Jason Mraz @ The Roxy, 11.30.03
The Roxy was your typical music venue: a stage with an uphill floor and a balcony of seats above. Tristan Prettyman and Matt Nathanson opened. Tristan (we're on a first name basis) had a nice enough voice and guitar skills, but her songs pretty much all had the same 4/4 fingerpicking tempo. Matt, however, rocked the place. He followed a classic live formula: original song + chorus of cover song in the middle + back to the final chorus of your song = screaming girls (even throwing in a little Enrique Iglesias and Prince). But Jason was a mixed bag. His band is up to six members now, and somehow I felt that a lot of the emotion from his acoustic days was missing. There were highlights - an encore of "The Rainbow Connection" and one member's excessive use of a cowbell - but most of the show was simply okay.
Sunday, November 30 at 9:17 PM
N O V E M B E R 0 3
The solo music begins with Konami. Chip Kidd and Linda Kaplan Thaler visit school. Espiritu gives an update from Boston. Jeff and Dave visit the World of Coke. Andrew goes crazy with the alphabet.
Harmonica Jesus and Loopers
Thanks for the positive response to the new full version of Konami. I hope to finish the other three songs and practice over December. My family came to visit me for Thanksgiving, and we were joined by Richard, Howard, and Jeff for one of the best meals that I've had in a while.
On Wednesday night, I caught an influential show - Brian Vander Ark and David Ryan Harris playing upstairs at Smith's Olde Bar. Both were entertaining solo acoustic acts, giving me a little hope for the difficult road ahead. Brian Vander Ark was the lead singer of the Verve Pipe (remember "Freshmen" from high school?) and is now doing his solo thing. He had a great voice and solid songs, but halfway through the concert a strange hippie guy jumped on stage and started playing harmonica with him. "Harmonica Jesus" (as Andrew called him) started rocking out, using one hand to balance the mic and harmonica, and the other to wave around like he was freestyling...and it turned out that he was in fact part of the show. Continuing the three-name-night, David Ryan Harris came up next and used a "looper" extensively. He'd start a song with percussive slaps on his guitar, and with a push of a foot pedal, the beat looped in the background. Later on he got even crazier with multiple reverse loops, but his voice and guitar playing over top of it was equally impressive. It was a small show that had a lot of back-and-forth chatter with the audience. All I wanted to do was come home and play guitar. For me right now, while the demo recordings are fun, they're mainly there to get live shows. That's where I hope to rock out the most.
Saturday, November 29 at 5:53 PM
Konami
Konami is finally finished. You can download it at a new section of the site devoted to solo music adventures - okaysamurai.com/music.
It's not perfect, but I think I made it sound as good as my knowledge of recording would take it. Eric Espiritu and Blake Surbey were invaluable with their technical support. I also drove to Borders a few times and read stuff from books like the "Idiot's Guide To Home Recording." I hope that if you compare this song to some of my earlier efforts (from Abandoned Mine Cart to Hawaiian Treehouse), the quality is a lot clearer and crisper.
Konami, for the non-video-game crowd out there, is the name of a major company that created games like Contra, Gradius, Castlevania and any game featuring the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The chorus of the song, "Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Select Start," is the most famous code in video game history - and it appeared in several games on the original Nintendo. It took me a while to feel comfortable saying this, but now I've got to say that video game music is one of my biggest influences. As a few of you know (or recently found out...hmm...), I went through a borderline obsessive video game phase when most teenagers were going through their rebellion stage. Because the sounds and quality were limited on a system like Super Nintendo, a lot of games threw in music as an afterthought, and it sounded like the stereotypes: crappy bleeps and bloops. But some games realized the shortcomings and focused instead on melody, harmonies, and implementing them in the game environment. I started to transpose the songs to piano; I remember playing the first level theme from Enix's Actraiser at a piano recital. And then I started to add lyrics, which was how we got the first song for the band, Grasshopper Suicide (taken from Star Fox's Corneria level). More epic games like the Zelda and Final Fantasy series had symphonic music that completely overwhelmed me, many rivaling film scores. So yeah, if I could take one positive thing out of the entire video game phase, it was definitely the music. Since school started, I've played my Gamecube only a handful of times (See Mike, I should have sold it to you before moving). I don't know if it's about me getting older or losing interest, but there are still some amazing games, especially from an artistic perspective. Have you seen the Nintendo ad in theatres where all the Japanese schoolchildren are emulating Nintendo characters? I think it was cool until the end, when the kids all have masks on. I had an idea for a more effective ending, since advertising is starting to become somewhat intravenous. When the store owner turned to face the kids, he should of seen the crowd normally, but then a kid in the background jumps up and hits an invisible question mark block from the Mario games. You hear the iconic "cling" sound and cut to the logo.
I won't be writing again until next week because it's getting to be crunch time in school. So Happy Thanksgiving, and enjoy Konami.
Saturday, November 22 at 5:41 PM
Graham
I got to ring the gong at Mama Fu's tonight. Just another event to add to my life's highlight reel, right after the time I was an extra in the Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular. My Design Aesthetics teacher calls me "Graham" now because I bring graham crackers to snack on during her class; it's sticking. I think I'm getting in over my head...this week's assignment is to create a product for the gift store at our exhibit (Olmec Pandas, remember?), and I'm attempting to create something in the style of the classic 1986 board game Fireball Island. One of these bad boys in good condition is worth well over $100 nowadays. Actually, speaking of projects, here's what I'll be able to show you in Shoot at the end of the quarter, after (or more importantly if) I finish: the Fireball Island knockoff board game and box, a promo poster for the "Bamboo and Basalt Ajawsphere" exhibit, three bags from the exhibit's gift store, a model treehouse made out of boxes, a silkscreen poster about record company reform, a cover to Albert Camus' The Rebel, and three very different books. "Critique week" is three weeks away, which is basically our final exam. We get dressed up and present all of our projects in front of a panel of judges; they're the ones who determine our quarter grades (on a 1-10 scale).
Tuesday, November 18 at 8:09 PM
Call To The Color Blind
The recording of Konami is coming along slowly; it should hopefully be finished and online by next Sunday. Did you know that Eric Angelo Espiritu is the man? Well, he is. New Distraction is playing nonstop as background music. Eric helped me out with some technical questions via email, and it's taken the mixing to a much cleaner level. Jeff and I are very excited about putting everything together, and may even get some unique CD packaging help from our production teacher. My days right now consist of schoolwork and recording - that's pretty much it. (Edit - Blake Surbey is the man as well.)
Check out the new Harry Potter trailer. Sirius and the dementors look sha-weet...
Saturday, November 15 at 10:28 PM
Plan B
We had two seminars today that were off the proverbial hook. Chip Kidd is a book cover design guru, having done everything from Jurassic Park to David Sedaris' Naked to the Peanuts Art Anthology. His presentation was hilariously entertaining, showing us rejected covers and even resorting to singing at one point. When a girl in the back asked him to speak up, he immediately yelled "NO! If you can't hear me, you're deaf" and continued. It was interesting to hear the thought processes behind his newest designs. I was fortunate to sit in on a 23-person workshop with him, where he critiqued several students' own book cover designs (I'm working on one now, but was too embarrassed to show it after seeing all of his work).
Equally as inspiring was Linda Kaplan Thaler, who is responsible for TV ads like the Aflac duck, the "Toys R Us Kid" song, and the Herbal Essence shampoo line. She was very passionate about how the best stuff always comes from your Plan B, no matter how much you love your Plan A. Aflac was a small company that only 3% of the country recognized before her campaign; they're up to 96% recognition now. The Aflac duck idea came from frustrated creative directors shouting the name and jokingly commenting on how it sounded like a duck quacking; plan B worked.
I'm excited to hear that Eric is pursuing the rockstar dream and that jeffchin.com is a month old. I'm also surprised/excited about the response that Shoot is getting, both back home and within my circle of friends here. More is on the way...
Thursday, November 13 at 5:22 PM
Greetings From Boston
Well Well, it's been a long time. I was just surfing and i decided to check in on dave's site and see what he's been up to. He's living in Atlanta now?? Wow that's pure craziness. Hope things are going well. Skimmed through some of the posts and it's good to see that he's still doing music. One of my good buddies from high school, Eric Mohring, (he was in our guitar ensemble class) had his band @ JMU for a little while, Scarred Visions, which was a total shred filled metal band that he started up with the Perroy's. Eric was one guy that was talented and really passionate about his music, and I talked to him recently and he's got a pretty serious girlfriend now and he's dropping the whole band and guitar thing. He messaged me today asking if i was interested in his mesa boogie cabinet because he's getting rid of it. It's crazy. He's getting his masters and is probably going to get married after that. Wow. Well as long as he's happy that's all that matters. I know that in the end, you gotta go for the girl.
but we're all still soo young..
Anyway, on my side of things, I'm temporarily residing in boston (probably just another year) and then i'm planning on moving out to Los Angeles. I graduated from Berklee College of Music in May with a degree in film scoring but am not pursuing film music work right away. I've realized that Film Scoring is something that I can do even while I'm old and grey, whereas this whole rock star thing...well, you gotta pursue it while you're young. So i'm gonna give this whole thing all i've got while I still have my hair. My old project "preppy" has now turned into a band, called the teenage symphonies which i'm really excited about. We're kinda just getting things started, but this is something that I've wanted for awhile so I know what I'm going to do. We will begin recording an EP or demo this month and I've written all the music already, so now it's just about rehearsing and getting in there and recording.
The music is deeper now, more mature, less cheese, and melodically and harmonically adventurous while still maintaining a pop sensibility. I've really been getting into a lot of late 1960's pop, particularly The Beach Boys. "Pet Sounds" has got to be one of the best pop albums ever in terms of composition and arrangement. If you haven't heard it, you should check it out. It may take a couple listens, but it won't be long before it blows your mind.
Anyway, I'm probably rambling on a little too much here, but I just thought that i'd touch base with you guys and say what's up. Take care.
Monday, November 10 at 9:30 PM
Firefighters Unite!
Let me jump in here real quick and put the next OKS Factoid, since Eugene hasn't written one in a while.
Okay Samurai Factoid #27 (once again, because I don't know what # he left off on): The seldom used but classic expression, "Firefighters Unite!" was not created by Eugene, but by Jeff Chin! Eugene only passed it along 2 weeks after the first saying claiming it to be his. Originally created atop the Hurler at Paramount's Kings Dominion in Doswell, VA...Me, Eugene, Lynda Burnell, and Louise Winstead all went there to ride the rides and have a good ol' time(yes odd bunch, I know...at first I thought it was Laura Dean the Math Machine that was with us and not Louise). While on the Hurler, Eugene and I tried to scream the weirdest exclaimations we could conceive, many were created, but only FIREFIGHTERS UNITE! stood the test of time.
And just for future reference, I made up Andrew getting the vanity plate "HNGN W MR" for his soon to be new Mini Cooper. (beat ya to it andrew)
at 4:54 PM
Demo
I've written a few times that I'm working on a relatively scaled-back demo disc in hopes of playing shows around Atlanta. Recording Konami two weeks ago was more of a software learning process than anything, and I'm not really happy with the end result. I'm starting over from scratch, and I'll be working for the rest of 2003 on developing four songs: Seasons (tentative title), Konami, The Song That I Always Break A String While Playing (extremely tentative title) and Hawaiian Treehouse. I think the first three will be full versions if I can mix them somewhat correctly (better than Akshay151). If that burns me out, I'll use the old version of Hawaiian Treehouse to round out the CD...if not, I'll add some piano, strings, and possibly female background vocals to it. You know, typical ballad stuff. I've recently been re-inspired by Jason Mraz - yesterday I borrowed/burned Waiting For My Rocket To Come in anticipation of his November 30 concert here. Since I was only used to his live acoustic stuff, it was exciting to hear full versions of some of his live album songs. Mraz is above Mayer for me now.
at 1:17 AM
World of Coke
New Shoot - Jeff and I went to the Coke Museum in downtown Atlanta today. We had two reasons to go: 1) To try riding MARTA, Atlanta's answer to the subway, and 2) to drink every international flavor of Coke offered to us. Jeff's working on a website too (what's up with these asian Jeffs and websites?), so we've been going crazy with his digital camera. I loved some international flavors (a Chinese Watermelon drink was great) and gagged on others (Italy's Beverly: Bitter Aperitif...check out the pictures for my reaction). I also caught an IMAX movie last night, but this is an Atlanta original: Martinis and IMAX. Everyone (except me and my flip flops) was extremely well dressed and there was a martini bar outside of the theater with live music. So the audience was pretty much sloshed during the movie, which was entertaining in its own way.
Saturday, November 8 at 2:04 PM
Yo-Yo Ma Revolutions
Two new pictures in Shoot.
Well, I did it, and that can only mean one thing - I got Yo-Yo Ma's Obrigado Brazil. I saw him interviewed on CNN and had a gift card for Borders, so I decided to check his newest album out. It has completely blown me away. Yo-Yo Ma's on this curiosity kick, exploring different cultures and doing his cello thing. He pairs himself up with the best musicians of each country and composes pieces with them. The result is something different, surprising, deep, and cool. There are elements of classical music, but everything remains fairly accessible. I've been bringing my headphones to school and rocking it as background music while I work. That's right, you read it correctly - I just said that I'm rocking Yo-Yo Ma.
I saw The Matrix Revolutions last night and was disappointed. It answers most of your questions, has the trademark fight scenes, throws in a surprise or two and displays some incredible special effects. But the coolness of the first movie has dissipated into what seems to only serve the purpose of a final chapter. Don't get me wrong - I was entertained and on the edge of my seat for a good portion of the movie. In the end, however, I left unsatisfied. I feel that Revolutions didn't expand the Matrix universe and philosophies as much as the first two. The first movie influenced our culture and became the reason to buy DVD technology. The second pushed the ideas and gave us more - more fights, more weapons, more special effects - and the architect scene, which completely turned everything you thought you knew upside-down. Revolutions just ends the story. It was a period to end the trilogy when I wished it was an exclamation mark.
Thursday, November 6 at 4:29 PM
Ten More Letters
Knighted kindergarteners K.O. Kosher kites keenly keeping kaput keyboards knowingly kowtow kneeling kings kissing khaki knapsack kitten kiosks leaping labouriously like lunging lizards landing lucrative local locations leperous Larry leased lethargically learning lithium lasers lead livid leaches luxurious lynches mainly monitoring mental mistakes men made misunderstanding monotonous moon monster mandibles manipulating millions mercilessly mangled maybe murdered my midnight missions might make measurements more meaningful negating necessary nightly nocturnal notation now numerous naked nostalgic neanderthal nincompoops need Nantucket necters never nicely navigating northeasternly over obviously oscilating oceans observations of obscene osculating or otherwise ordinary operations obstructed obliquely on October one orchestral overture overpowers omnipotently obtaining onyx otter organs originally purchased perhaps partially perchance presents percolate provided pants protect private parts perturbing politically peaceful peanut plantation people pandering pleasently provided quiche queens quaff quaint quail quagmires quizzically quoting quidditch quadrilateral quota quotionts quit quivering recklessly regarding responsible rabbits randomly recommending respectable royal rulers reprimand rebels recognizing rude ransacking regularly reaping rice rendering rattlesnakes relatively starving so seeing sandwiches somewhere sends signals signifying supreme satisfaction satiating skinny salivating snakes sometime soon since somewhere seven steamrollers surrounded snacks supressing struggling salamander survival though the things thrive thereby thwarting those that think themselves targets to triskadekaphobic tricks thought tremendously theatrical totally threatening ten-thousand teachers throughout Thailand
at 10:22 AM
I Work Hard For The Money
Amateur authors actively arresting armchairs and animals almost arbitrarily because baby bakes beautiful banana bread before brutally bashing Brian’s brain cruelly creating cranium chunks charging carelessly containing capacitance charge despite deployment during dreary dawn describing delightful ducks doing dances dreamily daring Dan dangerously down decks eventually ending escaping eternity envisioning Edgar eating eleven eggs entirely encased entertaining everyone forgetting future faults flags fly for freedom frolicking fantastically fantasizing French fry floods fabricated Friday from Florida forests five furlongs farther going galloping gallantly gaining grandeur gracefully giving greedy goblins generic green glue gallons gifts grasping great garish guitars heedlessly hurled horrifically handled heavenly hollering halleluiah having had his heart habitually hinder hockey however he happily ignored introduction into insurrection identifying icy indigo incisors inhabiting inside intrinsically idiosyncratic Indians intoxicated if inebriation invokes intimate involvement isolating jerks jointly jumping jobs just journeying jabbing jars. That's all I've got.
Wednesday, November 5 at 9:17 AM
A Little History on Samurai- Okay
From the latter part of the Heian era (794-1185), the warriors of Japan were called bushi (buu-she), a term that had been introduced from China. In earlier times, court officials who waited upon the emperor were known as saburo-bitto, from the word saburo, which means "to serve" or "wait upon." Bushi assigned to guard the emperor came to be known as saburai. By the thirteenth century, hereditary warriors, as well as officials serving princes, court ministers, and other persons of high rank, were called saburai. Saburai originally referred only to higher class warriors and court officials. Eventually it was changed to samurai just to make it easier to pronounce.
The essence of the samurai code of bushido was total loyalty to the feudal lord; a willingness to give their lives in the defense of their lord, his honor, and their own; a strict regimen of martial training; and a sternly refined etiquette that governed their actions and behavior in all things. Part of the code of the samurai was to commit suicide rather than be captured in war or dishonored by failure those who did fail became known as ronin (masterless samurai) and were shunned by socailty for their failure and dishonor. They became beggars, drunks, and assassins - shunned and feared. Many committed ritual suicide. Many others threatened to do so at the houses of wealthy lords, embarrassing the lords into giving them money or food. The code of the samurai applied to the women, as well as the men, in this elite class.
Early weapons included bows, arrows and swords. Armor included a helmet that protected head and neck, a breasplate that protected the chest, arm and shoulder protectors, and a belly wrap. Later armor included protection for the legs and thighs. Armor changed as the type of battles changed. A big change occured in the 5th century when horses were introduced to Japan. Another change occured in the 15th century because of the constancy of war and the introduction of guns into battle. The code developed from the Chinese concept of the virtues of warriors doing battle with the Samurai. The samurai called their code of chivalry Kyuba no michi ("The Way of Horse and Bow") and Bushido ("The Way of the Warrior").
The Samurai became expert in fighting from horseback and on the ground. They practiced armed and un-armed combat. The early Samurai emphasized fighting with the bow and arrow. They used swords for close-in fighting and beheading their enemies. Battles with the Mongols in the late 13th century led to a change in the Samurai's fighting style. They began to use their sword more and also made more use of spears and naginata. The Samurai slowly changed from fighting on horseback to fighting on foot. In the late 16th century, it became common for the Samurai to wear two swords (daisho). One was long; the other short. The long sword (daito - katana) was more than 24 inches. The short sword (shoto - wakizashi) was between 12 and 24 inches. The Samurai often gave names to their swords and believed it was the "soul" of their warriorship. The oldest swords were straight and had their early design in Korea and China. The Samurai's desire for tougher, sharper swords for battle gave rise to the curved blade we still have today.
One special category of samurai were the hatamoto (hah-tah-moe-toe), the higher ranking warriors who were the shogun's personal guard. During the Tokugawa Shogunate (1600-1867), the hatamoto were direct vassals of the shogun, and their annual revenue was fixed at a minimum of 10,000 bushels of rice. Even today, in some rural areas of Japan, the descendants of samurai feudal lords are treated with special respect reminiscent of the Tokugawa Shogunate.
at 5:53 AM
Gwyneth Paltrow Can't Fool Me
I had an epic dream last night. I figured out that a girl from Portfolio Center was actually Gwyneth Paltrow in disguise, and she was engaged to Chris Martin from Coldplay. We were in a building that was being evacuated for some reason, so we went to a mountain resort that had confusing roads twisting and tunneling through it. That led us to a subway, where we met up with a few other PC students. But then some guy was trying to proclaim himself as "King of the Subway" and kept on trying to climb higher; the subway car somehow became an auditorium and he was trying to be on the highest ground - but I beat him to it. He started to throw up and I spoke fluent Korean to him. Then more people started throwing up, and one person was starting to drown with her head in a sink - so I had to carry her unconscious self through the mountain tunnels with several other people. I think there was more, but I woke up shortly thereafter.
And this is why it happened: I saw Seven this weekend, co-starring Gwyneth Paltrow. Alison's going to a wedding this weekend. Yesterday Howard said he saw Coldplay in Radio City Music Hall. I drove a lot through winding roads yesterday to get some art supplies. Dayle is doing a project with subway systems from around the world. I saw a picture yesterday of a tortilla chip platter with a pumpkin throwing up guacamole. Jeff and I sometimes say Korean phrases to each other. Jen has a small "midget" sink at her place. Take that, Freud.
Tuesday, November 4 at 7:38 AM
Scattered Weekend Thoughts
I just caught the end of The Shawshank Redemption on AMC before calling it a night. This is only about the third time I've seen it, but it is honestly one of the best movies ever created. Every aspect of the film seems to be executed as close to perfection as possible. The first time I saw it was at Jeff Chin's house (and speaking of Jeff E. Chin, check out his Halloween in Vegas photos). Halloween was good here; I actually babysat for most of the night and met up with people later as Harry Potter again (thanks for the crucial scarf, Annie); pictures on the way. This week should be good for movies - Matrix Revolutions hits the theaters and Finding Nemo hits DVD. Super Monkey Ball 2 got some 4-player time tonight during a work break. Duck cloth is cheap; it's only about three bucks per square yard. I ran into Terra Centre and Robinson alum Blake "The Electric Sunshine Man" Surbey visiting one of my friends last weekend, but didn't realize that it was him until after he left...small world. I like Heavier Things a lot more now after several listens. This is the 185th posting on okaysamurai. Chipotle gives Baja Fresh a run for its money.
Sunday, November 2 at 10:26 PM
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