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I think I liked you better
When all I had of you was your music

I knew you better then.
I know you less the more time I spend

Sent from my iPod

so here is the core of my problem with SOCAN right now. i acknowledge that they are the only game in town, and that means that my argument is basically just an empty gripe.


My problem is that we are paying a levy on blank media (CD's right now, possibly hard drives/mp3 players in the future) which is explained as being a way to give royalties to bands. However, a band which is heard only on that taxed blank media, and not widely published or played on national radio, would recieve none of that money.

So, we have a tax for bands that never actually gets to the bands. That shouldnt exist. If SOCAN is limited and therefore cannot consider the internet and mp3players when paying out royalties, fine. but what gives them the right to tax the medium that they admit they cant represent in their royalties?

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Everyone is sitting around grooving to tired music,

Waiting for the good times to come.

Everyone is talking to each other about things they don't really care
about

Waiting for the good times to come.

Everyone drinks just

a little more than they need to,

Waiting for the good times to come.

Sent from my iPod

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This is a song I wrote. If you would like to hear it, it's available
on the Plastic Chair Explosion facebook page.

This is a story i've told before

I've lost a lot of things, lost a lot of beautiful things

This is a story you've heard before

I've lost a lot of things, lost a lot of goddamn things.

And you lend me your ear, your ear, your ear,

And you're trying to hear, to hear, to hear,

My words are hanging in the air

But they're not right, so I can't share

I tell you I've lost a lot of beautiful things,

But without my memories, how can you know what that means?

Sent from my iPod

finished his first semester at college. completely finished it. COMPLETELY FINISHED IT. oh god that feels good to say. I am free. Till jan 1st. then im back into this completely fulfilling challenge.

Dear God,

You better hope you arent real because if you are I swear to... er... YOU that Im gunna come up there and kick your ass when Im dead.

Snow and fire and walks in nature and nostalgia and romance and my memories of childhood christmas on the farm. The image of a forest covered in snow seen through the living room window strikes me.

every human being deserves to be happy. I truly believe there is nothing a human can ever do to lose this right. Independantly and personally figuring out how to become happy without adversely affecting other people's independant and personal attempts at finding happiness is the problem, of course, but please do your best to never forget that underneath that, no human can lose his or her right to happiness.

im growing up in a world slowly transforming into a transhumanist state.

where is value? what is valuable? what counts? what happens when what was valuable by the nature of its scarcity is now no longer scarce? is it still valuable?

does anyone know whether or not Im really trying? I dont think Ill ever feel like Im trying hard enough. I have eyes that see what I can do for miles and miles, but my knees are weak and Im somewhere else.

Its so heartbreaking to spend time doing a good job, when that job isnt what feels right. When what feels right is wandering and writing and listening and singing and chasing the minds of pretty women.

so im sitting in the upper level of the VIU library, and it kind of hits me all at once as I look out the window. Our friggin province is beautiful! mountains everywhere, forests, the ocean, ahh. soo good.

alright so we are all responsible for finding meaning, and we all each individually get to decide what is meaningful. Ok I think I get that part.

now you get people bumping into each other. Hey, look at that person over there. s/he finds that meaningful, and not that. And that other person finds that other thing meaningful, but not that thing. And that person looks like they find everything meaningful, but you arent sure if they really do. And that person doesnt seem to find anything meaningful.

And here I am, trying to figure out which ideas and things I care about and which I dont. Most of the time, however, instead of figuring that out, I just spend my time trying to understand other people's choices about THEIR preferences.

AHA! then I look at one of theirs, and say, "NO, that one isnt a good one" and I see another choice and I say "YES, that one is a good one". So Im figuring out my meanings by looking at yours and yours and yours and interpreting how they make me feel. Hmm.

my life is a finite amount of water. the world is an infinite amount of thirsty mouths, each crying out at me in different languages.

all of the basic things I know about myself, I learned when I was 13 years old. IVe been interpreting that knowledge and trying to express it since.

music is whatever you want it to be

I played probably my best show yet this evening.

All artists are con artists

today was a school day. I had 2 exams and 3 classes. ahh.. I am holding on, but barely.

Thanksgiving is a project where a guy sings and makes music. He is quiet and sincere, and I like him!

My mind is wandering, and suddenly im filled with a warm feeling.

The feeling is... hmm.

It feels like Im filled with a calm understanding of some big thing, like a way of being, or the connections between a bunch of things.

I wonder how many artistic endeavors are attempts at creating something that instills the listener/viewer with that feeling?

Gearing up for some crazy stuff. school is a monster which I shall slay. Music is a woman which I shall lay. cooking and cleaning is domestic stuff, which is ok. and my life is just fine this way!

my values are fighting each other this evening.
In this corner, we have Integrety.

Integrety likes long walks on the beach and reflecting to make sure that my actions "feel right", reflect who I am at my core. Integrety also helps me find out where that core is through my emotions of "that feels right" and "that doesnt feel right"

And in this corner, we have Kindness.

Kindness likes to be happy, and make other people happy. Kindness will sacrifice its own happiness if it benefits people it cares about, and/or for the group as a whole. Kindness analyzes social situations, tells me which action is least likely to make people feel bad, and tells me to do that.

ROUND ONE, FIGHT!

busy busy busy

shows and school and practice and trips.

hey cool kids

please dont overlook us

we dont look as happy

and we arent as easy to love

but please dont overlook us

hey cool kids

we know how it feels

and when your nice faces say the words about the times it felt like that

and how it seperates you guys in a nice way

well, we feel that too

we just cant put on the nice face and say it like you.

so, cool kids,

please dont overlook us

we have so much in common!

ive got so many questions

like

why did you stop talking to me when I stopped talking to you?

didnt you know that I only stopped initiating the conversation because I wanted YOU to come to ME?

and what does it mean that you wouldnt come to me if I stopped coming to you?

where does motivation come from? what affects it? what kind of people motivate me?

what kind of people take away my motivation? which kind am I to you?

where do moods come from? why do bad moods come at the least convienient times?

why am I happy when being sad makes more sense?

why am I sad when being happy would make things go so much more smoothly?

why arent I more productive?

why am I capable of imagining intense, dramatic, nervous energy-creating experiences?

woke up

talk with bashu

poster stuff for upcoming show

watch Where The Wild Things Are

hang with seth, brandon, joeann

see a cool show at the cambie

have good meetings with people

come home

sleep