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[19 Jul 2010|12:53am]
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But when the house goes up in flames; no one emerges triumphantly from it [17 Jul 2010|01:01pm]
So I keep saying I'm going to use this thing. Let's start over.

So the album is finished. Recording wise. It's been done for like a month (I'm slow D:). We played a show on the 22nd. I don't think I've ever played so hard in my life. I had a gigantic bruise on my right palm from throwing my guitar around. That was the last time the band played together. This month is kind of limbo land. I've been writing up a storm stuff to demo to the band next practice, but it's approaching a month since I've seen anyone. Our next show is at the mother fucking MIDDLE EAST in Cambridge. Fuck. Yeah. Apparently we've gotten really big via the local music blogs. People are asking to play with us and our shows may no longer be on Mondays and Tuesdays and are looking like they'll be Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Is this what being mildly successful feels like? I like it. I'd like some more please.

In other news, work is killing me and I'm almost out of money. Bad timing. I'm moving the end of August to Allston and I have no idea if I'll actually have enough money to pull it off, let alone make enough money to pay rent. I don't think Unemployment Benefits will be enough this year to help me with that. Wonderful. I've been applying like crazy to anything I can find (specifically anything TV related) but nothing is coming back. Crushing. I've developed an extremely self-defeatist attitude toward the whole thing. That coupled with being burnt out on people by the end of a normal work day equals old man Danny who doesn't-want-to-talk-to-fucking-anybody-and-get-off-my-fucking-lawn-you-goddamn-pothead-kids. Lately I feel like I should just give up and move back home. But I don't want to leave the band.

Who knows, maybe moving come September will be the change I need to get things going again. Maybe I'm just prolonging the inevitable.

Also, I lost an incredible amount of weight in the past year, and probably more in the last few months (oops). I recently saw a picture of me from my college graduation. I had a fat face. Now I don't have a fat anything. I should maybe rethink the vegan thing?

Fuck. Time to go to work.
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[05 Jun 2010|09:18am]
First day in the studio yesterday and we surprisingly got a decent amount of work done. The studio itself is fucking amazing. At one point it was a movie theatre (Strand style) and then at another point it was a secret Masonic temple. Fuckin' yearrr. The place is riddled with weird ancient Egyptian styled art. There's crazy crest above the doors, weird flowers carved into everything wooden. I forgot my camera yesterday or I would post something. I will bring it today. I will show you my pokemanz.

Drums were set up, mic'd and then we spent like 3 fucking hours making it sound good.

We were in at 11 AM-ish and weren't done with the drums until around 6. Then we started tracking (recording).

We have foundation tracks (guitar, bass, drums) for 4 and a half songs out of the 11 or so we plan on recording.

Today will probably be more foundation tracking and possibly messing around with some tempo mapping and odd sounds.

Both Nick and I plan on taking photos and posting various things to The Acre's myriad of stupid internet sites.

Here's the list of them:
http://theacremusic.tumblr.com/
http://www.myspace.com/chatterboxrock
http://twitter.com/theacre (pretty much Nick's twitter)
http://twitter.com/Orphan_Objects (my crappy twitter)

Enough talk, time to make more music.
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FUKKIN' YEAAARRR [31 May 2010|11:23pm]
Just found out that WNFX played my band The Acre on New England Product Spotlight. OH FUCK!!

Granted it was yesterday, but still. We just found out. Steve and I are literally bouncing around the apartment.

People should call in and request us. They played "(Great American) Novel". You should request it. You will not be disappointed. I swear.

My face hurts from smiling so fucking hard.
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[30 May 2010|09:04pm]
Just came back from Bangor.

I got to see everyone.

It's been almost a year since I uprooted and ran off to Boston. I have no idea how I feel about that. Everything has changed. Everything changed very, very abruptly. I probably should have had this cliché though a while ago ( I probably did, and then forced it out), but I feel like it's just all hitting or at the very least coming full circle now.

It was weird to see the same social circles but different dynamics. Nevertheless, I am happy for everyone and somewhat envious of the seemingly normal, domestic life all my friends have. Nothing makes you feel more like a failure then getting to revel in everyone else's good luck and hard work.

But for realsies, I was incredibly excited to see everyone. We had a birthday party for Sam and Ray in a dilapidated bowling alley; drank far, far too much; played horrible video games and this was just Friday night. Sam, Lin and I bottled Sam's home brewed beer Saturday after watching Taken (which is absolutely fucking ridiculous) and before I left today, I accidentally saw everyone at Bagel Central or whatever the place is. I have souvenir beer from Sam, new ear plugs from Lin,

I am incredibly grateful towards Sam and Lynnsay for letting me crash on their couch, play with their cat and putting up with my being vegan. They're so cute together it's really fucking sickening.

I have tomorrow off, which is great. Paycheque, groceries & practice with The Acre. We meet with the engineer on Thursday to discuss what we want to do for the album. We go into the studio the next day.


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[28 May 2010|08:55am]
It's really hard to write songs about underwater monsters when it's always sunny out. I just realized I have a ton of unfinished songs kicking around that I'd really like to finish.

Show on the 25th was awesome, except I turned into a whiny bitch after. No idea why, just drained and generally in a pissy mood. Still though, we did an excellent job and I adore playing with The Acre. We stole a fan from Turin Brakes and I got to sign my first autograph (that was weird, but the guy was super nice. I hope we see him at our subsequent shows). The people at Boston Band Crush love us and that makes me happy. They tweeted about us during our show (we go from one of our songs right into a sweet jam of the Outfield's "Your Love", fuck yearr). We go into the studio next weekend. I'm fucking pumped. We're having a photographer follow us around in there, so expect some photos then. We all feel like this band could be going somewhere, which is a good feeling for the entire band to have. I'm just excited people like me and want me to make music with them (confidence issues WOOO!)

Enough about the band.

Work is killing me. I got promoted for a second time, it just hasn't completely gone through yet. I have yet to do my "training" for it. I need to set some time aside and look for a real job. I feel like my degree is fucking useless. I'd really just prefer to play music until I get old or die or what have you.

I'm getting antsy and want to do something weird, so I'm going to Bangor for the weekend. It's Sam's birthday today (and he just graduated) and I really miss him (as well as everyone up there). I'm excited to see them. Should prove to be fun.

I've also been thinking about getting a tattoo or two, and more... realistically, piercing my septum. I understand it's pretty generic, teenage rebellion crap and I am a mid-20s hipster scum, but I want one. I'm only worried it'd look retarded. I need to find a way to see how it looks without having someone jab a need through my nose. Regardless. I will probably get it done, and then gauge it up some. I want a thick ring. Yeah. Also, I've come into a strange obsession with old school sailor tattoos, but I refrain from getting them because 1.) I'm not a sailor and 2.) I'm not hipster trash.

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[14 May 2010|09:26am]
I know I've posted it everywhere already, but this http://www.bostonbandcrush.com/2010/05/band-crush-acre.html makes me extremely happy. I feel right, comfortable and anxious about everything in general. Something terrible is bound to happen.

I guess I'll make a real post later today. Maybe. I need to go grocery shopping and work on a demo for the band.
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Tourist info said I'd have a good time. [31 Mar 2010|02:14am]
I feel like I fucked up on ever song. Regardless, it was amazing. There's too many things in my head to even begin to think about writing it all out. I'm glad. I'd really hope the universe let's me do this for a while.

A million different thoughts a second. Want to make Polar Opposites a real band. Want Deatheater to be a real band. Don't want to work, want to write music all day long.

Yeah.

Haircut tomorrow. My hair is obnoxiously long. I said I'd keep it for the show so I could hide behind it (and I totally did). It needs to go. I want to see what I look like when you can see my dorky sideburns and gauges.

Good job, Danny. Nicely done.
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I feel weird that one of the top bands on my last.fm is my own music. [29 Mar 2010|11:48pm]
The show is tomorrow.

My first, real, legitimate show. In a bar. People will be there. Watching me. Judging my musicianship. Which really isn't that bad. I know I'm good at this shit. I've had at least 10+ years experience of playing instruments and making music. I can't believe it's been that long and now I'm finally getting a chance to show it. Better late than never I suppose...

No, the real thing I'm nervous about is the fuckers in the other bands that are playing with us. Well, just one of them. Lion Cub. I'll never understand the hipster trend of naming your band after whatever animal is en vogue that week. Deers, Wolves, Bears, Lions... my money is on Tigers next, but Tiger Trap beat everyone too it back in the 90s. Also, they were good. As long as they don't leave in the middle of our set like last time, we should be fine. Both Nick and Steve said they'd call them out if they started hauling away their equipment as soon as our first song starts. I'd love to see that.

I guess I'm not as nervous as I thought... about the show at least (I am literally shaking from nerves as I type this.) I have no idea what I'm so worried about.

Work started again last week. It feels good to be doing something again (also getting paid for it). I don't know exactly how I feel about my two months of nothing. Mentally, it was hell. The combination of boredom, not leaving the house (this was my fault) and having no-one to talk to for hours (I remember not seeing Jon or Steve for about 3 or 4 days once) took its toll on my brain. If I learned one thing this past winter it's that I'm a miserable prick. Oh well, at least things are looking up now, for the most part.

I haven't touched the newer Deatheater song since I sent the parts off to Steve for mixing. I really want to make that project a live band. I know who needs to be in it, I just need to do some asking. Also, maybe I'll be able to do some Polar Opposites stuff opening for The Acre. That would be nice.

There was something else I wanted to write about.

Oh, before I get to it... I'm really, really, really, really excited about going into the studio to record the new Acre album in June. Very, very excited. Just the fact that I'm able to be a huge douche and say "Oh, yeah well. I don't know what my plans for June are. I mean, my band is going into the studio to record our second album so... there's that. I'll have to wait and see." Even though I don't think I'd ever say it (nor has the opportunity presented itself in which I could say that) it's still fun to think "what if". Steve and I are really trying to get Nick to go on tour, even if it's a small tour. I'd love to be stuck in a van with the band, driving from gig to gig. That's my shit, right there. THAT'S MY FUCKING JAM.

So, the shorter version of ramblings about the same topic. I'm excited that I'm in a band. No, wait. I'm excited that I'm in a good band, and I can see this working out (although I feel like my track record with shit like that is pretty terrible) We'll see how this goes.

OH

There was a reason I came here.

I don't know if it's my over-worked brain, but I finally started dreaming again. Typical shit for me; end of the world stuff. I'll never figure out why I constantly dream about being chased, killed or the apocalypse but it's great song writing fodder. For the past three nights I've had different dream/nightmare with the same two people (both of whom I haven't seen in a while). It's weird, to say the least. It puts me in a funk the next day. At practice on Sunday, I broke a key off my keyboard. Broke the damn B key right off my keyboard in the middle of a song, just as I was thinking about those dreams. I'm not superstitious at all... but... man... I don't know. Superglue fix'd the keyboard. Just... weird.

See, look at that. I said I was going to start using this thing again.

I'm going to make it a point to do this at least once a week. Let's see how long that last.
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[12 Mar 2010|02:38am]
I think I may start using this again. Just a heads up, internet blogging site. Prepare yourself for updating, possibly.

Haven't worked since December. But tourist season starts the 22nd of this month. Not really, the Duck Tours open again and therefor my job starts again (can't believe I wasted four years getting a degree that I can't use, thanks college). Tried collecting unemployment. Yes, I tried collecting unemployment. I have yet to receive any. Awesome Massachusetts, really. Just awesome.

On the plus side of having two and a half full months of doing absolutely nothing, I was able to record music like... err I don't really have a simile for that. I recorded a lot. Part of me feels like I'm making steps to realizing my record label as a real thing; the other part knows I'm not actually doing anything. There's a new site in the works somewhere, and with that comes promotions, physical releases and holy fuck, live shows maybe.

Speaking of which, I was finally able to get to practice with my roommate's band The Acre. I really missed playing music with other people. I've been asked to play organs-and-other-keyed-instruments-also-guitar for them, which is exciting. They sound somewhere between Wilco and Mogwai. The stuff we played tonight (which is apparently the "new stuff" is more Mogwai-y, which I dig the ever loving shit out of). After practice they asked if I wanted to "join the band". So, I did. We have a show coming up on the 30th at Church in Boston I need to get people to come see (more people for the band, bigger cut of the door and all that money goes to recording the new album in May and June [also, totally pumped for that])

Hopefully all goes well and I don't loose my limbs, or get shot or knifed because I live in the black neighborhood (different from "The Hood").

Meh, I guess I was just excited about the band thing and didn't have anyone to tell. THANKS INTERNET. YOU MAH ONLAY FRAND. Back to forgetting about this for Twitter.
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And a all most airtight alibi [17 Dec 2009|01:08am]
I don't know what came over me. Maybe it's getting to the end of the year and I feel like I should make a log entry or something. It could also be because the heater finally kicked on and its warm in my room (but will only continue to be so for about an hour) and I'm not that tired.

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[11 Sep 2009|07:05pm]
Tourist season is over and therefore work is slow, boring and generally uninteresting.

My manager, myself, some of the Duck Tour workers and at least two of the Tour Guides decided to capitalize on the massive amount of free time we have come into and start playing D&D on the job. Since it was the Tour Guides' idea, we're playing 2nd Edition. I have no idea how this works and would love to play, so if anyone could point me in the general direction of some sources like rules and what-have-you, that'd be awesome (Jon, I'm looking in your direction).

Also, I bought the game Arkham Horror, which is fun, but fucking insane.

I may have free time at work, I have none outside of it. Working 40+ hours a week is killer.
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Writer's Block: Top of the Charts [06 Sep 2009|09:15pm]
What's the most-played song in your music library?


TV on the Radio - Province



but more recently, I can't stop listening to this song:

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Well, how did I get here? [03 Sep 2009|07:31am]
I moved into the new place yesterday. I'm not uneasy about it, just still a little shy. My new roommates, Jon and Steve are hilarious, so I don't think it will take me too long to come out of my shell.

With the exception of my second semester at NESCOM, I've never had my own room until now. It's pretty cool. I have door to my own porch, and granted the view is of a nursing home, it's still a porch and it's still mine so, whatever. I may post some pictures whenever I find my camera.

I'm beginning to hate my job. At least most of the busy season is over and things will slow down. I need to keep looking for something better. I've been getting over 40 hours a week, which is excellent on a pay cheque but fucking killer in real life. I got an e-mail yesterday that stated "since August you have been late ~27% of the time". I just started on the fucking 17th. It's been two full weeks. That's three fucking days I've been late. And it's not like I'm 20 minutes late, its 5 or less. It's not my fault the MBTA sucks. Oh well, it's an easy fix. I still need to take advantage of the fact that I get into the Museum of Science for free.

I still feel like I'm just spinning my wheels though. I know for a fact that I did the exact same thing in high school. I can't help the feeling that it's happening all over again. My dreams aren't helping much.

Shit I have to do today:
-Laundry (I literally have no clothes left)
-Shopping (I've had no food for about the past month. I wish I was kidding.)
-New work route (Not only have I moved, I need to time my new route to work so I can see when I should leave)

Someday, when I'm not working. I'd like to go home for a visit. Preferably before my birthday. Oh fuck, it's September already.
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[19 Aug 2009|09:41pm]
Started the new job Monday. 40 hours a week taking pictures of tourist. Thankfully, it only took me two days to learn how to shut my brain off and go into automatic mode. I hate it. I have to work 8am to 2pm tomorrow. Not terrible, just not looking forward to getting up at 8am then standing outside until 2.

I'm going to continue looking for other employment.

Oddly enough, I miss home, but there's nothing there.

I feel like I'm hitting another funk.

I had a lead on a place to live, but now I'm unsure of it.

If I move back, I'm quitting that job. I am not going to commute from NH to Boston every day for that. Not worth it. Even the free Gatorade they give us isn't enough.
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[12 Aug 2009|12:27am]
Found a job

Oddly enough, I feel worse than I did before.
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Danny Monotone [30 Jul 2009|01:02pm]
This is Danny Monotone.



He wants to be your friend. He wants you to listen to his totally sweet awesome music. You should download his new album "Danny Monotone PLUGGED IN!!!". You can get it right here. Tell your friends.
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[27 Jul 2009|12:22am]
Still looking for a job

Lost my voice for a little bit

Going to practice a setlist this week
Maybe start busking in the Common
Give out free CDs

Sent "Meet The Opuscules" to an art gallery that was interested in it
Still haven't heard anything back

Still getting used to the city
I really enjoy it here

I am very grateful for being down here and all the people I've met

I just still feel a little temporary and out of place
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[27 Jun 2009|11:48pm]
I leave tomorrow for Boston.

I think I'm finally ready for this move. I'm tired of feeling like a drain on everyone around me. I'm tried of feeling sorry for myself and I'm tired of feeling bad for that. I pretty much have a "get out of jail free card" and I'm going to use it. This past month has taught me that there's nothing left for me here. Sure, I still have friends here and I am very grateful for them and what they've done for me for this past month, but I feel like such a burden on them. I refuse to be a drain on the people that I care about, friends or not, even though that's the only thing I've done since I've graduated. My only hope is to make a clean break, a month too late, and start over again.

I'm mixed with excitement at the prospect of the potential happenings in Boston (a new circle of friends, being on my own, and with any luck the idea of being able to chase a dream, albeit a stupid one) and the fear of leaving the place that I have so many memories with, regardless of what those memories might be. But I am tired of living in memories. I need some new ones.

I don't want this to come off as self-serving, but I do not plan on forgetting any of you. Whether I've known you for years or only months. The people I've met here and at school have impacted me in ways I can only begin to imagine, but leaving this place is something I must do for my own sanity and livelihood. I am never more than a phone call, text or e-mail away, but you all know this.

The old Danny is dead. All hail the new one.
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[27 Jun 2009|08:32am]
Change of plans. I'm moving down to Boston tomorrow. I'm eager to get out of here. I can't stand this place anymore.
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