Thank You To My Fans

I have learned that my music is loved by dozens of web-crawling bots. They pretend they are interested only in cataloging web content from anywhere and everywhere across the internet but I know they dig it.


In Which I Solve Everything

We are being torn apart by two instinctual drives: 1) to order the chaos in front of us by identifying patterns and making generalizations from those and 2) identifying with a group/tribe/identity. When person A makes a generalization about a class of people and person B identifies with the targeted class and person B knows/thinks the generalization is untrue of themselves, then they become skeptical of the generalization and the message in general. This leads to the us vs. them divisions that now dominate us. We need to both be careful how we phrase things and question who we are identifying with and why.

I am now ready to receive my Nobel Peace Prize.


Why Do I Keep Putting Music Up?

I feel fortunate that creating music gives me a form of emotional relief. It doesn't really matter if anyone else likes it or even if I like what I made (sometimes I don't) -- the reward is in the making of it. I feel fortunate that I have this.

Anyway, that's what I tell myself instead of crying about the fact that I have no fans.


Just an Image I Made that I Like


Entropy Wins

I have disabled the flash-based music player that used to be over there to the right because flash sucks, but you can still play my music by clicking on the song titles on my music page.

Actually, the broken flash widget is still there, but invisible. I don't have the heart to delete it yet.


Thoughts of the Day

So, pursuant to the vertigo thing I saw a neurologist who ordered an MRI. I am claustrophobic in very particular ways. One of them is having my arms restricted in any way. MRI machines are basically space-coffins they stuff you into. My neurologist prescribed me two valium to help out and I visited the facility ahead of time and I'm hardly the first to have this problem and I look at the machine and it looks reasonably large and they promise me I'll have earplugs and music and my eyes can be covered or I can look into a mirror that's angled to show outside the MRI death-squeeze tunnel and so I figure I will give this a shot. The entire fucking time I was agonizing over not being able to squeeze the fucking panic fucking bulb. I made it but it was a living hell. Or maybe a living hell a bit dulled by two valium.

P.S. Turns out my vertigo is actually a case of my actually being balanced and the rest of the world being the ones who are out of whack. Yeah, you.


What Does That Button Do?



I want to start a blog, I swear I do.


More Music?

I have recently resumed producing what could arguably be called music. I have stuff here and much of the same stuff there.



My contribution to the human race: RAVALAMP. Put this thing on your cellphone at a club and hold it up and be the envy of all your dumb friends.

You're welcome.


What Happened to this Place?

I was hacked. It was fairly intricate stuff the hacker left behind so I backed up some images and music and wiped the rest. I wasn't using WordPress much and so it seemed like overkill, so I canned all of that. I fully intended to blog regularly when I put it up but, well, I wouldn't be me if I actually accomplished anything I started.

Anyway, I put some more music up (look over to the right). As usual, feel free to take what you want and use it however you like, although I'd prefer you don't use it for war crimes. Most of the newer stuff I put up is very rough drafts. That not-finishing-things thing strikes again.

A dramatization of the hacking of