is to heed the message. Were we to do that, and live up to its demands, we would have to stop fighting each other (as did the ancient Hawaiians when they sat down to poi) and seek ways to improve or even abolish the corrupt aspects of our culture, even when this called for revolt. Instead, while the have-nots bicker over whether, for instance, racial or class inequality is the greater social bane — one shining example of distraction — those already consolidated in power remain undistracted by such vagaries, and thus they prevail and prosper.

Freedom implies change. The courage to change is one of the fundamental traits of strong character. Men of strong character are often condemned by those who lack it. All positive change brings about destruction of old, non-functional behaviors and outmoded ways of thinking. If we are not proactive, then, we are doomed to being re-active, which is rarely if ever a position of strength.

The quintessentialists learn this lesson early in life.

I think [artists] create because they have to. Because they were people who just happened to see things a little bit differently than the rest of the world, and because of that they're ridiculed and persecuted as kids. And some of us turned those feelings and that hurt inside and used it to try and create something that we can show to people and say, "Here. You think I'm weird? This is how you look to me. This is my view of the world." And it's not something you can choose whether or not to do; it's something you're driven to do. —Billy Zoom, musician, interviewed by Mark Prindle, 2004

Someone I once pointed at Jim's NetJerk Lounge remarked that there was a lot of "hostility" on display there. Strangely, this hadn't occurred to me. We live in hostile times. So why would the writer-philosopher's focus on the quintessential exclude projections of hostility? How could one even begin to tell the truth of our time without it? Jim once wrote that "the only pioneers are those who give voice to the ugliest corridors of their unconscious without fear of censure from any quarter." I propose a corollary premise: that such a pioneer sheds light upon our culture's ugliest corridors without self-censure or fear.

Sometimes, though, Jim strikes me as his own worst … publicist. His willingness to present himself and his views in a less than flattering light may be honest, but it is sure to alienate many listeners. On the other hand, this lack of sugar-coating is yet another example of quintessentialism. All humans are flawed, and those of us willing to present our flaws (including our flawed yet evolving views) without apology or self-censure will have it rough at times. Perhaps Jim's saving grace in that regard is his sense of humor, in particular his willingness to laugh at himself. He and I share this trait, as well as some fairly brutal early life experiences. Perhaps it is all one, and humor is the intellect's natural defense against early wrongs. In any case, I know that it is not virtue that redeems a wounded soul, it is laughter.

As a life-artist, Jim Goad is a work in progress, one who poses us with the challenge to evolve … or perish. To my mind, his message, more through his example than through his words, is this: you can lead your life, or let it lead you.



RELATED LINKS:

Link to Amazon com Buy JIM GOAD'S GIGANTIC BOOK OF SEX and LitBoy.com gets a commission.

Check out Jim Goad's website.
- Buy his fine products direct [click on the "4sale" link] and support Jim's creative vision.
- Read the NetJerk Lounge [click on the "lounge" link].
- Read essays by Jim [click on the "words" link], and more.

Check out Jim's MySpace page, listen to song selections, and read news of Jim's musical pursuits, including any scheduled appearances.

Meet Karlsson/Stephenson, and listen to selections from their album, dog. Brief clips of the album are used as intro and outro music for the various interview segments. Special thanks to Rob Stephenson for mastering the interview audio files.

Check out the MySpace page for composers Mikael Karlsson and Rob Stephenson.




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.08.15, 6:45 p.m. Hawaii time]


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July 14, 2007

NOVEL-WRITING LOG: 3 days and counting

Pin1980biaframayorswvPUNK.

Today's written product is punk-influenced. Last night, I took a break from writing and watched Julien Temple's documentary, Link to Amazon com The Filth and the Fury - A Sex Pistols Film (2000), which chronicles the rise and fall of the Sex Pistols. It has the stench of truth — a garbage strike that lasted multiple years (a decade, if Johnny Rotten's claim is accurate) and abysmal dental hygiene figure prominently in the sensory-based details. (And the scene of the punk boys gleefully serving cake to the kids on Christmas Day is worth the price of admission.)

Bbearly90shulalevWatching made me realize (again) how much of my own work has been influenced by this impulse — and it is clear that punk is an impulse, not just some aesthetic that can be reduced to a fun and frisky use of safety-pins and hair-coloring. The impulse of dissent is what keeps the culture moving forward, however sluggishly, in its race against entropy. Fuck it, punk says, the culture is already corrupt beyond belief, so let's shred it a new one. This impulse shook loose about 500 new words for the right-brain novel today, on a day when I was so beat from this novel-writing marathon that I had to take a three-hour nap in the middle of the day, after sleeping perhaps nine hours last night.

It's also the walks that bring on the words. Sometimes, if I am completely stuck, I can go for a walk and bring back at least two or three fresh ideas, as I did just now. You can't always count on the muse to show up (and the more you expect her, the less likely she is to oblige), but perhaps it's worth remembering Nietzsche's bold claim that "all truly great thoughts are conceived while walking." And, of course, it's very healthy to walk on a regular basis anyhow — click HERE, for instance, for a good article about the powerful benefits of walking.

I didn't have any coffee at all today, by the way — I thought about it around 3:30 (after my three-hour nap) and realized how absurd it would be to brew a pot at that hour, especially after twelve hours of sound sleep over the past eighteen. If one cannot make it through the rest of the day without caffeine at that point, then I suppose one might have a real problem.

So, anyhow, I went for a walk, and added a bit to the word count.


Bill's Left-Brain Novel,
as of July 14, 2007:

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69,885 / 90,000
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Bill's Right-Brain Novel,
as of July 14, 2007:

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35,809 / 50,000
(71.6%)


Today's net gain: 741 words. Not bad for a day of near-total meltdown.



Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.07.15, 10:15 p.m. Hawaii time]


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July 01, 2007

NOVEL-WRITING LOG: 16 days and counting

MakeazineSomeone wants to republish the first book I ever wrote in a brand-new second edition. This is extremely cool. I sure hope it happens.

Work is going okay. I am burnt-out on both novels at the moment, but of course that will pass, and meanwhile I continue to write anyhow. What, you thought I was a big baby or something?

Don't answer that.

But you could pay me an allowance anyway — why, the Tip Jar is here at the top of this page. [cue Dr. Frank N. Furter: "It's just a click to the left...."]

Meanwhile (as I'm holding my breath), here's the tally to date:


Bill's Left-Brain Novel,
as of July 1, 2007:

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69,829 / 90,000
(77.6%)


Bill's Right-Brain Novel,
as of July 1, 2007:

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23,685 / 50,000
(47.4%)


Just a reminder that my birthday is on the 17th of this month, and that's my self-imposed deadline for the first draft of at least one of these muthas.



Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.07.02, 12:25 a.m. Hawaii time]


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June 26, 2007

NOVEL-WRITING LOG: 21 days and counting

I haven't done an update to the novel-writing log in close to a week, so here goes.

Today was a rough day, and perhaps the closest I've been to full-blown depression in quite a while. I woke up feeling a vague sense of dread, and no, it wasn't just because this is the day my interview was supposed to broadcast over the Internet. (Actually, that didn't happen, since they moved up the broadcast by a week and didn't tell me. So it has already aired, and archived, even ... so if you're curious, you can hear it by clicking here: HealthyLife.net, Bill Brent interview with host Ann Sanders).

Anyway, I got up, made myself some strong coffee, sat on the living room couch with my mug, and cried intermittently while reviewing memories of my early life.

Suffice to say that I am cleaning up some very old business that isn't part of my current life, so that I can let it go and move into the next phase with clear, creative purpose, unclouded by the past judgments of unqualified others. Or, as I like to say:

You cannot be a fierce force if you are always apologizing for it.

So when the going gets tough, the tough (er, um, that's moi, sports fans) ... well, we crawl back into bed, since even sitting at this keyboard can be overwhelming at a moment of nearly intolerable malaise.

And then the tough ... well, we grab ourselves an empty Mead notebook and a comfy pen, and we write a thousand charmed and golden words into the right-brain novel, and all is well again.

Ha ha. Bet that's not what you were expecting me to say just now.

In other words, the tough kicked major butt today. I thought I would lie down and take a nap, but then I could see the wall of fear — that I would have nothing to say, but even worse, that I wouldn't even try. God, I hate resignation. Gah. So I stared at that blank page and tore down the wall. No room allowed for hesitation or doubt. Forty-five minutes later, maybe an hour (I wasn't keeping time), I had filled over ten double-spaced pages in my college-ruled, no longer empty notebook.

And now they're typed, even! So I can include them in today's word count.

In other news, I uprooted a fairly well entrenched Albizia sapling during yesterday's early evening walk and dragged it back home. It took me several return visits to wrench the root out of the earth. Dang, the taproot on this thing must be four feet long. It is still attached to the remaining piece of trunk, so the whole contraption would make an impressive single-tail whip. These trees are horrid, invasive aliens that destroy our native growth forest. Meanwhile, they grow into expensive pests that damage the roads with their root system and cost a lot to remove if you don't yank 'em while they're young. Maybe I will have a picture of my vanquished invader to post soon, but no promises.

Here's today's tally:

Bill's Left-Brain Novel,
as of June 26, 2007:

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68,919 / 90,000
(76.6%)

Bill's Right-Brain Novel,
as of June 26, 2007:

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20,918 / 50,000
(41.8%)



Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.06.26, 6:55 p.m. Hawaii time]


LitBoy.com is a professional blog. Keeping it online costs me $200 per year. That's before paying me for my writing, photography, or anything else I do here. If you enjoy this blog, please use the Tip Jar at the top of this page. Your two-dollar minimum donation helps keep this banner-free site alive. It's quick and easy!

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June 18, 2007

NOVEL-WRITING LOG: There's something about "Monday" (29 days and counting)

Here's to serendipity.

Today it paid to be obsessive — er, meticulous and scrupulous. I spent much of the day reviewing my life history from roughly 2002 to 2004 (a/k/a Bill's "Lost" Period). I have a pretty good system set up for keeping the chronicle organized (journal entries, letters, etc.), and it's geared to make retrieving what I want as painless as possible.

So I was trying to dredge up a moment from about four years ago. I had lost my enterprise in 2002 due to a bad business deal. I'd left the city and was trying to figure out just who I wanted to be when I grew up, once I awoke from my grief.

Meanwhile, I was partying to numb the pain. It was Monday morning, around 6 a.m., and I was seated on the cozy bed of the small-town pot dealer who owned the rustic house on the hill. He was toasting cynically to the poor S.O.B.'s who were just then dragging their sorry butts out of bed and preparing to start the work week ... whereas the four of us present at his place were winding down our little orgy. I was starting to think seriously about getting some sleep.

So, yes, he'd defied the work ethic, but (seeing as he'd managed to con nearly every major player in town once or twice) he'd also defied community respect and, as I would soon come to learn, much in the way of self-respect or self-knowledge. Isolation couched in defiance looks rather grim on an aspiring sextogenarian, but that was his bargain with the world, and for the motley crew of crank-sniffing, pot-smoking, beer-swilling party-dudes just then assembled at his place, he was a rebel hero. For a moment, thanks to him, we established a beachhead of solidarity in the war against the normal.

Ho-hum. You ever notice how guys like this love to talk politics — they've got an opinion on everything — but the last thing they can acknowledge is their own set of shortcomings?

Anyhow, just then, he said something rather memorable that included the word "Monday." So today I searched for any documents containing the word "Monday," just to see if I had made note of his toast, or could otherwise summon my description of the scene.

Well, no. However, in the process, I've now summoned and shared it with you ... and I've learned a lot about my own Mondays.

I tend to like them. A lot of work gets done. It's a day of lists and calls and reflections on the weekend. Even during my relatively short partying phase, I made a bad slacker. I still got things done. I got caught up on two years' worth of unfiled taxes and successfully filed for bankruptcy (my lawyer's aide said I had the most "fabulous" set of paperwork he'd seen in a dozen years on the job); I started a new enterprise; I maintained an extensive correspondence with many business colleagues and friends. I traveled around the country on a shoestring budget. There were business projects I could have backed out of, but I'd made commitments to colleagues, and I kept my promises as much as I could. I continued to write my own work and get it published.

So, anyhow, here's to Mondays, and to all of us who've fallen into the cracks and are making an earnest effort to crawl out and get our lives back on track.

During today's meanderings (I must have read through eighty documents), I managed to paste another 1,200 words into the first draft of the right-brain novel. It's a mess, but it's my mess, which means it's at least a sequentially organized mess that has something to do with moving the plot ahead. The boy can't help it. So here's today's tally:


Bill's Left-Brain Novel,
as of June 18, 2007:

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66,674 / 90,000
(74.1%)
[unchanged]

 

Bill's Right-Brain Novel,
as of June 18, 2007:

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19,068 / 50,000
(38.1%)




Wishing you a beautiful day,

Bill Brent


[this page last updated: 2007.06.19, 12:35 a.m. Hawaii time]


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