Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Our Blogmaster Demanded I Write This - Lucky For Her, Life Helped...
So...um... Hey, whoever actually reads these blogs (aka ramblings of the dysfunctional misfits). Let’s talk...
This year has been a small piece of hell, for like everyone in the IDC Camp. Not getting in to details, but DAMN! A whole laundry list of things have changed since my brother and I have made the move to CA. I know this is where I would normally write something about how the music is gonna blow the fuck up and blah blah blah... Bravado aside, I believe we are working harder than ever to make this next album better than the last. But I’m not really sure if that will be enough. I've never doubted success, let’s make that clear right now.
The issue is: I've considered failure but never really had the balls to embrace its existence. And not just in music - I’m talking about life here. I really want to be happy - like damn near death-grip-choke-hold-every-last-bit-I-have-right-now want it. That’s bad because I have been so “FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!!!” that I forgot that pushing too hard to succeed can lead to pushing success away.
Identity Crisis is made up of four pained individuals each using music as a way to escape what ails them at that time. I think that's also called an addiction. I can’t speak for my counterparts, but I will say that I am like every other addict. When I stop focusing on music, I put all that focus on something else. It's an insanely ridiculously over-the-limit amount of focus. I listen to how every drum beat of every snare drum in every song sounds on at least 8 different speaker configurations with at least 12 different EQ settings before the rest of the crew even gets a taste of the bass drum - let alone the guitars, bass or angel choir (which is ever so carefully mixed in the background and only audible on a HD Audio 39 speaker Surround Sound system). So it might be a bit much on the focus front. Needless to say, I again went into "failure is not an option" mode. Instead of enjoying it as a part of my life, I listened to every word and analyzed every tone and infliction; every silence meant doom and every word not used to build me up had to only be said to tear me down... I mean why else say it, right? Wrong!!!
Overall, I guess it’s my nature as an addict – I drink heavily, I over exercise, I used to take vitamins like candy, I latch on to people and expect too much and I over examine all of my music to the point that I never release it to the public. But the first step to overcoming addiction is admitting you have a problem...
James
P.S. if this left you with more questions than answers... welcome to life...
This year has been a small piece of hell, for like everyone in the IDC Camp. Not getting in to details, but DAMN! A whole laundry list of things have changed since my brother and I have made the move to CA. I know this is where I would normally write something about how the music is gonna blow the fuck up and blah blah blah... Bravado aside, I believe we are working harder than ever to make this next album better than the last. But I’m not really sure if that will be enough. I've never doubted success, let’s make that clear right now.
The issue is: I've considered failure but never really had the balls to embrace its existence. And not just in music - I’m talking about life here. I really want to be happy - like damn near death-grip-choke-hold-every-last-bit-I-have-right-now want it. That’s bad because I have been so “FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!!!” that I forgot that pushing too hard to succeed can lead to pushing success away.
Identity Crisis is made up of four pained individuals each using music as a way to escape what ails them at that time. I think that's also called an addiction. I can’t speak for my counterparts, but I will say that I am like every other addict. When I stop focusing on music, I put all that focus on something else. It's an insanely ridiculously over-the-limit amount of focus. I listen to how every drum beat of every snare drum in every song sounds on at least 8 different speaker configurations with at least 12 different EQ settings before the rest of the crew even gets a taste of the bass drum - let alone the guitars, bass or angel choir (which is ever so carefully mixed in the background and only audible on a HD Audio 39 speaker Surround Sound system). So it might be a bit much on the focus front. Needless to say, I again went into "failure is not an option" mode. Instead of enjoying it as a part of my life, I listened to every word and analyzed every tone and infliction; every silence meant doom and every word not used to build me up had to only be said to tear me down... I mean why else say it, right? Wrong!!!
Overall, I guess it’s my nature as an addict – I drink heavily, I over exercise, I used to take vitamins like candy, I latch on to people and expect too much and I over examine all of my music to the point that I never release it to the public. But the first step to overcoming addiction is admitting you have a problem...
James
P.S. if this left you with more questions than answers... welcome to life...
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