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OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators

(OVO) Hoot! Hoot! Hear the owl call your name, you son of a bitch!

About Me

I am human thus I operate according to human nature.
I enjoy writing, reading, observing, being a parent and wandering around outdoors. Music is my passion and my daughter is my pride and my ultimate responsibility.
I am particular about my preferences. I hate when subpar bands attempt technicality. It ends up an obvious mishmash of slapped together bullshit. True musicians know how to run a line of cohesion through a piece.
I detest bands that can't fucking tell that their guitars are out-of-tune. I hate it even more when they audibly attempt to tune. It's obnoxious and unpresentable by an amateur or novice, although I have seen it utilized as a tool to great effect. They make these nifty little things they can plug their guitars into called "pitch tuners" that cost under $30.
I like good composition. Simplicity can be badass in its complexity. I think it's more impressive to see what a musician can accomplish within a strict parameters. Especially drummers. Those giagantic kits don't impress me one bit because it affords limitless possibilities of combos and encourages laziness. Throw that metal drummer on a stripped-down jazz kit and make him slow down. More often than not, he'll get pissed because he doesn't know what to do.
I love polyrhythms. I dig sneaky meter changes. I adore dynamics. Not enough people utilize tempo changes, as far as I am concerned. I like grooves. I like accents on upbeats.
I like a nice snappy snare sound. I like hollow body electric guitar tones. Old geetars make such beautiful sounds. Generally I find digital effects make weak tones but I've heard them tweaked to a point where they have almost hit the holy grail of sounding analog. But i find I only really detest the sound on recordings and when guitar players use them as a crutch. Recording analog without all the pro-tools tinkering really proves a band's chops and it sound so much better than all that uber-compressed shit everyone pumps out these days.
I am a vocalist but i still consider myself a musician. I hate one note wonders. Any fool motherfucker can scream or yell the same fucking note in a rhythmical pattern but it takes an artist to vocalize. I also hate when vocalists lack the ability to nuture their own voice. They instead imitate what they worship, blatantly infringing upon the style, tones, and phrasings of their favorite singer. It's one thing to inadvertently sponge, or pay homage, but I find meretricious imitation absolutely disgusting.
I hate rockstars and wanna be rockstars. Rockstars don't make music from the heart. They make it for their dick. This is why I have given up being in a committed band relationship. I make music to please myself and if someone happens to relate, well, good for them. I am glad I could provide provacation. Everyone else can fuck off. Leave me alone. I do not desire nor do I need your praise, acceptance or criticism.
And for the record, every cocky-ass musician I've crossed or have yet to cross should keep in mind that there is ALWAYS someone better than you out there and that there is no such thing as mastery of music because the potential for progression is limitless, at least in a human lifespan.
and also: I have awesome friends.
But I hate people.
Dating & Relationship Advice

My Interests

provacation, consumption, elimination, procrastination, sublimation, animation, creation, station

Music:

I have a bad habit of leaving the same CD in my car spinning for weeks at a time. This week: Cephalic Carnage Xenosapien.

Movies:

I want to watch a friday the 13th movie.

Television:

My TV show indulgence is Top Chef.

Books:

Berlin and I just joined the city libraries summer reading program.

Heroes:

never really seem to be around when you need them.

My Blog

Nobless Oblige

Smoke-scented air descends into my neighborhood.  The sky is hazy, the sun puts forth valiant effort to shine through but fails.  I cough.  Fires are no new experience for me.  At ...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 12:20:00 PST

opisthosoma

Saturday morning comes.  I'm up.  I'm lagging.  I hop in my beast of a car with Berlin in tow and drive to my mother's house.  She left the garage unlocked so I am able to access t...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Tue, 20 May 2008 01:18:00 PST

sole

A giant bead of sweat runs down my forehead and to my brown.  I bring my arm to my face and wipe it off.  One side of my bright green shorts rides up my thigh and I feel my legs jiggling.&nb...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Tue, 13 May 2008 06:04:00 PST

Down

He stands illuminated, bathed in a radiant light, towering above all. He basks in it, holding his arms out.  He is golden.  He is infallible.  He is the reason for the celebration. They...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 10:22:00 PST

Mud pies

I read the newspaper this morning and there was an article about the Haitian economy. Apperntly rising food prices has made it had for the poorest Hatians to buy food and guess what they eat in lieu o...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:06:00 PST

Waking from a dream-filled slumber

Sometimes I have extremely vivid dreams with a lot of detail.  I like to write them down so here's my dream from last night. The most memorable part had nothing to do with people.  I was sit...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 05:37:00 PST

read it and weep

So one of my sisters reads my last blog and tells my mom and tells her I had my boyfriend staying over here against her wishes while she was in California absconding for the holidays.  So my mom...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 07:02:00 PST

Orion, Anathemas, Christmas, and Peace

Orion has never been a friend of mine.  But I laugh because as he mocks me from his lofty position, he is eternally pursued by his bane, mighty Scorpio. Sic semper venator!  Mortally rebuke...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 07:29:00 PST

The GALL of it ALL

Last week I boasted to my mother about my lack of digestive problems.  I have such gastrointestinal fortitude; I don't get heartburn, constipation, or diarrhea from my consumption of any foods.&n...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 06:04:00 PST

Bitter peace.

Glassy eyes gleaming Focused on nothing Gawking in a singular direction. Gaping slack-jawed maws Gurgling issuing Garbled words are empty. You don't see me. I can't hear you. I can't stand you. I can'...
Posted by OTIS to you, Pedestrian Procrastinators on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:45:00 PST