Chief Loh is at it again! We've just released four new songs on Reverb Nation: 'I Do', 'Backyard BBQ Jam', 'What If Nothing Really Mattered' and 'Juicy Thang'. They're part of our new album, 'Synching With Reality'. You can click on the widget to the right on this blog or you can hear it on our Twitter page or our FaceBook page. We love these songs and hope that you will as well!
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Monday, January 31, 2011
I Am Mine
Me with my ungulate's dexterity trying to work the paper shredding machine is kinda humorous. By the way, the title of this blog is also the title of a Pearl Jam song, as you may know.
Last night my wife and I had a discussion about my obsession with blogging. I realized that this dates back to my childhood. I've always wanted to be a writer/singer/lots of other things. My parents always told me I had to be something like a doctor, lawyer, etc. if I wanted financial security in my life. They really loved it when I joined the Navy. They told me I'd never be able to support myself, much less a family as a rock star or author. It became my life's ambition to prove them wrong. That's why I taught myself how to scream at karaoke. My whole life has been one of defiance and rebellion against people who no longer have any say in what I do. I'm almost 35 and I'm still living this empty existence.
Last night's discussion happened after Kayla and I watched the final episode of Quantum Leap on Netflix. The bartender, Al, tried to get Sam to understand that Sam himself has been the one in control of his leaps. he creates his own destiny. Sam refused to believe him and insisted that it's God, Al the bartender or some unknown force that has been leaping him around in time. Sam would only return home when he accepted responsibility for his own destiny. The episode ended by saying that Sam never returned home. He left behind a wife, a life and many people who care about him.
The Princess Bride had a character whose whole life was based on finding the man who killed his father and taking vengeance by killing him. Once he killed him, he found that he had no idea what to do with his life. His life was always empty of meaning, but it was full of anger. Once his anger was played out, he finally felt that emptiness that had always been there.
I don't want to end up like that. I should be happy that I have a wife and family who love me. I should be happy that I can sing/scream and write songs and stories. I shouldn't need fame, recognition or acceptance from anyone outside of myself. I mean, let's say that I do become famous, then what? What, should I go up to my parents and say, "Hello, my name is Inego Montoya. You snuffed my fire. Prepare to watch me support my family with rock star riches." That's stupid and meaningless. I am not going to live my life for my parents anymore. I'm going to live my life for myself and my family. I'm glad to have you as readers. Believe me I'm grateful and appreciative, but I'm not doing this for you anymore either. I'm in charge of my own destiny. I will stop leaping from blog to karaoke bar to Facebook trying to satisfy my obsession with achieving fame. I'm going to return home where I have a wife, a life and many people who care about me.
Last night my wife and I had a discussion about my obsession with blogging. I realized that this dates back to my childhood. I've always wanted to be a writer/singer/lots of other things. My parents always told me I had to be something like a doctor, lawyer, etc. if I wanted financial security in my life. They really loved it when I joined the Navy. They told me I'd never be able to support myself, much less a family as a rock star or author. It became my life's ambition to prove them wrong. That's why I taught myself how to scream at karaoke. My whole life has been one of defiance and rebellion against people who no longer have any say in what I do. I'm almost 35 and I'm still living this empty existence.
Last night's discussion happened after Kayla and I watched the final episode of Quantum Leap on Netflix. The bartender, Al, tried to get Sam to understand that Sam himself has been the one in control of his leaps. he creates his own destiny. Sam refused to believe him and insisted that it's God, Al the bartender or some unknown force that has been leaping him around in time. Sam would only return home when he accepted responsibility for his own destiny. The episode ended by saying that Sam never returned home. He left behind a wife, a life and many people who care about him.
The Princess Bride had a character whose whole life was based on finding the man who killed his father and taking vengeance by killing him. Once he killed him, he found that he had no idea what to do with his life. His life was always empty of meaning, but it was full of anger. Once his anger was played out, he finally felt that emptiness that had always been there.
I don't want to end up like that. I should be happy that I have a wife and family who love me. I should be happy that I can sing/scream and write songs and stories. I shouldn't need fame, recognition or acceptance from anyone outside of myself. I mean, let's say that I do become famous, then what? What, should I go up to my parents and say, "Hello, my name is Inego Montoya. You snuffed my fire. Prepare to watch me support my family with rock star riches." That's stupid and meaningless. I am not going to live my life for my parents anymore. I'm going to live my life for myself and my family. I'm glad to have you as readers. Believe me I'm grateful and appreciative, but I'm not doing this for you anymore either. I'm in charge of my own destiny. I will stop leaping from blog to karaoke bar to Facebook trying to satisfy my obsession with achieving fame. I'm going to return home where I have a wife, a life and many people who care about me.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Same Old Song
I just uploaded the song Scar Chasm by my old band, Shadow Puppets on our MySpace page. You can find the lyrics to it on the Zombie Killer Genesis blog. I still plan on making a video for it, but haven't gotten around to it yet. Been busy. I just put out chapter 10 of the Nocent. Hope you enjoy it. So far, readers have voted unanimously for me to start putting out a chapter on Mondays too. So let it be written, so let it be done. Your wand is my commish. Oh, I am now down to fewer than 100 days left in the Navy! Double digits, baby! I just got some new friends on Facebook. Most of them are old high school friends. If you're reading this, hello!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Random Thoughts
It happened apparently some time in May, but I just found out that Paul Gray, the bassist for Slipknot died. Also, JJ Righteous, the original guitarist for Mushroomhead died this year. On the subject of death, I found out recently that an old neighbor of mine committed suicide in October. Man, everybody's dying all over the place! Makes my problems not seem so bad when I think about the families and friends of the deceased and how they must face the up-coming holidays mired in their loss.
On a brighter note, I was just looking at my stats for this blog. In the audience I found out I've got readers in France, Denmark, Latvia, Chile and all kinds of other places! I personally want to thank all my readers out there. At times like this, I'm neither angry nor depressed. I guess it also helps that I got a Christmas card from my estranged sister. She gave me some words that my niece made up which are cute:
Momster - mommy monster who's out to "get" her
Saddy - what dad is when something happens to make him sad
Baddy - when dad misbehaves
Zomblebee - cross between a zombie + bumblebee (a girl after my own heart!)
Cattoo - cat tattoo
As I've written about before, I've recently started writing for Helium.com. I've also started a Facebook page and a Twitter page. I'm not very computer savvy so I have no idea what a lot of this shit is for, but if it will help people to be able to find our music or my writing, I'll do whatever I can. Strange as this may sound, I originally got the idea to start a blog by watching the movie, Julie and Julia. Kayla told me the name of the blog site Julie used, but I couldn't find it so I Googled blog sites and found Blogspot.com and here I am.
Speaking of music, my wife and I make some amazing music which we both think is better than most of the music that is coming out these days. I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight outta Panda Express! Also, the crazy shit I come up with to write is at least somewhat cohesive and original in my opinion. I've also written six or seven children's books, two of which appear on YouTube. I've written several dozen New Chinese Proverbs (as Urban Confucius). I've got a comic strip that I draw called, Pompous Circus Dance. I was an actor in an improv comedy troupe called the Peanut Gallery and I've dabbled in stand-up comedy. I've made lots of home movies about aliens, zombies, ghosts, etc. I don't wanna sound egotistical or vain, but in the name of fun and entertainment, I think the world should at least be given exposure to our vast array of goodies that we have to offer.
I guess I should be grateful that I even get to write and do all those other things because it's therapeutic. I have just cause, it's not just cuz. Besides, knowing that I have all my readers worldwide, I've started ramping down on my Celexa (anti-depressant) and Strattera (ADHD medication). I don't feel quite so depressed or unfocused when I'm writing, singing, spending time with my wife and dog, blogging or eating fried chicken (because you know how much Chinese people love their fried chicken).
On a brighter note, I was just looking at my stats for this blog. In the audience I found out I've got readers in France, Denmark, Latvia, Chile and all kinds of other places! I personally want to thank all my readers out there. At times like this, I'm neither angry nor depressed. I guess it also helps that I got a Christmas card from my estranged sister. She gave me some words that my niece made up which are cute:
Momster - mommy monster who's out to "get" her
Saddy - what dad is when something happens to make him sad
Baddy - when dad misbehaves
Zomblebee - cross between a zombie + bumblebee (a girl after my own heart!)
Cattoo - cat tattoo
As I've written about before, I've recently started writing for Helium.com. I've also started a Facebook page and a Twitter page. I'm not very computer savvy so I have no idea what a lot of this shit is for, but if it will help people to be able to find our music or my writing, I'll do whatever I can. Strange as this may sound, I originally got the idea to start a blog by watching the movie, Julie and Julia. Kayla told me the name of the blog site Julie used, but I couldn't find it so I Googled blog sites and found Blogspot.com and here I am.
Speaking of music, my wife and I make some amazing music which we both think is better than most of the music that is coming out these days. I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight outta Panda Express! Also, the crazy shit I come up with to write is at least somewhat cohesive and original in my opinion. I've also written six or seven children's books, two of which appear on YouTube. I've written several dozen New Chinese Proverbs (as Urban Confucius). I've got a comic strip that I draw called, Pompous Circus Dance. I was an actor in an improv comedy troupe called the Peanut Gallery and I've dabbled in stand-up comedy. I've made lots of home movies about aliens, zombies, ghosts, etc. I don't wanna sound egotistical or vain, but in the name of fun and entertainment, I think the world should at least be given exposure to our vast array of goodies that we have to offer.
I guess I should be grateful that I even get to write and do all those other things because it's therapeutic. I have just cause, it's not just cuz. Besides, knowing that I have all my readers worldwide, I've started ramping down on my Celexa (anti-depressant) and Strattera (ADHD medication). I don't feel quite so depressed or unfocused when I'm writing, singing, spending time with my wife and dog, blogging or eating fried chicken (because you know how much Chinese people love their fried chicken).
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