Time Traveler Finds Love in the Future

New song. That's about it.

http://soundcloud.com/contradictingcliche/time-traveler-finds-love-in

My Bike

So here it is. I got this bike about two months ago, I think. A friend was kind enough to give me a frame, complete with a crank, pedals, handlebars (with suicide brake) saddle, and a chain. All I needed were the wheels and tires. So I did that, and replaced the brake at first. Now I have a new bar grips (white instead of black), a new saddle (baby blue, and a little bit bigger) different chain, and a better brake lever. Also, It took five days but my friend and I sanded the paint and rust off and he used a rattle can to create the new bright blue Omega. For those of you who have known me since High school, know that I drove an 81 Oldsmobile Omega. When I got the bike it looked just like that. Blue-grey with some rust. Now this is a whole new bike. Also, I have to say that I have learned so much about bikes in the past two months, that I can see why they are so popular (and a little expensive.) But just like last week, when I learned how to paint a bike, today I replaced my brake lever (all By my lonesome, as my grandmother would say) So here you go. Now I'm a little sad that I didn't take any "before" photos, but trust me, this is a huge improvement.
Dustin

Lonely Dogs Will Have Fun

I made another song today. I thought it was rather fun, but don't try to dance to it, you'll look stupid.

http://soundcloud.com/contradictingcliche/lonely-dogs-will-have-fun

On another note, I have realized, as I fumble around these keys that used to seem so familiar, I have been lacking in the word-sentence-paragraph-page-story-production. There are no excuses. I know what I have been doing. I haven't been me. I have come to grips with the fact that I think differently than everyone else. My brain works in narration. I describe, react and re-describe. My voice never ends. I tried to explain what that means, voice, to a student. It was difficult because how can you explain something that is unique to you. Something that holds a meaning that no one can touch. We see it in words, hear it, never think about tasting or smelling it, but to feel it, we have. We have held it to ourselves, showed it to the world and watched dominoes collide. I have thought about trying to write three thousand words a day. That would ensure well over a million a year. I don't have the time, nor do I think it wise to write without substance behind it. Without that feeling that makes the voice, we are mute. The creases under my shoulders are sweating and my heart rate ascends. It's the words that are rushing inside of me, their temper building because my fingers are out of practice, going to slowly and making mistakes. I breathe and hear what they are really about. They are thank you's and praise. To them, I'm like the soldier mounting up for one last ride. They want to witness, good or bad, what comes, what goes, and what is. More will come, but not today. I am an unprepared swimmer just taking a lap, testing the water and finding it fine. As I look back and see the few ripples I left behind, I smile. I'll be back tomorrow, and with stronger lungs to give my voice a workout.

Exploding Potential

So, I know it has been over a month. I have still been working on tracks. My newest one is Exploding Potential. Don't really know where it came from, and am not truly happy with it. But i thought I would put it out there for you guys to enjoy.

http://soundcloud.com/contradictingcliche/exploding-potential

My new main project has been looking for a bike. I know I might be late to the party, but I guess it is just time to enjoy my commute a little more. I have been struggling to find one, but I think if I keep working hard at it, I'll find what I'm looking for. So if you know anyone who is selling (or giving away) a 56-58cm single speed in the bay area, let me know. I hope all has been well with you. This might have been an excuse to show the world how useful the present perfect is, or maybe none of you noticed. Anyway best regards and enjoy the song.

Dustin
The Bedroom Band

Opulence

For those of you fond of the commercial, I have taken a sound byte and mixed it into a song. Opulence, I has it, was first known to me on Thursday. After I finished this song I kind of noticed something weird about it. It seems to me to be a song, but backwards. I don't know maybe that's just my brian needing not to listen to it for the three hundredth time. Well, let me know what you think. And hopefully you can appreciate tiny giraffes as much as I do.

http://soundcloud.com/contradictingcliche/opulence-i-has-it

The Bedroom Band

I forgot

to mention that I remixed a song I did previously. I didn't like how the vocals fit before so I made a new one. I liked the vocals, at least the lyrics. so this is round number two on "Only Time Will Tell. Enjoy!

http://soundcloud.com/contradictingcliche/only-time-will-tell-remix

The Bedroom Band

Spaceships and frustration

For a while now there has been something wrong. I could not put my finger on it. My life as a whole looked pretty damn good, at least from the outside. I have a stable job, two in fact. I have a girl who smiles at me and, as I recently found out, is just as silly as I am. My family is good and my friends as well. Yet there was something bringing me down. I felt as though Atlas was weakening and I too could feel his burden. It felt as if all my razors were being dulled and the sky wasn't as bright. I let little things, money, get to me. Some may have blamed the weather, but I have never been that person. I felt as though I couldn't make a fist.

Last night was the peak. I was working hard, too hard maybe. I say that because I am usually not that motivated to work on a Sunday. I sat down to make a song and it just wasn't working. I put that idea away and moved on to transporting myself to a new day. I went to sleep. When I awoke the feeling was still there. I carried it all through the day and it wasn't until I got home, ate, and blinked hard. I started making a song. I went back and forth on the style. After about two hours Stuttering Spaceships was born, and the smile came back on my face. My heartbeat rose and so did my spirit. So here is the solution. When I feel beat down, trodden upon, I need to sit down and create. Something needs to come from my fingertips, fists are not productive in this vain. So, enjoy what keeps me sane, what keeps my eyes open. Enjoy what I want to give.


http://soundcloud.com/contradictingcliche/stuttering-spaceship

The Bedroom Band