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About Me


There couldn't be a more interesting dull person on the face of the planet, but I will do my best to give you an accurate portrayal of myself. I was born in Bloomington, Indiana - the infant child of an Opera Singer, and a late 60's Rock Star (Bass Player & Vocal Arranger for the band "Spanky and Our Gang")Now, I'm me - just me. I'm known by many names as my personality has something of a teceract quality to it. When I go out, I'm Minuett. When I'm at home, I'm just, well... ME! When I DJ, I'm LunaC or just Luna. And the rest of the time, I'm just pretty confussed.I'm a guitariste and composer with emphasis on orchestration, film music, electronica, and programing. I can also play the piano, the violin, the bagpipes and the Gaelic Harp. I started late in the game with music but caught up fast. My dad used to say I was a "Chip off the Old Bach"I also enjoy other mediums of art. Film, photography, visual art, theater, poetry, dance, performance art, whatever you can present me with.I recently had a stint in the hospital. On the downside, My liver failed, and I almost died. On the upside - I lost a whole person in weight, and I've never felt better. I shouldn't be alive right now, but I am, and every day from now on is a gift I don't plan to waste. Live in the moment - because the moment is all you have. If you're intersted in more of this story - msg me. I don't feel like writing out the whole damn thing on my main page.There's more but you get the general idea from here.

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I'd like to meet:

People with similar interests in Music, Film, Work, and Play. People who love the nightlife as much as I do. People in the industry. Most of all people who share a similar sense of humor. ____________________ The guy holding up this ball of mud we call EARTH! _______________George Bush Jr. and a blowtorch. _____________________________WHO I DON'T WANT TO MEET: _______________________________ Anyone who uses some crappy gang sign in your pictures. You don't look cool - You look like a palsy victim. If you have done this, you need to go jump into a f*ckin volcano. Make that sign in front of me PLEASE so I have an excuse to break your f*ckin fingers! ___________________ Any woman who took her pics in her mismatched underwear. You don't look sexy, you look like a f*ckin slut. Don't send me an add or an invite. I'm so f*ckin far from interested. _______________________________ Any person whose pic is one they took of the top of their head. What the f*ck is that? I don't care about your f*ckin scalp. I don't care if George Miret did your hair. Take a picture of your face you jackass! _______ Anyone under the age of sixteen. Seriously, if you're sixteen or younger and your reading this shit, get the f*ck of your computer. There's a whole world outside with sun and sky and air, and even REAL people. Your parents should break your damn computer. _______________ Above the rest - Any jerkoff who takes a picture for myspace holding a gun. You don't look cool, you look chilly. Do us all a favor - drop your cell phone camera and stumble to catch it. With any luck, the gun will go off, you'll blow your dick off, and then be unable to spawn any offspring as stupid as you are.

My Blog

Repaired

And what is the truth?  To me or to anyone walking, what is left behind? And then there is the burden that is carrything around the past and gone.  And after the rain of years has past,...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 13:08:00 GMT

Ritual Suicide

They've confiscated the alter.  LOL But really, I suppose suicidal thoughts might be hilarious on a different day.  I didn't think thanksgiving would be such an awful day.  He doesn't r...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 23:54:00 GMT

How Many Directions Can the Twins Be Torn To?

Destroy me both of you!  One of you with harsh words meant only to burn holes into what remains of my soul as it dies slowly within me.  The other, only purposed to destroy me with your viol...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 21:03:00 GMT

Queen Mabe Sleeps Here

And where am I to folly now. Twisting and wandering aimlessly like a child with an empty easter basket kissing candy goodbye on s sweet Sunday morning.   I am Queen Mabe, who struggles not to be...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 04:11:00 GMT

Glowing the Gemini Sun

I stand here beneat the Gemini sun that glows and burns and sings and then collapses. I like to hold in my hand the colored glass bottles that call me into their poison, and seduce me into the realms...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 06:35:00 GMT

The Beackoning

In a room dressed all in purple where everyone forgets, live I with my shadows. They are cast through my window, and screaming at me with their dead eyes and harsh phrases.   In a room dressed al...
Posted by on Wed, 31 May 2006 18:53:00 GMT

Fantasie

Ten-thousand sick thoughts rotting contagious in my mind like the dead eyes of time staring back at me. So now I sit here peeling my eyelids off the walls of my eggshell skull. I'm wishing I were as...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 05:41:00 GMT

The Morning Love

I am in my own peice of time, and with me is the morning love. My only ecstacy, coming through my senses and into my soul. The music and it's beauty call me away from reality. Just for those few momen...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 06:28:00 GMT

Map of the Spirit

And then came the inconsequential tale of the modern Gothic, composed of fragmented elements and thrown together in unmusical geometric patterns. There is life and there is death. And happiness ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 May 2006 23:55:00 GMT

And Where Did the Platform Pictures Go?

It just turned 5:40, and so the moon is still releasing its nice little glimmer onto the shiney gravel of the streets.  The harder I look at them, the more they look like pretty wet stars in the ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 May 2006 08:37:00 GMT