Monty Blog

Title? We don't need no stinking title!

2006-10-30T23:33:00.000-07:00

So. It's been a few days now. A fair bit has happened. I'll start off with good, and slowly drift into the inevitable not so good. I'm learning Viola. That's a good thing. I got to play the Mermaid. A priceless violin, that sells for 30 thousand dollars. It was quite frightening, actually. I didn't want to touch it. Well, I got to hang out with Wes and Joe over the weekend, that was good. Jake was being a freak, and what not, and didn't hang out on saturday. Whatever. Ok, let's just jump into the inevitable not so good. Nothing is happening between Christine and I no more than a friendship basis. Good for her, I suppose. Not so good for me. Umm... Well I won't go into details on that, mostly because I don't know exactly what is classified and what isn't. I do know this is in the open, though: She still loves McKray. No surprise to anyone, I'm sure. I am really happy that she has Love in her life, I just hope that it isn't like it was before, because that wasn't good for anyone, and everyone knows it. Well, I went to bed before I finished this, so this is what you get.

Hate

2006-10-17T01:39:00.000-06:00

Look, I am tired of hate. We can't go around in this life just hating everyone, or even anyone. I am tired of being angry. I'm tired of being the kid that scowls, that doesn't speak, that people are afraid of. I've seen those looks in the halls, while I am playing, and I'm tired of it. Right now, I'd like to apologize to pretty much everyone. I doubt most of these people will read this, but I gotta say it.

Mom - I'm sorry I stopped caring about school. I know I shouldn't have fucked up so bad, and I know that I could have done better, but the fact of the matter is that I fucked up, and I'm trying to fix it. I realize that I am a disappointment, but I'm working on fixing my life up.

Dad - I'm sorry that I'm not really involved with the family as much as I probably should be. Over the summer I separated myself as much as I could. I've been trying to be less hostile, and it's going alright, but it'll take a lot more work.

Grandma and Grandpa - I really hated the fact that you guys were moving into the backyard. I really did. I thought, "Great, Grandpa comes and lectures me when he is here once a month, now it's every day!" But it's not that bad. I sometimes think that Grandpa is just a stupid old man, but really, I know he knows a hell of a lot more than me, and I should listen to him, no matter how much he makes me feel stupid.

Matt - I'm sorry I'm so hostile towards you. I know I shouldn't be, and that I should just be alright with you, but it's hard when I am constantly being put down. I know it's just "brotherly love" but it needs to be toned down on both are parts. I'm always here if you need sound run for a small show.

Jill - Too many times I have called you a bitch. I realize you are out there on your own now, and your trying to deal with that, and you have been pretty nice to me, and understanding. Please, Jill, if you read this, chill out about Christine, I really like her, and she's a great girl, just give her another shot, with an open mind. There is always way too much miscommunication. I'm sorry I haven't helped to clear up the miscommunication, but if you ever need something explained about what's going on with me, just ask, don't assume. I'm always here if you want to talk and figure things out.

Christine - I like you. A lot. I know you know this, and you have said you like me, but sometimes it doesn't seem like you do. I'm sorry I assume waaaay too much. Too many times I've just gone with what everyone else says, and not what you say, or not even confronted you about it. I'm sorry I assume it all. I've been working on it, and just getting shit out on the table. I love you, don't ever stop being the great person you are.

Joe - I'm sorry I can be such an ass hole to you. It's really not what I intend on doing, but I do it. Sometimes it isn't even to your face. I know, I know, it's fucked up, and I'm stopping. Enough of my stupid drama bull shit, and time to get on with living my life, without putting others down and belittling them over things I don't even know the half of. I love ya, man, your fucking family.

McKray - God, where to start. I've been such a fucking ass hole to you, it's not even funny. You weren't always nice to me, but when you would try to fix things, I would just throw it all in your face, and dismiss it as bullshit. This was wrong. I shouldn't have done it. Yeah, we've had our differences, but you know what, it's nothing we can't overcome. I hope you're doing well with the MC. Hooah!

Tyson - I find you extremely annoying at times, and I have a somewhat short fuse with you. I should really have more patience, and I know I can, I just have to do it. I admit, sometimes I just ignore the phone calls, and try to get away from you. I really need to just be upfront with you a lot more, and stop trying to drop hints. I need to express how I feel about you, and let you know when it's time for us to split ways.

Mr. Mo - I pulled a lot of shit on you. I must say, I absolutely hated you. I thought that you were a complete failure as a band director. I'm sorry I always dissed you, and bad mouthed you, and was a general insurgent. I won't say I liked you, or that I do now. I'm sorry I was such an ass to you, and a thorn in the bands foot. I should have been more supportive of all your methods, to try and help the band be more supportive and ultimately, learn more. I'm sorry.

Rich - I pulled a lot of shit you will probably never know. Only my techie friends will ever know that shit. I'm sorry for it, all the same.

Well, that's not everyone, but all for now. Next week I will probably continue the list. It's two in the morning now, and I think I ought to go to sleep. Today, Tuesday, October 17, 2006, I declare that I am starting a new lifestyle. A new me. One who is kinder to people, more understanding, less assuming, and generally, a nicer person. Goodnight, Blog

Jared

Goddamn

2006-10-10T22:55:00.000-06:00

So I haven't posted in a few days. First off, I'm changing schools. There is at least a 50% chance of me going to Mill Creek for the rest of my schooling, and if not Mill Creek, Pine View, if they accept me, that is. So I have to say, I am fucking stupid. I pine over this girl, and when it comes down to it, I'm stupid. She says one stupid little thing and it gets to me, and I don't express myself like I should. Oh, fuck the pronoun game. So I was hanging out with Christine, and she said something about her being a terrible person, not everyone needs to know the details, well it got to me. It really did, not that I said it did, but I knew she knew, and she knew I knew she knew. She kept asking me "what?" meaning, "What is wrong?" or possibly, "what are you thinking?" and I kept saying "Nothing." or "I don't know," both of which, are complete lies. So we were listening to Evanesence, and she knows the song Anywhere means a lot to me emotionally, and I think she put it on just to see how I would react. Well, I kissed her, but this time, she didn't kiss back. That was another big deterrence. But when I sit back down, she is smiling at me. Am I wrong in being completely confused by this? So she gets a phone call from someone, and says "I'm going now." So I walk her out as usual, and I give her a hug, as usual. See, I usually kiss her goodbye. For some stupid fucking reason, I couldn't. I looked at her, and I felt like a 2 inch pig weight dropped in my stomach. Maybe I am getting too attached. I know I'm not the only guy for her, and I realize I will never live up to some stuff that Mckray has done, and Joe, if you're reading this, he did do some good before he left. I can't live up to that, and I know it. Not to mention that there is basically a fucking fan club dedicated to having feelings toward Christine. Great, this makes my odds wonderful, and boosts my confidence. She could pick any one of them, shit, any three of them. Maybe I thought that I was the only guy for her right now. Ok, I did think that. Maybe I was wrong. I haven't been "the only guy" for someone in a long time. At least a year now. Even then, I knew the girl had feelings for other guys, because it's highschool, and that's what is supposed to happen, but shit. Who knows, maybe I was right. Shit, I need to talk to her, she's off to meet someone somewhere, though. Maybe I'll call her later. Well, I know one thing. She's the only girl for me.

Ok, so I haven't posted in a few days

2006-09-17T21:33:00.000-06:00

Ok, yeah, so what's up? That's cool. So I think I will give you the details as of late in backwards order. So today we moved in my grandparents into their new house in the back yard. Shit. I didn't want them to move in, but oh well, too late now. Ok, Friday: I leave school 12:00, and head up to Salt Lake with my family -Jill. My dad, Matt, and I go to Gigantour, which is a giant metal show with about 8 or 9 metal bands. The first opening band we saw sucked a lot of ass. The second band, Overkill, was from the 80s and had some talent, but not too much creativity. The third band was Arch Enemy. They have a female grunt vocalist. Very neat. They had talent, but not very good sound quality. Now, Opeth comes out. That is the whole reason we went. Opeth was AMAZING!!!! They were funny, too. So much talent, and great sound quality. Now, Lamb of God played... They were silly. It really was silly. I swear they just played the same song over and over with different lights. We left before Megadeth played. It was loads of fun. Ok, so I have been hanging out with Christine a lot. I really really like her. I cherish any moment I can actually hang out with her, seeing as she lives in Cedar. I just wished she would call more often, but I understand she has a job, and homework, and whatnot. So yeah... That's all that's really been up lately. Oh, and tech. Lots and lots of tech, still. But yeah, Moving my grandparents, seeing metal shows, hanging out with a beautiful, wonderfully exquisite girl, and teching. There it is. My life. Oh, and hanging out with Joe and Jake. I like doing that on occasion, too. Miss you guys. I have such a fucking easy life, it's starting to piss me off.

The previous posts

2006-09-05T17:30:00.000-06:00

Look, I don't know what happened last night. I just exploded, and I don't know why. I think I was on my period... yeah... Sorry about that. So I would just like to say: Christine, I'm sorry for what I said in those posts, I can't take it back, but I can tell you that I don't think it anymore. It is the first time I have even remotely thought that. I guess I just let my doubt and depression get the better of me. Christine, you are a wonderful, beautiful person, and I feel that I am privileged to know you at all, let alone as well as I do. I'm sorry. I love you.

Jared

2006-09-05T06:46:00.000-06:00

Yeah, all that, and I love her all the same.

=(

2006-09-05T01:06:00.000-06:00

Fuck. This fucking sucks. You know what I hate? Crying myself to sleep. You know what I hate more? Not having a good fucking reason! Fuck!!!!!!!!! I. GOD. FUXCCKJL!!!! She kisses me, and tells me it will never work, she says one thing, and does another. I hate it! She once told me a kiss meant something, that it was special. FUCK. If it was so special, why not try a little courtesy? You didn't even fucking return my god damn phone call. You know what I realized? That whenever I want to talk to you, I have to make contact. When I want to see you, I invite you, and hope, fucking pray, that you can fit me in, for only a minute. You know, I doubt she even ever really cared. Sure, she says she does, and acts like it...sometimes... I doubt she ever told anyone that she kissed me, and does kiss me. I can't stand it. I asked her if by kissing me, she wanted to take things farther than just flirting, and you know what she said "You and I both know it would be hard." Yeah, I know it wouldn't be easy, but shit, what the fuck good is something if it's fucking easy? Sure, you don't want a fucked up relationship, and if it got bad, sure, end it, but not even try, not because you say it's not worth it, which you never said, you said because it's hard. And it really cheeses my fucking goat when you say your done with that FUCKBAG of a person, Mckray Jones, and still talk to him, and do shit with him. FUCK! Why the fuck do my stupid fucking problems look even stupider written out???? GOD! Now this is just making me realize how fucking stupid I am, first off for thinking I had a chance with you, and second, for thinking my stupid fucking problems actually mean a shit to anyone else. I'm alone in this fucking world, better get used to it, I have a ways to go.

FUCK!

2006-08-28T22:41:00.000-06:00

Goodness Gracious...

2006-08-27T23:55:00.000-06:00

So yesterday was AMAZING! I was hanging out with Jake, and getting windows back on my compy. You see, I had linux for about a week, using various distros, and I could never get onto my ntfs formatted harddrives, which contained about 300 gig of my stuff. So we get windows on, and Colter comes to get our video camera. Ok. I ask what for. "Dynamite, Barrett, the usual." No big deal, seen it before. "Oh, and the silver mine." Holy shit! Kevin doesn't do this often at all. So I hear about the silver mine, and immediately call Joe and tell him we are going to pick him up. Jake and I get driving, and end up at his dorm, and wait for him to get home. He gets home, and we take off, acquiring our good friend Wes, and my new friend Danielle, who is with Wes... I think. Anyway, we drive back, and the were just taking down the Barrett. OK, cool. So I explain to Jake, Joe, Wes, and Danielle what this silver mine deal is. we walk out on to a rebar grid with 10 inch holes, which spans a mine that is about 100-120 feet and about as wide as a living room. Once out there, we pour gasoline into a can, light the gasoline in the tin can, and pour it down the hole. If poured slowly, the speed heats it up to blue point, and it creates little blue balls of fire plummeting 100 feet, to which they create a fire at the bottom of the shaft. If poured quickly, it starts burning in the air, and creates a suspended fireball. If you keep pouring, the fireball grows, because the gas is reaching the fire suspended in the air. Pour enough, and you get a stream of fire engulfing 10 teenage boys, and one middle aged man 15 feet above their heads. It was AWESOME!!!!! It was simply amazing. Wes is now devoid of hair on his arms, and if you know Wes, you know how much hair that is. So after the fireballs, we all bolt. We head back up to cedar, and hang out there. We started watching the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, I played guitar, and we ate cake. I became better acquainted with Kyle, Joe's roomy. He's cool. We stayed till 5, and Jake and I got to my house at 6, at which point I crash, with lights and clothes still on, and in three hours, I headed to Vegas. I got pants, and music books. I came home, and lounged, now I am writing this, and just finishing it. I'm going to bed now. I have school in the morning. Fuck.

Miss you guys,
Jared

Yeah...

2006-08-24T01:06:00.000-06:00

I'm in ecstasy... I am in heaven... I feel like I haven't felt in a very long time... =)...

Day the Third

2006-08-20T23:10:00.000-06:00

Joe moves in the morning. I'll miss him. Christine moves on Thursday. I'll miss her, too. I was on speaker phone with Katie and Christine just barely, from Christine's phone. I was hoping it was Christine calling to talk, but Katie did all the talking, and really, I just listened to them laugh. I hate being alone. Oh well, better get used to it now, it's not changing. I really hate the fact that both Joe and Christine vent to me about each other. I really, /really/ like Christine, and it bugs me when Joe says shit about her, and it bugs me more when Christine won't stop talking about Joe. It seems that everyone likes Joe more, but I can't blame them. He's more fun, less depressing, and funnier than me, who wouldn't like him more? Plus, with Christine, let's be honest, I don't have a real chance. She moves on THURSDAY! Sure, she might keep contact for a while, but she's making a new life starting thursday. I have no doubt I'll get rubbed out sooner or later. I feel more for Christine than almost anyone else, and she is good for me, generally. I'm happier with her, more relaxed. I laugh easier with her than anyone else. I'm really gonna miss her. But it pains me so much to see her hanging out with Mckray, and pining over Joe. I realized recently that I really honestly like Christine a lot. Christine said she /kinda/ likes me /a little./ I suck at this thing called life. I blow things out of proportion. I thought that when she said she likes me, she meant that she might actually like me, not sorta think she might. Oh well. Like I said, I'm getting used to the thought of being alone. I'm getting used to crying, too. God, I sound so fucking emo. But I won't lie, tears have been shed for her. Many tears have been shed.

Number Two

2006-08-17T00:10:00.000-06:00

So this is post number two for the return. Guess what? I'm number two, as well. I have been hanging out with Christine a lot lately. I like her a lot. Yeah... But I realized tonight that as long as Joe isn't freaking out, I will always be at least second on the list. Silly me, thought there was more than there is. I tend to do that. I thought it was just the girl, but no, it's me. Happened with more than one. I'm fucked. Up, that is. Well, yeah. School started. I'm a junior now. Holy shit, huh? My dad's home, that's good. Fuck. I suck at life. I think that in the long run, I will inevitably lose. But then, don't we all? Why do I always think more is happening? What is wrong with me? I thought she honestly just liked me. "a little." Ha. Oh well. Maybe I'm just depressed that all my friends, save Katie, Ashley, and Scott, two of which I don't hang out with, are moving. Yeah, so I only have 6 friends. Joe and Christine I am really sad about. Jake, not so much, he's already left. I got over that. I am very sad about Christine. I just started to be good friends with her again, now she leaves. Joe, is finally leveling out again, and of course, Christine is with him more, and he's moving on Monday. Monday! Shit. I'm gonna miss them. A lot. I don't think they will really know. They talk about how they are only 45 minutes away, on a slow day, but you know what? I could walk to Joe's house easily. Just over a mile. Christine's, not a long bike ride. Now I won't be able to go, because even if I get my license, no insurance or car. I'm really gonna miss them. "Not too far." Not very close, either. Well, bye.

FUCK YOU GUYS!

2006-08-12T01:49:00.000-06:00

You know what I've decided? It's time to fucking blog again, and I don't give a fucking shit what anybody thinks about what I say, or how I say it, or whom I say it about! That's fucking right, so if you are offended by anything here in: FUCK YOU!!! Suck it up, you fucking pussies, and realize that I don't give a shit whether you read this or not. FUCK YOU!

2006-02-10T21:48:00.000-07:00

ignore this

I'm done.

2006-01-03T16:22:00.000-07:00

Goodbye. I'm done blogging. Too many people had a first class ticket into my mind, and I don't particularly like that. It turned into something I could vent to, and no one would hear, into something I could only write about what happens, and not how I feel, because someone would get mad at me for it. So...bye. Here's to my last post.

...Some things are not exactly as they seem...

Embryonic Stem Cell Research.

2005-12-11T20:20:00.000-07:00

Embryonic stem cells are primal undifferentiated cells which retain the ability to differentiate into other cell types. The harvesting of these cells is one of the greatest medical advancements of modern time. The study and research of these cells should definitely not be prohibited or restricted in any way because with the use of embryonic stem cells, we have the ability to replace tissue on the human body, and even grow new organs. Also, with use of embryonic stem cells, as opposed to adult stem cells, you can grow the stem cells into any type of cell. Thirdly, the use of these cells should not be restricted for ethical reasons such as taking a human life because they possess no nervous system, and biologically, are not yet a human.

The first reason I would like to bring to attention would be that with the use of embryonic stem cells, we have the ability to replace tissue on the human body, and even grow new organs. The potential of a major breakthrough against disease and debilitating situations is enormous. Stem cells can be used to treat cancer, the inability to walk, spinal cord injury, muscle damage, heart damage, low blood supply, missing teeth, and blindness. If the study and research of stem cells in restricted, it prohibits further study in an effective way to potentially cure these disabilities.

Next, I will bring up the point that with use of embryonic stem cells, as opposed to adult stem cells, you can grow the stem cells into any type of cell. Adult stem cells are most commonly multipotent cells, which means that these stem cells can only produce cells of a closely related family of cells. Embryonic stem cells, on the other hand, are totipotent cells. This means that these cells can grow into any type of cell, with no exception.

Finally, the use of these cells should not be restricted for ethical reasons such as taking a human life. The point at which stem cells are harvested is in the early stage of an embryo called a blastocyst. A blastocyst is an embryo after about 6 days, and is made of around 120 cells. Blastocysts are far from possessing a nervous system, and biologically, they do not have feelings. Commonly, the blastocysts used in embryonic stem cell research are left over from vitro fertility therapy. If these cells are not used in stem cell research, or in other therapies, they are destroyed or frozen indefinitely by the thousands. If these cells are destroyed by the thousands, why should they not be used in research to improve medical technology.

In close, I state that the research of embryonic stem cell research should not be prohibited because the use of embryonic stem cells, gives us the ability to replace tissue on the human body, and even grow new organs. With use of embryonic stem cells, as opposed to adult stem cells, you can grow the stem cells into any type of cell. the use of these cells should not be restricted for ethical reasons such as taking a human life because at the point of harvesting, they possess no nervous system, and biologically, are not yet a human.

The Path

2005-10-26T22:17:00.000-06:00

Here is a poem I wrote recently. I quite like it, you should tell me what you think, and what you think it means, I love to hear what it means to other people. It is entitled...

The Path

She walks alone
Down the long, winding path
And never stops to see
The love awaiting her glance

Beauty is all around her
Longing to be seen
Though she's determined to keep moving,
And pass this foreign sight

She knows not love
When it waits at her front door
Yet she longs for the day
That her partner finally comes.

He walks the path
Beside this lonely girl
And gives all his love
To an unreceptive wall

He holds her hand
When she is afraid
That they'll never again
See the light of day

A fork in the path
Which shall they take?
"We won't," says the girl,
"I'll take one. You, the other."

They follow their own paths
each step lonelier than the last
But they can never go back
They gave up what they once had.

I did it...

2005-10-08T23:25:00.000-06:00

I cleaned my room. I know what you are thinking, and it isn't one of those "straightened" rooms. It is clean. I know, it's weird, but I finally did it. It is gonnna stay this way for a while. I put my clothes in a drawer for the first time in I don't know how long. At least since I have lived in the basement. I like it a lot more this way. It's a lot easier to walk around, and people will be able to come and just chill down here. I really like my room. It's big, and now you can use it all. It is still blowing my mind, though. It's clean...

Green Day

2005-09-22T20:20:00.000-06:00

So last night, I went to a Green Day concert in Salt Lake City. It was pretty fun. All who went was Joe, Katie, Dennis, Ashley, Ashley's sister, Pam, Matt, and I. We had a full van of people. So Joe, Katie and I got out of school during lunch, and went over to Joe's house till Ashley came and picked us up. At that point, we drove to Cedar City to get Matt and Dennis from SUU. Then we started our journey on to Salt Lake City. I rode in the middle of the back seat the entire way up. It was kind of uncomfortable on my neck, because I couldn't lean it back, the seat was too low to support my head. It wasn't that bad, just annoying. I had the chance to drink some more ...Lost on the trip. For those of you who don't know ...Lost is an energy I recently discovered. No nasty after taste, no first sip nastiness, either. Just good flavor, and lots of energy. After we got into the city, we went and picked up Pam from where she was staying. We then had a slightly over full van, but that's alright. We still had about an hour and a half to spare when we pulled into the parking lot, so we went to the mall that is next to the Delta Center. We ate food, we wandered around, played in the big fountain thingy. Lots of fun. The concert, now the concert was great. Jimmy Eat World opened for Green Day, and they sort of sucked. They had no stage presence. I could only understand the vocals to their last, and most popular song. They probably practice it more, because it was the only one that didn't sound under-rehearsed. There was a 15 minute intermission when my group went and got stuff, and I just went to the bathroom. They came back right in time to hear the opening song. Green Day has SO much more stage presence and charisma than Jimmy Eat World. They were funny, energetic, and powerful. Plus, they had some really cool pyrotechnics! Fire...I like fire... Hee hee hee... Anyways... The concert was great. It was loud, obnoxious and very fun. At one point a few people broke onto the floor, and ran past security. Security caught them in a matter of seconds, but Billy Joe (lead singer/front man) was screaming "Let them fucking go! They got past you! He probably popped acid before the show! Let him the fuck go!" Of course, security didn't, and the show went on. Sometime near the middle of the show, Billy Joe pretended to masturbate on stage. He had his hands down his pants and was making sex noises. It was rather funny. Then he yelled about getting naked and stood still for about a minute, just waiting. He got tired of sitting there, and went on. About 3/4 of the way through the show, they decide to make a band. They had some pre-selected Salt Lake City local blues musicians, and they took members of the audience to make a band. That's right, they found a drummer, a bassist, and a guitarist. The bassist was allowed to stage dive, and crowd surfed for a few songs. The guitarist was allowed to keep the guitar she played on. It was really cool. The only dissapointing part was that Cell Phones have nearly completely replaced the bic in a concert. There was a cell phone out about every 3 seats during the slow songs. I saw about 5 people with lighters, including Joe. I wish it was still standard to flick your bic, rather than turn on your cell phone. The concert was really fun. The ride home was interesting. I sat in the middle on the way back too. Joe and Katie fell asleep, and both leaned in to the middle, rather than to the outside. I was a human pillow for about 2 hours, and it was cold, and I had no blanket. I didn't move my legs at all for about 4 hours. I had a giant cup of water gripped in between my feet the entire way. So I got back to the house at about 3:40, and got to sleep around 4:00. Then I woke up at 6:00, and moved around a little, then I laid back down and didn't really fall asleep again. That was my trip. It was freaking awesome. I would do it again any time. Great fun we had. Mmmm...*drool*...Lost

The Anti-Spam Crusader

2005-09-05T13:15:00.000-06:00

I have taken as my personal duty to spread the word on how to stop the spam commenting. What you need to do is go to your blog settings, and then the comments tab. Once there, there is an option that says "Show word verification for comments?" Click yes. This makes sure that a human is on the other end, not an auto message machine. Help spread the word.

~The Anti-Spam Crusader

Jazz

2005-09-01T21:30:00.000-06:00

New Orleans. It pains me to think about it. Death toll presumably in the thousands. Risk of epidemic. Hundreds of thousands homeless. That is all very very horrible. But this is not what is making me cry tonight. Jazz. The birthplace of jazz. The birthplace of the music of my soul is gone. Wiped out in a mere two days, what it has taken generations to build jazz. As I sit and listen to my regular jazz, I can't help but reaize that the history is gone. Every club, every basement theater, every concert hall, gone. It's been wiped out in the blink of an eye. I can't help but cry at the sound of the lonely saxaphone. There is something different tonight. The notes flow more, the music seeps into my soul. The music is my soul. It's gone. The birthplace of jazz has been taken by the wrath of the sea. My secret dream has been to study jazz in New Orleans after college. That dream will never be fulfilled, for even if they restore the city, New Orleans, will not be there. Physically, yes, but emotionally, spiritually, culturally, New Orleans is gone forever.

Ska!!!

2005-08-29T19:40:00.000-06:00

So today was the first official rehearsal of Dunderbeck's Underdogs! We are a new ska group. It is comprised of of Mckray Jones - Bass, Joe Busch - Guitar, Christine Jessop - Vocals/keyboard, Jake Craig - Percussion, Mckennan Jones - Auxillary percussion/random doohickies, Trever Murri - Trumpet, and Me, Jared Montgomery - Trombone. Today was freaking great. We worked out two songs. One being the story of dunderbeck, and the other being a song based around the Bumble Bee Tuna jingle. We had loads of fun hanging out and playing music. We are so doing it again. Oh, and Mckray or Mckennan, talk to Matt about playing Tenor for us. That would be awesome! Sweet! I finally, after three years of trying, got a solid band together. Eat that, Troy "Bitchfaced" Cottom! What now?!?! ...BITCH!!!

Yeah yeah...

2005-08-27T12:05:00.000-06:00

Dang it. I haven't been posting enough. I was right, though. School brought back blogging, at least a little. I do need to post more. Anyways, I made it through the first two weeks of school. I also held my first real sectional as Low Brass section leader. We went out and marched the sets to the first song on the field. It went quite well, and we will be ready on Monday. Mckray and I made a name for our two man Alternative Prog band. It is "McJoJaMo" Bizarre, isn't it. Ten points to anyone who knows what it means! Well, another pointless blog into the vast knowledgebase known as the internet. Goodbye.

School

2005-08-21T21:21:00.000-06:00

Well, the first week of school has come and gone. I really like my schedule. I have English, World Civ, Physics, and Stage/Tech on one day, and the other day I have Band, Web Development, Fit for Life, and Math. pretty good blend of classes. I am quite enjoying all of it. Well, not so much band, and especially not jazz band. <> Okay, so we have jazz band, right? Wrong! We are doing the stupidest shit! It has basically turned into beginning music theory. He is "teaching" us chord structure, and "how to improv." He tells us that jazz is mostly major 9 chords. He tells us that there is a certain method for improvising. He is such a PRICK! By he, I mean Mr. Mo. There is no fucking method to improv. Jazz comes from the soul! Improv is merely singing into your horn whatever sounds good to you. Whatever hops into your head. Jazz is NOT all major 9 chords. He is constantly confusing jazz with lounge. He doesn't even know his charts. He thought that Zoot Suit Riot was Sing Sing Sing (with a swing) Zoot Suit Riot was written and performed by The Cherry Poppin' Daddies, and they are still performing and writing. They are from the NINETIES!!! I wish he would just stop trying to teach us how to "improvise." Improvisation comes from the heart, not a book. BITCH!< /vent > Okay, so enough of that. My classes are good except for that. Well, I'm out!

Ingrown Toenails

2005-08-07T22:25:00.000-06:00

They are bitches! Well, really, they made me their bitch, but that's beside the point. I really dislike ingrown toenails!!! I have to march in the morning, too. Damnit! I spent three and a half hours trying to get it out of the skin, and all I succeeded in doing was cutting up my toe, and then dipping it in salt. Fuck, it hurts.