Stegor
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11/24/2007 11:02:28 PM
That sounds good to me, Loren. As long as nobody was telling me to change this or that or ad more of that there or sorry, not quite what we're looking for, start over. As it is I'm a designer/illustrator/animator which 20 years ago I thought was going to be my dream job, but I have to deal with a lot of that. The problem with commercial work whether it's music or film or art is needing to please someone else. So instead I make music that nobody has to like but me! Well, and the other guys in the band but that's rarely a problem. Except when I throw odd time signatures at them, then I think they hate me:(
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Chris Hance
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11/25/2007 6:17:59 AM
Hey Loren, howz it goin'?
Well I have already been blessed with a dream life,
For six years I ran an old croft house in the scottish highlands,
I truly lived the good life, and was pretty much self sufficent, low carbon, organic producer of veg and poultry as well as bartering goats milk for other supplies,
I collected windfall from the woods for winter fuel, so my costs were minimal.
I rose at dawn every day(earlier in winter) to tend my goats, chickens, even turkeys were produced :)
I had no boss, no rent(I owned the croft), and no real worries,
I played 2 gig a week with a band called Subtle Impact, mainly country, nothing glamorous, a lot of "highland league" football social clubs, small bars, no big bucks, the occasional wedding ...ugggghhhh....but just enough cash to provide the incentive.
When I wasnt working the croft, I basically "enjoyed" the sort of permanant holiday,
I had plenty time to write and record, and spent a lot of time playng.
But one winter, I got sick wit cold, we had 128 days of snow, with the lowest temp being minus 27c.
I never quite got over the sickness, and a guy had come up from edinburgh to visit, he gave me some mdma, and I started to listen to "FSOL", "The Shamen", loads of ravy stuff and thought, this cool, mentalists doing weird stuff with synths yay!
But anyway, the mdma made me yearn for the lights of the city and I sold the croft and moved here to this dump inna housing estate..............,
I soon got into debt, and had so much bad health and bad luck that I have definately used up some lives,(my inner cat),
But just this year things have started to turn back for me after ten years of hell, I have payed off a five figure sum of debt,
So now I feel almost "free"again, and ready to start dreaming.................:)
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11/25/2007 7:52:22 AM
My dream life would be one where I didn't need money to live, where I never had to do anything I didn't feel like doing. Let's see, what else.. there would be a different woman for every imaginable need with a wide variety of looks. Several of them could actually hold up their end of the conversation. Maybe I'd have a sportscar, I never had one of those. I'd live by the ocean. Neil Young, Paul McCartney and Pete Townshend would be my neighbors, and Juliette Lewis would be a pal around buddy. haha
oh and my health would be great, I'd have the fountain of youth in my backyard. I'd also have a whole array of vintage pinball machines and a nice stash of, well, let's not get into that. :)
I might also have a bunch of gold records on my wall. Would all this be too much to ask ?
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