Tales from the Skinner Box

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Member Since: 7/21/2007
Band Website: http://www.garageband.com/artist/skinnerbox
Band Members: michael meredyth- delusion of granduer, guitars, programming and production, such as it is, bass, electric mandolin, scribbler and resident megalomaniac /// pete ranger- the conduit, technical consultant and end user support, guitars, and accessory before, during and after the fact//// other known associates and occasional conspiritors:jim "zen" stanley- keeper of the secret nickname, guitars, bass, usul: the pillar//// paul "trebBle/klef-millhouse"-van hout- . orignal co-conspiritor and fellow instigator of sonic perversion (o.c.a.f.i.o.s.p.) turntables and programming, webcam cowboy/////// xenomorph pending ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ please also check oot-^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^it's a co-op type thang i've conspired with to subvert the general sense of stifling conformity run by my good friend ^dvsk^ (at least that's his name this week haha!)he's from texas, he's brooding, and uber-cool. the site features art of various forms including the visual and literary.please aslo check out some great music from my friends at reverb nation (you'll see them in my myspce topfriends also)^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Matt Hopkins ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ one helluva powerful drummer (i'm so jealous with my little sequencer program!) with some eclectic tunes and plenty of 'em- NTNA (the nyne on myspace) my favourite canadians, fellow experimentalists (i dunno if that's a real word, but i like it anyway) with a bluish tinge and good friends
Influences: when i was the impressionable age of eleven, i was simultaneously privileged and unfortunate enough to be sent, by my well meaning parents, to an all boys christian brothers school. this was presumably to improve my future career prospects and form me into a well rounded, well mannered young man.the school was far from the heady heights of some of the more elitist rich kids schools but still had a reputation as a ’good school" and was thought to offer a level of education above what was being offered by the public system. not the cheapest investment for my parents either, who both worked their arses off to send me to this "good school" and pay the considerable school fees required so they could offer my brother and myself a better start in life than they had.how were they to know, having not attended an institution of this nature themselves.many moments which highlight this falsehood sold to well meaning parents stay with me to this day. in the somewhat cathartic and introspective mood i find myself in at what is 2 in the morning here. i will share one such example with all who care to read on.having attended this conformity farm parading as a house of great learning for two years, i was now in my first year of high school. in this yeaar it was compulsory for all students to complete one semester of orchestra lessons (violin for everyone to begin with). at the end of the semester grades were given out of the following :a= strongly encouraged to continue, has a great amount of natural talentb= will be accepted if the student wishes to continue, has potential (probably destined for the more unsung roles of the orchestra such as bassoon or triangle)c= not encouraged to continue but will be considered, dependant upon class numbersi, of course received a very firm c grade (this was around the time of the genesis of political correctness so there were no actual failing grades, but the implication was clear enough)needless to say, with my pubescent dreams of musical stardom still fresh, i was somewhat taken aback by this dismissal of my musical abilitiesoh, i nearly forgot to mention that on the wall the teacher had placed a banner printed on the old school type of computer paper with the holes on the sides,which read "violins are the most important instruments in the world". particularly ironic considering the rented highly lacquered , Taiwanese plywood boxes we were supplied with, as my best friend (who, incidentally, has quite a great deal of classical musical training, having played viola in various well known youth orchestras) points outi can’t help but think that this may have contributed, in no small way, to my current passionate disrespect/disregard for conventional song structures etc. the vindictive prick lurking inside me would like to track those fuckers down and pipe an endless loop of my most chaotic sonic experiments into their homes and present places of employment until they feel the need to commit self harm as a distraction from my deviance from "correct" musical composition. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HA- please note maniacal laughter)but , back in the real world (well sort of) i am far too lazy to pursue such vendettas, petty though i am. instead this recovering catholic (i saw jimmy page with that slogan on a t-shirt he was wearing once and thought it rather apt to my state of mind) shall continue to pollute and corrupt this virtual open stage with sonic and visual manipulations in my own particular idiom.so , at that i shall leave you, as tigger says TTFN (yes i AM seriously out of touch as far as net acronyms go, i don’t even know what in three shades of purple fuck "pwnd!" is supposed to mean. i know work a govt. job which actually has a four page glossary of departmental acronyms, how i crave a complete phrase or sentence here’s a few examples of what those narrow-minded have compelled me to produce. please eel free to share your self indulgent personal anecdotes as i have and/or some damn feed back for a change. come on , satisfy your inner critic. you know you want to.
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