Music/Life/Music

100 Acres at D! D! GAllery

A lot of things have happened since my last entry.... 100 Acres (myspace.com/of100acres) is now in full swing and we are recording our first ep that is called "on horses". I feel like these four songs are definitely a good first look into the mind of 100 Acres. The ep will be done this spring and i will post a link on here about purchasing it. We will also be selling them at shows. Ill also get off my lazy ass and start posting the flyers for our shows so all you readers out there(nobody) can show up and we can all be berdz together!

ok... uhh...

more things..

Emily is beautiful and we are happy.

School os ok... boring and also time consuming.

Music, Music, Music! ok where do i start really.... Well two of my best friends and bandmates are playing with our good friends and amazing musicians/awesome dudes Ugh God. John(guitars-100 Acres) is playing Upright Bass for a few shows with Sean From Ugh God and Jon(trumpet/guitars-100 Acres) is playing horns for Ugh God as well. They are going to be playing some shows and i think a four day tour soon... more info on that later.

Also we are already working on, and have been, our full length that will also come out this year but im not sure when. All i have to say is your going to kill yourself because this album is gonna rule so hard.

umm..

yess. more music. We are also going to release an additional ep almost immediately after "on horses" is done. That ep is titled "all alone" and consists of 4 songs that we are recording in one day 100% live. The ep is called "all alone" because each song is written by only one member of 100 Acres. So, one song written by me, one song by john, one song by jon, and one song by ben. The song can be any style of music and can have any instrumentation or musicians that you desire to play on it.... So, "all alone" can be explained by the fact that the songs are written alone but we are releasing the album together as one band. yes. awesome. -things to expect from 100 Acres on "all alone"- acoustic guitars, many trumpets, 4 drummers on one song, classical piano, upright bass, myabe guest vocalist beyonce knowles(or just some soulful black chick) and i honestly dont know what else...

ok. Enough about 100 Acres.

I am recording a shiz ton of music on my own and have numerous ideas for projects with other people. I might be doing a doom metal project with one of the drummers from Ugh God. I might be starting an alt pop project with my friends Zack(myspace.com/throwmeoverboard) and Tim(myspace.com./theshepheardandthesea) I dono... So much music and so little time..and energy.

w/ee

ok so basically summer is right around the corner and i love everyone and life is pretty good.

-josh

sketchbook 1/27

I learn a lot about myself from my old sketchbooks, but these little gems were produced during one of my classes today. Some teachers blab on and on. Sometimes brains need more; mine creates when it needs more.

Caleb

Some times you can so obviously predict future events and presuppose outcomes... We usually think that being the wise human beings that we are, there could be no fate and no flaw in thine own thought. We always prove ourselves wrong and nature tumbles upon our puny little brains with its chaotic likeness.
A boy turns to man. Slowly. Surely. I cant remember the last time i had a chat with myself at the age of 15. The reason for that probably being i never had the chance. I wish that it was humanly possible in our day and age to do such a thing as "having a good laugh" at how dumb we are in our exact moment of stupidity... but maybe the possibilities are here.
When i look at him i see myself with something more. I see his life and me being able to help him correct his mistakes before they are ever made. I see an indivual with a future. I see a brighter future than the one i had planned at 15.
Dare i say it but God... Please don't let him be like me. I have brought fury to my name and hell hath no wrath that was bestowed upon me from times past but i have learned. Every man deserves grace But that doesn't mean every man should need it.

mountains of grief vs abundant joy

Sometimes during an altercation with a slimy withering dream you receive a gift that you can't understand. You ruin the passion and thought that was put into that gift before you can begin to enjoy it's possibilities. Nothing matters more than your selfish, impure, unwise, and semi-sadistic decisions. ....... There will come a day where all of that will change and you will receive your gift, sent from some benevolent force, and you will enjoy the gift and it will enjoy you whilst nothing else can wet your thoughts like the heaviest diaper in the brightest hour of summer. Nothing can harm you. You will be happy. You will live your life and die with a smile.

i am recovering from my sickness. so i developed some film.

This guy is seriously incredible.

http://www.ericyahnker.com/

Magic Happens.

This is the night that J.M.V. went beautifully insane. These are his thoughts and words regarding the experience...

Magic Happens.

Birds and bees and turds and trees
I cant stand this night it makes no sense. I keep thinking that im going to like friggin die or something. This is kind of funny though. Ap English cant understand how people write because ebveryone writes with colors which cant be not their own. Strawberry socolot? Colos I mean aha
Dude this is ilike a blog. Blob+future internet sensations=blog. Sensantion cant be kooper.
Kooper:English jonnys diary:
Stop messing with me because I keep freaking out because I think I know for a fact that they will come up here. They're attix (I thought of antharax) or foyer the church place. Athnropex=?
I keep thinking my mom can hear us.
I think my mom is listening in on our convo.
I CAN't DO THIS EVR AGAIN.
Oh wait, its not that late.
Bate, gate, its not my fate if you decide to CURSE LOUDLY IN MY ROOM!
We're not even being that loud.
Im not answering him because he keeps talking to me. I hope I can write for two hours and wait for this to wear off.
Im the worst at this.
I can't believe you are like me because I just cant.
Turtles and snare, rats and bears,
FOLKLOOR IN THE MILK BED
Twenty threee ghosts all falling over towers. The one can't believe the other can't stand the smell of the incense.
"It can't be true," he once said sadly, "Holiest gods sell their children and their belood wife for the fragrance."
They all harked at his aesthetic, and simply geious of his fellow's biology's and the minds of other matters. Ghosts are of the anti-matter explanation; are not matter, like as it once has been explained.
"This holy catholic incense 'OF THE KARL MARX DEGREE' if it is for all. Then why not me?" Ghost digestious said this with an awkward draze.
"DISCERN ME JEW!" he cordially replied,
-And the cows marked "CATUS" lying in the dreading sun,
Deserts on a misty cloud, four months singin' PROUD but loud,
"CACTUS EATS PROTEIN SO COTTON'S ONE DECREE."-
-Mind Body Architects, pg. 92 line 0 (preface section),
Lands of pwers.
This quote has been used as foreshadowing!
FOLKLORE IN THE MILLS BED:
Dranin, drain, drinking up rain, saving me loud crying flames, Leaving the annoyance to the side of my window pane. The ghosts keep floating through skies of fall leavesfalling ,, falls keep leaving, lams leap breeding. And ghosts breath sadly