 DIN(2001) OUT OF PRINT 1. When? While in production of "Time To Go" I ran across a bunch of noise
experiments I had done in years past. Since the album took longer
than I expected, I decided to release this to people who wanted to hear it. It's hard to imagine that ANYONE would have WANTED to hear it. It's utter crap. Therefore, it is no longer available. |
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When? I was living in my mom and step-dad's basement in Jamestown, ND and working at McDonald's almost full time. I had seen Star Wars: Episode I for the first time (first ticket in Jamestown) and my girlfriend of eight months had dumped me that same day. Things didn't look good and I wanted to know when life was going to change. I played a simple little riff on a guitar and it seemed to fit my mood and I didn't want to make it any longer than the thirty-nine seconds it is now. I was hoping the short nature of the song would reflect how long my mood would last. It lasted a little longer than thirty-nine seconds. But I got over it.
Armagillo Armagillo was a weird project for me. It was invented the same summer as When?, but a little later on. My niece, Angell was staying at my mom's house and she brought a little Casio keyboard along. I couldn't resist the temptation. I was inspired by something that Beck did on 1996's Odelay. It sounded like the melody was being played on a touch-tone phone. Her keyboard had a "phone" setting complete with busy signals in different pitches. I added in a motorcycle taking off, a plane taking off, and all kinds of other silly noises. As you probably guessed, "Armagillo" is a made up word (the double L pronounced as in "tortilla"). I searched in my brain for the word to describe what I wanted it to be, but I couldn't think of it. Later I would find that I was looking for the word, "pandemonium". I couldn't get the word "armageddon" out of my head, but that was such a negative sounding word. So to lighten the mood of it, I crossed it with "armadillo" because face it, armadilloes are pretty funny looking.
Bottomless (part3) Invented in the summer of 1997 before I moved to Aberdeen, SD. I had just purchased my Tascam 414 and I was playing around with it. I borrowed my friend Stu's effects pedal and I messed around with it. There is actually a series of Bottomless songs. There is a part one, part two, part three, and a reprise. The others have lyrics and actually, this is only the intro to part three. It goes on way too long. I don't really remember exactly what the inspiration was. Typical teenage confusion, angst, blah blah. Generic crap. I just thought that Bottomless (part3) belonged on DIN
Rust Not sure what to say about this one. I had a dream about a person sitting in a chair in the middle of blue light saying, "It's raining, it's windy, what a beautiful day." Then a clay flower pot shatters over his head. And claws come out of nowhere and rip apart his shirt. Messed up, I know. But that's what this is.
Credulous In the summer of 1999, I moved out of my mom's basement and into my friend Brigette's attic. It was really hot up there and my sister Wendy bought me a fan to keep cool. I decided to try to mess around with guitar noise since I had nothing else to do but sweat. So it began with scratching the strings, and I later added in some more musical things in a couple places. There's really nothing else to say about it.
Copious This was recorded the same day as "Liza Annie" from Drama Queen. It was when I lived in Brigette's attic. She had a great piano room with a nice baby grand piano. I wanted to experiment in free-form piano music. This was completely on the fly. My sisters say it sounds like horror movie music. I can hear it. But I have other pictures in my mind for it. It kind of follows my life in some ways, but I'm not going to get into it too deeply. I like this one. I fall asleep to it some nights.
End of the Road Plain and simple. I borrowed Anthony's effects pedal and fun with delay. That's about all there is to it. Toward the end, I started to lose my seriousness for it and started making weird noises and saying "Give it to me". It was all about fun. Fun that lasts eleven minutes. I like to listen to it sometimes.
Tomorrow is a New Day I had a dream that I was sitting at a campfire at night with an old man with a long beard wearing oily, tattered rags for clothes. He was scraggly and dirty and smelled repugnant. He told me, "Tomorrow is a new day. It’s never going to be the same as it was before. Stop fooling yourself. Everything you plan to do tomorrow will be put off. You’ll never even think of it again. Everything you’ve ever thought about will be gone. This, of course, means the beginning of something new. But, good or bad, I don’t know. I don’t assume good could come out of it." And then sarcastically, "Some good." After a long pause in which he messily ate a huge piece of greasy chicken, he continued, "I’m tired of waking up every morning. Seeing plastic people getting in their plastic little cars, turning on their plastic radio dials and worshipping their plastic superstars." But tomorrow is a new day, right? When this song was originally recorded it was going to be called "Plastic". But I abandoned the project and gave that name to something else. I dug this up again and liked it after all. I added in some passages from the Gospel of Luke in which Jesus fortells his death. The Disciples didn't get it because they were living in now. They were living in today. They thought He was crazy by what He was saying. Today? Tomorrow is a NEW day.
Desolate After the nuclear war. The sun is shielded by all the debris and smoke in the air. The only light is a sort of blue-gray shining through the smoke. You can see skyscrapers in the near distance, but no lights shine in the windows. You can see the freeways, but you hear no traffic. Where there used to be lush green grass, shrubbery, and trees, there is now a whithered, dried, brown mess. It is not uncommon to see a molten human body in the sand, or the skull of a dog, or a horse, or a father. You kick up some dust and hear the ghosts of your family, friends, and strangers as they follow you. They stalk you from behind, but when you turn to look, they are not there. You are the last person on earth. You are your own king. You are the single inhabitant of your own empire. A one-world government at last. You open your ears and hear nothing but the memories of yesterday's tortured cries. There is silence. It is finished. Your existence is Desolate.
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