| brain activity log
10.06.2007 - Sunday - 02:57 - Wrong place ?
It is very interesting to note that a lot of
people I admire, love, consider a friend
or have admired, loved, considered a friend in the
past are disappearing from this place.
They're simply going somewhere else to work,
have fun, live.
Most of them don't even spend time in criticizing
this place anymore: they simply leave.
Ugly ... and maybe a little bit scary too :/
02.06.2007 - Saturday - 03:33 - I know the pieces fit
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I know the pieces fit
cuz I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering,
fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed
will set two lovers souls in motion.
Disintegrating as it goes
testing our communication.
The light that fueled our fire
then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end
crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit
cuz I watched them tumble down.
No fault, none to blame
it doesnt mean I dont desire
to point the finger, blame the other,
watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together,
rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from
the squaring off between,
and the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit,
but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering,
strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough
to know the dangers of a second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow,
and strengthen our communication.
Cold silence has
a tendency to
atrophy any
sense of compassion.
Between supposed lovers.
Between supposed lovers.
And I know the pieces fit.
And I know the pieces fit.
And I know the pieces fit.
And I know the pieces fit.
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I've transcribed the intro and a part of the first verse. It's enough to explain most of the tricks
used in the song. The GP5 file is here.
It contains the parts for two guitars, bass, drums and a guitar-arranged voice melody.
It sounds really better with the RSE engine. Drop me a mail if you want the pdf.
30.05.2007 - Tuesday - 20:07 - A random video from NY
This is a random sax solo, from a random concert of a random
band in a totally random club somewhere in NY in a random weekday...
Click the image to download the video...
Ah.. and I've finally posted some random photos here :)
I'm off to the gym. Later ppl.
21.05.2007 - Monday - 11:35 - Diary Digest
Ok. A lot of things happened in the last month.
As usual in this period, I have a super amount of work.
It's ok: I can do it :)
I'm back from New York. Woah...
The place where I live is obviously not even comparable.
I'll post some photos (and maybe comments) soon.
Yes, Yes, I know, rigel is gone. Please welcome hydra :)
Yes, I know that the kvirc lists are not working
at the moment. I'm working on it...
Something is moving.
There is a placeholder on http://labs.pragmaware.net.
Going to buy a new car. The target is in the european C segment.
Something like "Mazda 3", "Fiat Bravo", "Seat Leon" or "Alfa Romeo 147".
Suggestions are welcome :)
I've missed a veeery strange (but cool) opportunity on Saturday. Too bad
it was soooo unexpected :(
Next saturday we're going to play in our city center with Ace Of Space
and an additional guest guitarist (Cucio Rox!!!). It will be fun :)
I've been working a little bit more on the
article about matrices.
This is also one of the starter projects for http://labs.pragmaware.net:
take a look here.
14.04.2007 - Saturday - 21:53 - Black
A question is how one blogs death. The very complex mental activity,
the tons of information recorded, the interaction with the outside world...
...all turn from reality into memories. Should one ?
I feel like my brain log should record this anyway.
She survived a world war. She survived the death
of her son. She survived a heart attack.
She survived the loneliness and the distance.
All with a great will to live and dedication.
Her brain never gave up. Her body did, today.
Love you Grandma.
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