Prime and Crunishment

[Frunobulax]

Don't say I never gave you nothing:
http://www.mediafire.com/?mnv1zimukzt
A new mini-LP. Six songs made in Ableton, ranging from interludes that are 30 seconds to one minute long (four songs are like this) and two songs utilizing samples, from the centerpiece: a seven minute long, seven part sound collage made entirely of samples edited together painstakingly from parts one second to 1/100th of a second long. This one's been worked on for the past month now, and it's time to release it.
http://www.mediafire.com/?mnv1zimukzt
A little thing called Frozen Tunes. Eight songs, 21 minutes and 3 seconds long. With special gravy packet for extra flavor.

[Jean]

Mah thread!! Mah thread iz hijaked!

[Runs in a circle, arms flailing]

don't worry, everything is under the bear's control!

Don't say I never gave you nothing:

soon, soon I will have some spare time and will listen again! Bears love Frunobulaxes' music!

[Frunobulax]

Awesome. This one is a touch abrasive at times (almost all drums have saturated volume levels to create distorted rhythms), but I think it's by far my best disc.

[Frunobulax]

Coming soon.
Songs Inspired by La Monte Young.
Five songs, 47'19", drones aplenty. Minimalism in its purest form, as informed by the creator of the genre.

[Frunobulax]

New.?.d.ads
Starting over sounds good.
I'd like to be a phoenix in that sense,
Perhaps taking the ashes I spring from and fertilizing new ground.
Reap what I sow.
Plow through the mess.
I'm starting over again.
The first time is best the second time around.

[Frunobulax]

Snore in Peace
As the sun rose over the clouds
A sound arose, clear and loud.
'Twas the banging of a can
Maybe a pot or a pan...
Unknown in terms of origin,
The song stopped only to begin
Again repeating is fractured beat
Invasive to all, to none a treat.
Opening the blinds to see what it was,
Astonishment met me because
It was Tuesday of course!
Only the milkman on his weekly course.
- - - -
I tried to use couplets for a more "normal" style. It's got the intellectual value of a marshmallow Peep™.

[Jean]

I value other poets here too, especially Jon, Daniel (The Nameless) and Candice, but yours are the only poems the bear knows by heart...

[Frunobulax]

And that means so much to me as an artist, a friend, and a person.

[alinda]

I am downloading your tunes now, I want to hear some Fruno tunes!

[Frunobulax]

Hope you enjoy the music, Linda.

[Frunobulax]

Poor _
Trash fills up in the bin.
...emptied.
Dishes in the sink rise in stacks like skyscrapers.
...cleaned.
Dust forms, fields of gray wheat.
...dusted.
Bones break under stress.
...mended.
Eyes fail under sunlight.
...shaded.
Emotions fail with you near me.
...never remedied.
Some things never go away. Something sticks me,
A thorn in my side. A thorn so sweet, so bitter, so lovely.
I hope that pliers never come.
Thorn sticks in me.
...please stay.
I'll never be with you.
...please stay.
You might hate me.
...please stay.
I wish you were near me.
...please don't move.
I wish you were next to me.
...please don't move.
I wish you were here now, writing this with me.
...please don't move.
I wish you would repudiate me.
...please don't stay.
You want to stay his friend.
...please don't.
I was his friend first.
...please don't.
When is your time frame expired?
....please soon.
When is your mind restarted?
...please soon.
I want you.
I want you.
I want you.
...please.
...please.
....pleas...plaintive...sweet...please.

[Frunobulax]

Your Infrequent Update
Career
I am now a full-time musician, engineer, producer, etc. I did this so I can start to establish myself in the area and industry. So far, I have one paying gig now, another coming in December, and am working with all my bands and projects for free (which means four things, sometimes all at once). Hopefully by this time next year I will be successful. This summer I am forming a production company with my friend, which will only do for-pay gigs.
Music Fetish
iTunes: I now have over 30200 songs. It's gotten out of hand, really. And each day I find another one to 10 albums and listen to them all. I recently found all my Reverend Horton Heat and New Order albums. Fuck yes!!
Two Stories
Story 1: It is my ninth grade year. I am in band, which also means marching band (which counts as PE, despite our never marching or rehearsing marching). October comes and I am disillusioned with this fake credit, despite it saving me from the humiliation of real PE (keep in mind that I am only really good at two physical things: weightlifting and not being knocked over). I find out due to an overheard conversation where the football coach is - and they are looking for new players. I go to the coach and ask if I could try out. He looks at me, with my standing at 5'9" or so and about 180, and asks me what position. I reply, "Linebacker." He looks at me and suggests that I chose right, given my naturally broad shoulders (despite being a little overweight, I am pretty solidly built) and solid legs (no fat on the haunches, so to speak). I ask what the schedule is like, and the second he states it I realize that it is either music or sports. I tell him that I would either get back to him or not see him again to talk about this, depending on my band schedule. I never went back. Music didn't want me to stay after school until 8pm four days a week, and it also didn't want me to travel all the hell over the state theoretically.

Story 2: Tenth grade now. It's November, and an announcement comes over the PA that the school needs people for the wrestling team. I'm in [marching]band again, same thing. After school, between the end of school and the start of marching band I see the wrestling coach, who is also one of the two physics teachers at the school, and ask him bluntly: 1. Do you think I could be a wrestler? 2. How would this interfere with band? He replies: 1. Yes, I could probably wrestle in the upper weight classes (see story one for that, only now I'm about 5'10"). He then asked me about my endurance and fitness. I tell him that I have good breath endurance from band and am an avid walker (I had also started lifting regularly around this time, which I mention), and that my fitness level is not congruent with how it might be perceived. 2. I could do both, but barely. I would have to miss rehearsals half to 2/3 of the time. He says to get back to him within a week so he can either form a tryout for me or not. The coach also expressed concern at my wearing glasses and inability to wear contacts (I cannot put things in my eyes, lenses or eye drops for instance). I mulled it over for a while, and instead chose music. Also, the chances of my getting ringworm even once ended up being a huge deal breaker.

So music has also trumped social status for me.


And you probably didn't give a fuck about this shit, but who gives a damn??

[Frunobulax]

NEW REMIX. KANYE WEST'S "LOVE LOCKDOWN" MADE INTO A NOISE-TYPE TUNE.
http://www.mediafire.com/?emwy4kyuyjy

[Frunobulax]

0931))(*#___))@
Light pours in, flooding.
Shades close promptly.
And the cycle repeats daily.
Sometimes the shades stay closed.
Sometimes the light ceases or fails to be.
And the cycle is infrequent.
When the light floods the retina
The shades of eyelids drop.
And this happens hundreds of millions of times.
When the shades drop for the millisecond
The light is ceased.
And the cycle is blinking.
When the shades stay closed
And the light ceases to be
The cycle is sleep.
When the light floods
And the shades are drawn wide
It is the cycle of waking.
Circadian.

[Frunobulax]

FJ
Sounds rush from the freeway
Engines revving in solemnity
As the CHiPs are always at bay
To halt a fine or tragedy.
Avoiding the cars are easy
As long as you have the sense,
While the thought makes some queasy
To avoid you'd have to be dense.
This is the city I live in,
I've seen too much to pretend.
It's a bit of a garbage bin,
But time for LA I lend.

[Frunobulax]

(Something)
And the curse lifts. Gentle, slow, sweet.
Ban the mindset, verboten and forgotten.
Take me away to four years ago but now at the same time,
Maybe to something better.
Five years gone, five years gone,
Three years spent, three years spent,
No time wasted.
Hastily pile on the tears.
Hastily, burn the coals.
Fuel the fire with your shovel.
Spoon feed me the images.
And pierce my brain with your poison needle.
Fingers like tentacles reach into my psyche and pull out the undesirable.
Air my grievances and let them be gone.
Tentacles of sertraline make it easy.
Don't ignore, don't regret, embrace.
Oh, how I have embraced. Oh how I have left it within.
Bottles broken and bottles poured, corks displaced without thought.
And now we can move on.
Take the past and take it to heart.
Take the past and bury it three inches under the surface.
Move on, and keep this with you until you die.
And now this is happiness.
This is happiness.
I can smile easy without cynicism.
Drinks so bitter have been replaced with nectar.
And now the tentacles become vines like lambsear.
It's going to be fine.

[Frunobulax]

Lokdpr
Locked up prose.
So many months of silence and stasis.
Free verse cannot convey how it once did.
But the stride has been regained.
All is well.

[Jean]

::patiently waiting for a real poem::

[Frunobulax]

Fr Jn
Clicks resonate in my head
Derived from driving
The gas light shines red
Holding on to fumes, striving.
As the mile markers fly
As the dashed lines go by
The tyres wear down well
The tyres grip is swell.
Clicks resound, deafeningly
Dulled pain from the mind
A mission's goal, singularly
Cut those ties that bind
The exit is here now
The exit flashes past my brow
Clicks resound at the door
A bell rings with clear voice
Said goodbye, nothing more
What you do is your choice.
The path is cleared and I move on
Sunrise marks the end of dawn.
Clicks count seconds in quiet reservation
The hours have gone by
I leave now, 70 mph, no trepidation
If you need to ask, you'll never know why

[alinda]

FRUNO!!!! So good to catch you how are you doing?

[Jean]

Fr Jn
Clicks resonate in my head
Derived from driving
The gas light shines red
Holding on to fumes, striving.
As the mile markers fly
As the dashed lines go by
The tyres wear down well
The tyres grip is swell.
Clicks resound, deafeningly
Dulled pain from the mind
A mission's goal, singularly
Cut those ties that bind
The exit is here now
The exit flashes past my brow
Clicks resound at the door
A bell rings with clear voice
Said goodbye, nothing more
What you do is your choice.
The path is cleared and I move on
Sunrise marks the end of dawn.
Clicks count seconds in quiet reservation
The hours have gone by
I leave now, 70 mph, no trepidation
If you need to ask, you'll never know why

yes, yes, that's what the bear meant!!!

(more!.. bears want more!...)

[Frunobulax]

Linda! All is good, just very busy as always.
Jean, add in some vowels to the title of that poem.

[Jean]

Jean, add in some vowels to the title of that poem.

In fact, bears always do that automatically - they see word puzzles everywhere. They nearly burst with pride and delight when they saw it!

[Frunobulax]

Heh. I figured as much!

Ypres
Ships revisiting the tone they knew
Tungsten circle reforms
As an eastern breeze blew
Gentle and vaguely warm
Oceans crash
Slaps, bash
The hulls of the hulks.
Rotting solemnly the ships go on
Marching to a new island
Each captain a willing pawn
Knowing well they'll get paid and
Reforming the circle of wood
They should go on.
Australia is born.

[Frunobulax]

NEW LP
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