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(no subject) [Mar. 2nd, 2006|02:37 am]
Nathan Scott Phillips
Good lord, I haven't posted on here in ages. About 2 months.

Well, I doubt I'll be coming back here much anymore, if at all... So if you want to stalk me elsewhere, my myspace page can be found at: www.myspace.com/phineasthetreewizard

For a more normal, possibly final journal entry:

I'm sick with mono. But based on some of the horror stories I've heard about it, I'm pretty lucky. It comes and goes in a wave-like fashion, and that super crappy feeling wave doesn't hit very often. Based on that any how some of the symptoms are, this is easily the strangest damn sickness I've ever been sicknessized with.

In other news... I've been having an easier time writing music. I have one song almost recorded on my pal's man's 8-track thingy. I just need to rerecord a part, maybe add an extra background track or two, and mayhaps find someone to sing on it. But it works fine as an instrumental, so mayhaps not. It's a pretty, delicate, inspirational type thing. Reminds me of something post-rocky without actually being post-rock.

And I have another song waiting in line that's mostly finished in my head, multiple tracks and all, other than bass and drums. It's like some random southern sludge metal band + Electric Wizard + Isis +... eh, I dunno. It's basically super slow, sludgy riffage and a mellow trippy section that slowly builds back up to heaviness. It's neat.

That's enough of an entry for me. It's time to hit the hay. And by hit the hay, I don't mean like the Duke Bros. driving through a bale of hay in the General Lee. I mean I'm about to prepare myself for slumberization.

If I don't see y'all on myspace or on my now rare soulseek chattings: Farewell. You've been good to me baby, but sometimes a man just has to move on.

Peace out yo.
-Me
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feliz navidad feliz navidad feliz navidad prospero ano y felicidad [Dec. 26th, 2005|01:15 am]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |sympatheticsympathetic]
[music |Deerhoof]

I barely got anything for Jesusmas this year, especially compared to my mostly spoiled Jmas's of yore, and yet it was my happiest in years. Maybe it was just because I woke up still buzzed after a night of not-out-of-control partying... not a bad hangover type of waking up, but rather a nice pleasant afterglow sort of thing... but anyway, my mood was a nice mixture of happy and energetic (at least, what would be considered energetic for someone so immensely laid back as myself) and jokingness (I was so on today man, and my style of humor is usually too wack for those family members) and some other positive mood qualities.

Maybe it was just because it was relief from the bad times several people I'm close to have been having this happy happy holidays season. Money problems, car crashes, a lost job, severe medical problems of a friend of some friends...

I'm most likely going to be hired as a telemarketer in a couple weeks. But not just any telemarketer, but a bastard that's going to try to make people feel sorry and donate to charities. It's funny, I'm like the shyest and most non-talking person I know, and here I'll be talking for 4 hours straight (luckily they're short shifts) trying to convince people...

But then again, I just took a speech class, and I ended up being one of the best speechgivers... Adding dollops of funny onto the apple pie of my speeches apparently covered up my nervous shaking and long pauses of trying to think about what I'm doing... It didn't take long before everyone was expecting something humorous to emanate from my speech-giving practices on a regular basis.

And it's also funny... I know so many people that work there already. My cousin (who've I've always been really best-friends type of close with), one of my rapper pals, the roommate of said rapper pal, a not-close-but-still-cool friend, the sister of my other rapper pal (the same gal I had a little 'thing' for from the college cafe shop due to misread signals about a year or so back), an ex-girlfriend I haven't seen in like 10 years, a rapper that my rapper pals have done shows with, the mother of a different rapper my rapper pals have done shows with... plus there's more people that I don't know, but are connected in various ways with the people I do know there... and along with a couple other people that aren't coming to mind at the moment, my other rapper pal's girlfriend used to work there...

Yeah, I've been having lots and lots of weird coincidences lately. As in... eh, the past year? Largely along the lines of people from my past, whether former good friends or just minor acquaintances, coming back into my life in weird ways... Then having all these connections between them. Like 2 unrelated people from different parts of my former life both knowing a third person, yet not knowing each other... or how about how I discovered that one person I slightly knew before is dating another person I slightly knew before (one of which is one of those telemarketing folks), and both of them end up knowing my close rapper pals... so it's 3 different people/groups that I know that ended up all knowing each other... or the most recent one, in which Pal told me how he first met a certain former classmate (which I didn't know he knew (more weird coincidence material there)), then the very next day, I get a message from her on myspace. And now it seems we may become neat real-life friends... she's already willing to try singing for my "band" (aka, me and my guitar) just for fun, even though she can't really sing.

And for one little non-it's-a-small-world coincidence... Have you ever been driving around, or parked somewhere, or whatever, at night, and a streetlight or something turns off as you go by? Yeah, well... that happened a bunch of times in a short period of time. Like 5-6 times in one week or week and a half or something like that.

I think maybe all this is that God person's way of telling me something... like maybe... to cut people?.......

Yes, that is it! If I rage around cutting people in a random manner, I will become a minor divinity and ascend to the heavens to sit and play backgammon with God without all this mucking about through Life! I have a feeling that the remainder of my days will be crammed gloriously full, like 2 abnormally large penii being inserted simultaneously into the anus of one in-desperate-need-of-money amateur pornstar, of cheerfully gushing blood and gently swaying exposed organs!

Tomorrow I'm going to try and record some songs at Friend's Boyfriend's crib. Yay.

I'm thinking about possibly taking a break from college for this next term. Yay?
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(no subject) [Dec. 16th, 2005|02:58 pm]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |predatorypredatory]
[music |HORSE - Birdo]

Schooooool's out. for. ever.

Leaving community college for real college next semester. Yay?

I just realized the other day that the Jackass theme song is "Corona" by the Minutemen... a song covered by my beloved Calexico... I feel like a dummy for not noticing long long ago.
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i said shhhhh [Dec. 6th, 2005|09:15 pm]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |peacefulpeaceful]
[music |Acid Bath - Dead Girl]

12 oz. Mouse is the bestest show I've been newly introduced to in a long time.

A Pal is convinced that the main character of 12 oz. Mouse is based on me. I must admit, there are many similarities between us. And much of the show itself reminds me of my experiences with LSD back in the day... if that counts for anything...

I finally have access to recording equipment again... Friend's Boyfriend has some stuff and some time off for the happy happy holidays from his busy work schedule. Look for a song or two from yours truly shortly after Jesusmas. Then expect very little from yours truly once Boyfriend goes back to work until I learn how to use the stuff myself and can find time to hang at Friend's crib whilst ignoring her and focusing on recording. Unless I can get her to sing or something. Because I can't. And girlie vocals can sound oh so neat.

I've been coming up with a lot of Electric Wizard and Cult of Luna and Celestial-era Isis style riffages lately. So expect something along those lines... except, y'know, not nearly as good.
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(no subject) [Nov. 8th, 2005|02:36 am]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |soresore]
[music |Los Polyphonic Spree]

This Saturday my rapper pals had a show... and since I'm their backup Dancin' Grampa interpretive dancer, I danced. Quite interpretively, I might add. I did the Moonwalk. I did the Robot. I did that wavey arm thing, and there was much rejoicing.

This time I wore a flasher Halloween costume with the old dude mask instead of my normal old dude clothes... And this time they relied more on me and silly stupid props to make an entertaining show instead of just rapping and have a weird grampa guy come out a couple times really quick... This time I was out being stupid for the majority of the set, and they just recruited a second backup dancer that made his dancin' debut this time. Basically, they retired as 'musicians', and now consider themselves overall entertainers. Starting with this show. Which is good, because their music isn't too good, other than it's possible entertaining silliness factor.

And they blew most of the other groups away. Most of the others were crappy "horrorcore" groups that pretty much stood there and rapped. One group had a pretty good entertaining performance, but not a silly one like ours.

The biggest cheer of the night is when I came out on stage alone with a walker and slowely hobbled over to press play on the player thing that played the beats. I'm think I might start a solo career, these rapper dudes are only holding me back.

At one point, one of my pals, who weighs about 325-350 lbs, picked me up on his shoulders and fell backwards... I guess this fancy manouver is called a Samoan Drop? I dunno, I was never a wrestling fan... And I'm certainly not one after that... It hurt. First I had the wind knocked out of me and was stunned. Then I realized what happened and made sure I wasn't freaking broken in half or anything. Then I belatedly realized the was a freakin' loud boom when I/we landed, and a huge "ooooh" sound from the crowd. Then I scamped backstage and recovered for a bit. During that time, a crapload of people came and asked me if I was alright. I was in pain, but I persevered. I can't wait to see the video.

After the set there was some (where's the) beef between some people outside. Heads were sucker punched. Teeth were chipped. Faces got sprayed with pepper spray made to be used on bears. Have you ever seen anyone get sprayed with pepper spray? It's awesome. One dude puked. Another spent like 15 minutes straight in the bathroom splashing water over his face. I didn't see the actual spraying, but I came out several minutes afterwards and people were still gagging and shit, and I could taste it in the air and feel it in my throat.

A few days later and I'm still sore all over. My left asscheek and my left rib area from the force of a rising hard wood stage and a falling fat man converging with myself in their way... My legs from doing 30 minutes of jumping and leg-intensive dancing in fancy old-guy-ish shoes that didn't fit well, using the legs of a body that is not in shape... And my neck from... well, I dunno why the hell my neck is sore... maybe whiplash when I landed that Samoan thingy?

Enjoy some pics, yo.


Me and my walker waiting for their entrance during the intro thingy:


Rapper pal "Trajik" looking quite dapper with his tuxedo shirt and pimp hat (the show was called "The Mass Murderer's Ball", it was quite fitting):


Gettin' down:


Me and New Guy sexually assulting the plus-sized "Fattie Pattie" blow-up doll (yes, he's wearing a bear head (we borrowed if from A&W)... no, a bear head doesn't makes sense... and no, he luckily didn't get hit with the bear-strength pepper spray...):


Rapper pal "Bob Roxxx" kills Fattie Pattie, Grampa runs away crying:


Right about here is when Bob got possessed by Satan:


Bear Boy and his giant inflatable happy-faced penii:


Me before the set... It's hard to keep a straight face when you're threatening the camerawoman with the Power Glove and a mean attitude...


I wish there were some pictures of the Samoan Drop or some of the pepper spray action. But alas, there are none.
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cigarette ashes and crumbs on a desk [Oct. 11th, 2005|02:16 am]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |soup]
[music |peanut shells in a plastic bucket]

So, the Kayo Dot show over the weekend

I brought my pal Kristen, who had never heard any Kayo Dot...

Due to fucked up Mapquest directions and one poorly placed street sign, we took way too long being lost and trying to find the place. I mean, waaayyyy too long. Kinda put us in a tired mood. Didn't help that neither of us got enough sleep the night before.

We get there, and there's one dude on stage playing guitar, recording loops, and generally being a noisy nuisance. It had potential to be pretty neat, but it was too aimless and uneventful. Needed more groovin' and less looking at papers to look up effects settings while the same unimpressive loops play over and over. He had a tiny bit of decent riffage somewhere along the lines of... eh, I guess somewhere between Sleep and a slowed-down Isis... but there was no musical progression... It was like, 'I'll record and loop and manipulate a few things into a noisy backing track, then play this same slow riff for two minutes straight, poorly improvise a few different random power chords in there, then stop and play with my pedals to little noticable effect.'

Kristen came to the conclusion that he was actually trying to signal alien spacecraft. It didn't seem to be working...

Then this band Trephine played. The noisy nuisance dude played bass in this band, but they were more enjoyable. Basically, they were slightly-technical, instrumental prog rock/metal... WITH AN EXTRA PERCUSSIONIST PLAYING A PROPANE TANK SET!!! They were fairly good, but maybe a vocalist would do them good. Kinda brought the stoner groove to the table at times, which was nice.

Then tha 'Dot played. I have mixed feelings... The sound wasn't the greatest, which kinda sucked. They played The Manifold Curiosity, which was awesome (besides the not-the-greatest sound). And they played 2 of the new songs, which I had trouble getting into... There were some great parts, but... Maybe I just needed to be more familiar with them to get over the bad sound and imagine the well-mixed album version in my head... And those 2 songs were too much slow, ugly, non-groovy metal, not enough mellow pretty stuff and/or heavy stuff you can groove and/or chaotically rock out to. But the distorted guitars were mostly pretty muffled and indistinct, so that's part of the problem. They ended the set by pulling a metal drum garbage can thingy onstage, and over the last 5 minutes or so, putting down their instruments one by one and picking up drumsticks to drum on the metal drum. Neat, but kinda anti-climactic. A big loud ending would have been better than a sort of fade out into a tribal sort of thing.

They didn't have the new album for sale, but they did have the Toby Driver album... It's a little bit like Kayo Dot, but not really... It's really ambient and minimal-ish and uneventful. There's never really any big crescendos into big loud awesomeness, just mostly ambientness. I'll hold out on a final opinion until after a few more listens, but so far, I'm mostly unimpressed. Not quite my kind of thing. There's some goodness on there, though.

Most of the band scampered off somewhere when I went to say 'sup after the set, but I did get to say 'sup to Mia and Forbes, so that's neat. Shook Forbes' hand and told him he's neat... Mia was handling the merch sales and I told her she was neat.

Between noisy nuisance dude and Kayo Dot, I think Kristen was pretty weirded out... Maybe if there was better sound and a different selection of songs she would have dug it more. Anything from Choirs would probably have suited her tastes a lot more than the new songs.

I don't know what happened to Mouth of the Architect... Either they got screwed and got stuck in a really short opening slot that we were slightly too late to see (doesn't seem likely), or we left too early and they didn't get any shout-outs between sets from the other bands (more likely but still not too likely).
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2005|03:39 am]
Nathan Scott Phillips
Kayo Dot/Mouth of the Architect this Saturday. More like SaturYAY.

At first they didn't announce who they'd be playing with... I was hoping against hope that Mouth of the Architect or Gregor Samsa would be there, since they're on other dates... Then I got all worried when it was temporarily cancelled... Then they found a different place to play at, which made me :), and they also announced that the Mouth would be playing at this show, which made me even more :)

These other groups The Nain Rouge and Trephine are playing with them. I've never heard of them, but after a bit of research, their descriptions sound pretty interesting. So add some more :) in there. But I'm having trouble downloading song samples at the moment, so make that a minor, temporary :(

^~^
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2005|10:00 pm]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |drunkdrunk]
[music |i'm proud to be an american, where at least i know i'm free]

This past weekend was "Roadtrip to Cleveland so My Rapper Pals Can Play an Opening Slot on a Esham/Blaze Show" time. It was fun. 7 silly and semi-silly people cramped up into a mini-van for a couple hours. Nevermind that I don't give a rat's ass about Esham or any other Psychopathic Record shit. I had friends to support and giggle with during the roadtrip and dress up as Grampa and dance around during their set for.

Between dancing on stage as Grampa for my homies, promoting (as in: giving people flyers that most of them throw away) at other similar shows, and "checking out the competition" at even more shows, I've been to way too fucking many 'horrorcore' and related ICP-influenced rap-style shows in the past half year or so. That's what friends are for, I guess. And it's usually better than sitting around staring at each other. One show had a Roots-ish rap band, which was neat. The bass sounded so much better coming from an actual instrument. Plus the guitarist was wearing some sort of fedora-like headgear. That's always a plus.

Today I beat all 15 levels of the GBA incarnation of Tetris. As my homeboy 2-Pack Shaker says, and I quote, "Bow down to a nigga that's greater than you." Actually, I suspect this version of Tetris may be easier than others. I can't remember if you could do this on other versions, but I beat this one because you can keep rotating a piece and move it around even after it hits bottom. Then you can maneuver it to a better position once it gets to ridiculous speeds in which you can barely even control where it goes. It took almost 45 minutes to get through all 15 levels. Neato.
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(no subject) [Sep. 15th, 2005|10:29 pm]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |artisticartistic]
[music |Down - Temptation's Wings]

I'm so not into school this term. Still burnt out from the stressful spring semester I guess. I dunno. Whatever.

Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a depressed kiddie. My non-school-related life is going quite well. Other than being broke, but hey, I'm used to that. I almost want to quit school for a while so I can get a job without worrying about it interferring with my schoolwork and social life. Almost.

I need to gather up some money for the Kayo Dot show. Oct 8th. Hmm... Maybe I could roll some old ladies. Or maybe... Hitman?

I could dig that.

Shaving my manly bits for the first time was one of the scariest and most harrowing experiences of my life.
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(no subject) [Aug. 23rd, 2005|01:26 pm]
Nathan Scott Phillips
[mood |recumbentrecumbent]
[music |Nick Drake - some song on Pink Moon]

Haha I saw the Family Guy movie and y'all didn't.

Please excuse me if you in fact have already seen it also, as I've been out of the interweb loop a lot lately. But I haven't heard anything about it on my few interweb excursions as of late, so I thought I'd give a try at bragging about it. And it was like a perfect DVD quality file, so as far as I know it could have been a promo copy or something that somehow got into the hands of a friend of a friend of a friend (and maybe a few more friends in there, but I can't trace it back that far) and ripped into that huge file (I think my friend said something about it being a few gigs while he was in the process of burning it to DVD). I dunno, what do I look like, some kind of expert on the methods in which straight to DVD movies of popular animated comedy television shows are made available to fans before it is even released straight to DVD? Well I'm not, so stop acting like I am.

I found it to be a bit disappointing, but still quite enjoyable.

While on the subject of movies, I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory a while back at one of those huge-screened IMAX theaters, and I must say, being able to see every freaking pore on Willy Wonka's freaky freaking face with that big ol' screen was kind of disturbing.
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