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	New song... tell me what you think :) Current mood: cheerful Category: Music okay. Since I'm on the road basically non-stop, with hours and hours to do jack shit, I have come to a couple realizations of sorts. I think I can be a successful cover-band musician, or a successful sideman to an artist (i.e.; play bass for Elton John) or write songs to sell to producers in Nashville. Oddly enuf, and this may be a defeatist attitude, I'm not sure I could ever make it as an original singer/sonwriter. Maybe I could, who knows. But anyway, I've decided to learn everything I can about the music industry, about songwriting, poetry, etc and try my hand selling songs. This is my first piece. I have always been interested in paranormal phenomenae, and this is one of many (to come) songs. I should have a link to the MP3 demo soon. I appreciate any critique, suggestions, praise, or hate mail. Read it and keep watch for the demo. Not sure if I'll put it on my music site, or just have a link to an external site. Laters! Out of My Body ©2006 by Jason Michel Lefebvre I search this moment for the mem'ry of now I find no path to take no explanation how To free my soul from restlessness and find that quietude How can my thoughts be in such disarray? I have the same dream every night; the one where I'm given to flight To feel the wind and feel the freedom we were meant to feel But when I wake I am imprisoned in myself again Again I search this moment for the memory of now Where I can be... Out of my body; free my mind To fall away and fall behind A resurrection for the dead and sight for the blind Out of my body; out of my head Leave the comfort of my bed Leave the safety of my room: out my body, out my head I've read the books I've done what they told me to I've meditated 'til my face, my ears, my eyes have all turned blue I'm losing hope that I will ever reach my goal Show me the way – help me to; and I will gladly pay the toll Get me... Out of my body; free my mind To fall away and fall behind A resurrection for the dead and sight for the blind Out of my body; out of my head Leave the comfort of my bed Leave the safety of my room: out my body, out my head Then suddenly a door opens up in my mind 'Cause underneath a stone left unturned I find An ancient understanding in my soul A meditation only I can know... Leads me... Out of my body; free my mind To fall away and fall behind A resurrection for the dead and sight for the blind Out of my body; out of my head Leave the comfort of my bed Leave the safety of my room: out my body, out my head
		Currently listening : 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Hanson By Hanson Release date: By 16 May, 2006
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Monday, October 23, 2006

	Aint Dat A Bitch! Current mood: aggravated My one consolation in this life is that I will eventually and inevitably die. Sound macabre? Fuck you! Check this out! My band "fourA.M." has been playing in Douglas, Wyoming or as the locals call it, "Dog's Ass," and having a blast. There are a few drawbacks, however. 1) Very few hot girls that have not had 6 babies, and B) The owner is a jackass who fucked us out of $500 last week, which after bar tabs and restraunt tabs (neither of which the band gets ANY discount on) left me with enough money to send home to my beautiful girl (friend, not daughter - I havent been in Dog's Ass THAT long) and buy a set of bass strings ($40). I've been wearing the same sweat soaked, smelly stage clothes for the last week now. When I was feeling really ambitious, I even washed a few things in our tiny hotel sink (I share a hotel room with my drummer, Ryan who is currently macking it up with a gorgeous stripper in the bed beside mine as I write). Did you know it takes 2 days for a pair of jeans to dry? Not me. "Okay, so this is all part of being on the road - take the good with the bad, you pussy!" is what you're thinking right? Well again, fuck you, but check it out: I love this, living out of a suitcase. Since I was a boy I've felt like my entire life was living out of a suitcase, like I'm just passing through. But here's what happened: After our smashing show Saturday night, when we played "Mmmbop" better than we've ever played it before, I had a hankerin' for a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich from Loaf & Jug, the local convenient store. I went out, started the Tahoe, and popped the hood to get the winshield wipers working (don't ask). The bar was closing and a drunk couple passed me by. The woman leaned towards me and said, "Check your tire," and continued on. Long story even longer, all four tires were maliciously slashed. They were not thinking of bunnies and rainbows as whoever it was did the deed. BAM $500 bucks blow right there - AND NO REACHAROUND!!!!! WTF? Luckily I had AAA and did not have to pay for the tow, but then this morning as the tower got here, we noticed a residue near the gas cap. Fuckin' Honey. Someone had put fuckin' honey in our tank. So basically, our band has made no money this week. We don't even know what else these fuckers have done. *sigh* Someone must've had it out for Skip. I sure as hell slept with no ones wife (and if anybody tells him you're dead <-- (you'll get it in a second)). There were rumors that of the two guys who had gotten in a fight that night, one of them had a Tahoe EXACTLY like ours. So maybe no vengence but a drunken error in judgement is to blame. Either way, this almost cost the band our jobs, so think twice before you slash someones tires - or at least check the plates: if they say "Arizona - The Other Sunshine State" don't slash, ite? I guess The moral of the story guys is to wear underwear. Because your dick's not getting any longer, but your balls are. JTS
		Currently listening : Dark Side Of The Moon By Pink Floyd Release date: By 25 October, 1990
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Thursday, October 12, 2006

	Hot Drummer Ass - Warning: contains nudity, necrophilia, and probably very small animals Current mood: giggly ugg. Dont even ask. http://myspace-991.vo.llnwd.net/01279/19/95/1279375991_l.jpg just copy and paste the link. then sit back in awe.
		Currently listening : Underneath By Hanson Release date: By 20 April, 2004
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

	2 Pounds of Pot Category: Art and Photography You ever seen 2 pounds of pot? It's quite a beautiful and amazing thing - like a birth. My eyes lit up like christmas and penis became erect (I got a boner, for those of you in Rio Linda). So this bitch just drives around with 2 pounds of pot. It was inspiring enuf to write music. So here's how the night went down - I'm gonna Tarentino it - it ended with a pissed off chick and her friend accidentally spilling pot all over our hotel room and leaving cause they thought we were gay. eh... I don't have the energy to finish this blog right now, so sorry. I'm a bit hung over and tired. I promise I'll finish it in a bit - lets just say that ... nah nevermind I'll finish later. go to my pictures and see the two pounds of pot.
		Currently listening : Straight Outta Lynwood By Weird Al Yankovic Release date: By 26 September, 2006
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Sunday, October 01, 2006

Discipline Why is it that a person such as myself (and all lifelong pro musicians for this matter) chose a profession that in and of itself requires almost no discipline to be successful, save for not getting so lambasted that you can't finish a gig *eh hem* yet requires perhaps the most discipline to get to the point of becoming a pro? I can't even imagine where I'd be had I not given up many a party filled night to go home and spend time with my bass (or guitar - whichever I was playing at the time). I was advised once when I was on acid (LSD for those of you in Rio Linda) that I should not do anything out of the ordinary. I had just taken a hit or two of this (turned out to be shitty) acid and my buddies were gonna go drive somewhere to take the party elsewhere. I was standing on my front lawn at about 2 in the morning with a nice safe, warm house on one side of my existence and an old car with headlights on and my friends jammed inside having a blast on the other side. I had two options - I could stick with what I knew, or I could have an adventure. I love adventure just as much as the next guy (whatever that means) and I love risk - just so long as there's no chance of me losing. So here I was debating which way to go. On one hand, the house that I knew would offer me everything I always knew it would: a fridge, some kitties, a bathroom, a clean bed and entertainment. Yet a part of me knew that that car ride would have changed my life. Would I have gotten in a wreck and died - or worse, become paralyzed? either way my soul would have been richer for the experience, but I was very afraid of death and pain. The acid only amplified my already-existent and permeating fears. Isaiah, or "Ike" as we called him, saw that I was incredibly perplexed by this decision. What would have been a no brainer to any one of my friends at any given time became a life or death decision for me now. Do I go home and keep on keeping on or do I go with my friends and possibly never come home? I am now well aware that everything we do changes us. From something as simple to what we eat, to things as complex as what religion we devote our lives to or who we marry. In Tool's "The Grudge," Maynard sings, "Terrified of being wrong - ultimatum: prison cell." To this day I am continually freaked out and reassured (how these two complex notions comingle is beyond me) by these lyrics. Being a server at a restraunt coinstantly renewed relevance in these lyrics - when a person is SO hungry they can't decide what to get - it's ridiculous. So at this point in my trip (which was just beginning) I couldn't make a simple decision. Do I have to work tomorrow? would God excuse me of my responsibility to experience his universe and not be a pussy if I didn't want to go with my friends because I was a little bit sleepy? Then I was reminded of the parable of the guy in the bible that gave his servants talents (or money as it's been interpreted by all the churches I've been to) One guy buried it in the ground and was sent to hell when the master returned becausae the master could have easily invested it and made a killing. What was interesting though was that the guy who invested it and took some RISK with his masters money was ultimately rewarded. (by the way I forget how the other servant handled it, and no need to remind me - if I care I have about 5 versions of the bible in my library) So here's this guy who risked losing all his masters money. He risked but he won - he succeded. Does this mean that any who risk ultimately win? Or was this man wise enough to win even with such risk? Anyway at this point Ike told me to do what I would normally ahve been doing (which was a bit absurd - you don't take acid to have an everyday experience). So I went inside and had a shitty trip which consisted of me going to bed, getting up walking around the neighborhood, and then going back to bed, getting up walking... about 30 times. It was maddening. And when I went to bed, I had the radio on and the talk show host appeared to be taling about normal shit, but then as I started to not pay attention to the radio, I heard clearly they were talking about me and mocking me. I became sad, but there's no "off" button on 'cid. Are you still reading this? Wow. Anyway, so how does this relate to discipline? dunno, but kinda a cool rant huh? Maybe it's because I spent so many hours practicing alone in my room that now I get to be out meeting people, getting money, and having a blast playing music I love. I love it. JTS 1:16 AM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

Monday, September 04, 2006

Crikey! Current mood: sad So Steve erwin is dead. Just heard it on the news. I must admit I'm in shock, but I'm sure he died doing what he loved: getting attacked by provoked animals. He got stabbed throught the heart by a stingray. Wonder if this has ever happened to anyone in the world before? "Now lets see if this rabid wolverine is in heat! Simply squeeze the anal sacs like so... (animal screams ravenously)" Oh steve, why couldn't you just watch crazy fuckers like yourself on TV like the rest of us, huh? 1:02 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Starting Over House Well here I am once again. On a new computer in a new location. This time, I'm on my new laptop at my beautiful girlfriend's house (beautiful girlfriend, beautiful house). I can definitely feel the full moon in full effect. Everyone acts differently than on any other part of the moon cycle, save for maybe the new moon. It is the extremes that cause people to react. I let the boys from after the sun down, and I feel bad. I was supposed to go into the studio with them for the next three days, but I can definitely understand why they don't want me to. I did put in many hours of hard work for them though, but their plight is a bit more unsure than mine. I enjoyed my last day at work today. It felt more like a party I wasn't invited too but crashed anyway. People were in general excited for me and happy for me, yet sad that I was going. I will mostly miss the people there. The work is suffocatingly dull and humdrum, but made bearable by the personell. Anyway, in the process of getting my new comp all set up to go on the road - all my music files, all my documents, my games, and my pictures. I love this comp cause it has a built in webcam with stereo mics. I am going out to Wal Mart later this morning to buy a webcam for my desktop PC at home, so that Emily and I can still meet face to face and talk. It will cut down on phone bills and allow me the sight of my beloved. If she ever lets me, I will get a picture of her on here. Well, time to get back to updates and such. Jason 10:56 PM - 2 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

Friday, September 01, 2006

Just Can't Wait to get on the road again I have just been hired by a guy named "Skip" to play covers in his touring band. (why do I always get the goofy named bandleaders?) It was incredible. My band, Decree, was hanging out at the 'bird and Skips band, 3am was plaing. They did stuff like we used to do, plus many newer songs as well, like "man in the box" and such. Anyway, my boys were getting a little tipsy, so we decided to ask Skip if we could get up there and play a decree song for old times. Of course the answer was no, but we ended up talking with the guy for hours after the show. He mentioned he needed a drummer, so I volunteered ryan (my drummer) as being the best this guy was gonna find. By that time the next day, Ryan had been hired. A week or two later, I caught word that Elliott (my lead singer) had been hired to play keys in Skip's band. I was happy for them, to finally be getting back after putting in so many years of hard work and practice. I had joined local metal band "After The Sun" about a week and a half ago, and we're still supposed to go in the studio Sunday through tuesday to record some new songs (www.myspace.com/afterthesun to hear them). Then I get this call from elliott last night. He tells me the current bassist of 7 years is getting married and going off the road, and Skip had heard my playing on the decree demo and decided that if I wanted the gig I had it. Well I took it. I had to tell my boys to fuck off for a moment while I talked it over with Emily. She said she's not crazy about me being on the road so long at a time again, but if it's what I want, then she's all for it. I called back and accepted. www.dynamoband.com is the band's website - rarely updated I imagine. Anyway, I'm finally free of the fryn pan after tomorrow - free to make some real cash, and free to play music with my friends - on the road again, truly. 11:09 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Lesbian Porn Category: Dreams and the Supernatural I figured a seductive title would draw a crowd. I also figure midgets giggle at normal people porn. I figure God loves hitler. I figure drugs make the world more like what it really is. Supposin I'm fixin to get tired of my own figurin'? Oh well, I just updated my blog color scheme so I thought it a good idea to write something to try it out. My room is such a fuckin mess. I am reluctant to clean it up because I'm just going to be moving in a few days anyway, so what's the point? But then I figure it will be easier to move if things are tidy. Damn I need to get to bed. STOP TYPING JASON, JEEZ... 1:17 AM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

New Band, New Shit To Learn Current mood: flabbertrashedidic I never really like hardcore music. Even though that was the first kind of band I started plaing bass in. We were called "No More Bloodshed," a straight-edge west-coast hardcore band in Sacramento (well, technically Rio Linda) We played benefits and battle of thqa bands. I feel like I fucked them up for life. They were all screaming and power chords before I cam along and were perfectly happy. Then I suggested some chord progression and odd time signatures, and the rest is history. If you listen to the current album (5 years ago) you will see how far they deviated from their original intention. I remember when I quit the band and saw them at a show with a new bassist. Whoa was that awkward. Not really though, he just wasn't as good as me (who is?) and he was slaughtering my songs. Then these fuckers made an (afformentioned) album and did not mention my name even once! What the FUCK? I should have sued. Anyway, they used songs that I had not only written, but actually RECORDED on! Oh well they were young and I had since moved to Sioux Falls, so It's understandable. *sigh, I don't know where I'm going with this blog really, I mean it's late and frankly, the only reason I type is because I like the way the keys feel and sound. I fuckin LOVE After The Sun's music. We a re going into the studio on Sunday, Monday, and tuesday to record 3 new demo songs. They are tough. "Flashburn" is a song with the sweetest riff that has a measure of 7/8, then 3/8, then 8/8, then 9/8 and then one I havent even began to figure out. I can't turn off the ital;ics, so fuck you if you dont like it. Anyways, I'm cussing at my audience, so it's time to quit and practice som more (or sleep) Jason