Rants In My Pants 1: Music

listening: mary song, tyler ward


Okay. I love music. It is arguably my greatest passion. And I’m sure I’m not the only one. Music triggers something primal inside us, a desire that activates when we hear a simple guitar strumming to a 100 piece orchestra.
Which brings me to my point. Today, with all the music coming out rapid-fire in all forms, videos, concerts, CD’s, MP3′s, why is my need for music unsatisfied by the offerings of Virgin Radio? We’ll start with the songwriting. This should be the backbone of a song, what defines it, the pure essence of the music. There are two aspects, the lyrics and then the instrumental. Both are equally important, in my books. Unfortunately, todays artists beg to differ. A prime example would be Bruno Mars’ latest single, The Lazy Song. I believe that the title surmises the quality fairly well. This song was lazy from inception. It is a song about nothing. He is singing, but the words don’t tell a story, they don’t have any meaning. And then the music in the background. It too has been perverted by the menace of modern music that I like to call the ClapTrack, a clever play on claptrap. It too is one of the laziest things you can do with a song, and today it is nearly more overused than autotune, a device used by nearly all the artists on the Billboard Top 40.
On a side note, another thing that bothers me is that today, the band doesn’t get any recognition. Today, we have Justin Bieber and the Unknowns. Who can tell me who the drummer for Taylor Swift is? Who is the bassist for Ke$ha? Back in the 70′s, 80′s, 90′s even, you had groups. Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, AC/DC. The entire band was a unit, no one person was more important than another. We’ve lost this, because the current mindset is this: 1, the band isn’t as important as the singer, or 2, artists don’t need a band anymore. Instead they get the drum track they need from their MacBook and are ready to go.
I’m going to address that point there. Without the band, you don’t have a vehicle for your songs unless you want to kick it solo with an acoustic guitar. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but if these people are helping rocket you to stardom, acknowledge their existence please? Selena Gomez, believe it or not, has done this. She campaigned long and hard with her record company to just be called ‘The Scene’, but finally, in order to get more recognition for her and her band, she added her name at the beginning to become ‘Selena Gomez and the Scene.’ Now, I don’t like her music much, mainly because her songs don’t have any soul. But she is intent on not being the only one with fame. She recognises the contributions of her band, and for that she has earned my respect.
As for the whole MacBook issue, the end result is that all the singles coming out from Rihanna to Ke$ha, they all sound the same. It’s the same electro-pop dance groove that will spend fifteen minutes at the top of the charts and then be relegated to the dustbin of history. So why are todays youth still gobbling it down like leftover pizza? This question remains unanswered.
Back to the main point. Lazy songwriting seems to be the epitome of the problem. You have a simple, three chord riff, or failing that, a whole bunch of electronic noise followed by an obnoxious beat generated by a drum machine. Then, over every last second of the instrumental, you hear either stereotypical adolescent musings or words without meaning. And yes, I did say every last second for a reason.
There are no blank spaces in music anymore. Apart from the occasional eight bar guitar solo, every bit of music is covered up by singing. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy singing along. But music needs blank spaces, man. Let it be fifteen seconds between verses or a minute long intro, the instrumental is just as important as the lyrics. We’ve lost that along the way too.
Lastly, the artificial polish on music today is sickening as well. The old process included recording everything onto analogue tape and then editing it together with a razor blade. Now, you record everything into a computer and put it into Pro Tools. If you played a wrong note, you don’t have to go back and play it again, because you know one more time is such a huge trial. Instead, you use Pro Tools to erase all the mistakes. You can even arrange the drum beats to be within a sixteenth of a second of where they need to be. And this ruins the soul of the music. Sure, it sounds good, but it sounds thin. It’s too perfect. That’s why the only way to experience a band now is to see them live. Because the album is a computer-generated version of the band. No grit, no grunt, just laziness.
Music these days sucks. Laziness has corrupted the industry. And it seems like it will just keep getting worse.

Baby and Car Sauna

listening: country song, seether

It's been a busy month. Alanna had her (beautiful) baby, the very same one that kept me up 'til one thirty last night. And yet it's hard to be grumpy about being tired, which is odd because yesterday I was just that. Yesterday I also helped Matt leave, and now I've been struck with a bout of uncertainty. We have four leaders for our small group, Matt, Tyler, Jason, and Dave. Matt and Tyler are both moving to the Greater Edmonton Area in mid May. Jason has already moved back to Saskatchewan. And Dave is going to med school in the fall, which will leave him with precious little time to be a leader anymore.
It's also a bit unfortunate for Adam, being that both youth interns are leaving now, Matt and Owen.
So there's a bit of uneasiness for next year.
And then we come to a more lighter note. After being inspired by a Top Gear episode, we (I) decided it would be a good idea to mimic the Car Sauna challenge. We parked Dan's car in the sun, turned the heater on full, and the loser would have to buy drinks for the victors. 30 minutes and 64 degrees later, Colin bailed out, and brought drinks from his house.
There Mom, I blogged.

-Brett

Here's a post.

listening: closing time, semisonic

Mom, the reason I haven't posted in over a month is because I'm tired of posting the superficial.
As a matter of fact, that's pretty much what this blog has become. And now I'm posting not because someone asked me to, but because I'm starting to feel really stressed and I need a place to vent.
So. Here goes. Top 3 things on Brett's List of Annoyances and Grievances.

1. As per usual, the big number 1 is school. Homework. Physics. Physics homework. Physics. No matter how many tutorials I go to, no matter how much homework I do, it does not compute. Dynamics is easier than kinematics, but it's still the basics that I'm having trouble with, and it doesn't help that we're six weeks in and she is still introducing 'basics'. Basics on how to calculate the force of tension exerted on a rope between two boxes being pulled at a 20 degree angle to the right? Argh. Tutorials tomorrow yet again. Then there's English, where the teacher is not familiar with the English language. There are 2 spelling of 'civilisation', Mr. Engel. Z and S. Yes, pieces follows the I before E rule. Shocker.
The only class I feel really confident in is bio, and that's good because it's the only science I'm continuing in next year.

2. Baby. There is a baby coming. This one will be easier if I talk to myself.
There is a baby coming, Brett. You are excited for it. So why are you so effing freaked out about it? This one is more of an annoyance, because I have no idea why it's stressing me out so much.

3. People expecting so much of me. Yeah, when I come home after a slower day at work I've started to feel annoyed with my parents for asking how many trucks I did. (Subtlety is not my specialty, so I will address this directly to my parents.) It does not matter how many trucks I did, because there is always a page who does less than me. Several, actually. I'm good at my job, but I don't like bragging about it, and when I do less trucks because it's a slow day, it doesn't mean I suck. It means I do more than just shelve books.

And I thought that this post would help me relax, but really it just made me feel more annoyed.
Blog 1, Brett 0.

-Brett

Listening:

listening: something off the Led Zeppelin II album.

I'm enjoying this thing called cleaning.


That is all.

-Brett

2010 in review

listening: casey's song, city and colour


1. Did you keep your NY Resolutions, and will you make more for the new year?
Being that I didn't make any since I was...eight, I believe, no.

2. Did anyone close to you give birth?
If I don't know, probably not.

3. Did anyone close to you die?
No!!!

4. What countries did you visit?
Mexico and brief stops in the States.

5. What would you like to have in 2011 that you didn't have in 2010?
Confidence. Motivation. Gas. Money.

6. What was your biggest achievement of this year?
At first thought, getting my drivers license, however I felt like I grew up a lot in 2010. It feels, cheesy as it may sound, that I went into 2010 very young and came out a different guy.

7. What was your biggest failure?
I try not to dwell too much on my failures, at least not in public. Although a big one would probably be breaking my leg.

8. What was the best thing you bought?
My car, although it still isn't 100% mine...

9. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
Definitely my parents.

10. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
I can not answer this due to the readers of my blog.

11. Where did most of your money go?
Phone bill and gas...

12. What did you get really excited about?
My raise. My car. My license.

13. What song will always remind you of 2010?
Casey's Song, City and Colour. Hence why I am listening to it now.

14. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?
It feels about the same. Lots of crappy things happened in 2010, but I think it made me stronger. So about the same.

15. Thinner or fatter?
Still, about the same.

16. Richer or poorer?
Much, MUCH poorer.

17. What do you wish you'd done more of?
I wish I'd spent more time with friends.

18. What do you wish you'd done less of?
I was angry a lot in the last half on 2010. I still am, not as much, but I really don't like being angry.

19. How did you spend Christmas?
I spent it at home with my family and Craig.

20. Did you fall in love in 2010?


21. What was your favourite TV program?
Scrubs and Big Bang Theory.

22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate at this time last year?
Yes.

23. What was your favourite book?
jPod

24. What was your greatest musical discovery?
too many...

25. What did you want and get?
I wanted to get my drivers license. I got it. I wanted a car. I got it.

26. What did you want and not get?
To keep both my legs intact...

27. What were your favourite films of this year?
Inception, The Social Network

28. What did you do on your birthday?
Quiet pizza dinner at home with Oma and Opa

29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
Hipster. I don't like describing it like that though, because that implies ironic t-shirts and skinny jeans. It's constantly evolving.

30. What kept you sane?
My friends.

31. Which celebrity or public figure did you fancy the most?
I didn't have much time for celebrity fancy.

32. What political issue stirred you the most?
Iran, as per usual.

33. Who did you miss?
I didn't, really.

34. What dates from 2010 will forever remain etched on your memory?
22 April, 27 September

35. What's a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010?
I feel like there's one that I haven't quite figured out yet. I'm giving it time.

36. Quote a song that sums up your year.
With you on my mind
And my heart held in your hands
Screaming
Break me

Being that I haven't blogged in almost a month...

watching: back to the future

School.
Decisions.
Pharm tech or auto tech?
Bio or chem? Possibly both?
Never did I imagine just how many decisions would fall on me in high school. Effectively, this is the beginning of the rest of my life, right? So do I want to go with the BST course at Sait? I'll do Pharmacy Tech next year at ABE, see if I like that. Hopefully first semester, so that when it's time to apply for post-sec I might have some idea about what I want to do.
Speaking of cars, the alternator on mine went a little while back, so Dad took me down to Pick-n-Pull for parts. For 100$, I got four new wheels with tires and a slightly used alternator. I replaced the tires and Dad replaced the alternator, God bless his heart. Then, a few days later as I was pulling into the garage, I noticed a bulge on one of the old tires. Sure enough, the steel was poking out and so that tire could have blown out at any moment.
Short post, longer one tomorrow.
-Brett

$#!?

listening: blink 182, down

Summer school appears to be my most viable option to avoid doing a semester of high school after graduation.
Let me start from the beginning. In the 732nd installment of Brett`s Boneheaded Moves, I decided to take math 10-C this year, ie the new curriculum, with the hopes of going to med school. Two days in, I decided not to go to med school and instead screwed myself over. Now the Applied Math 20 course this semester is FULL, it`ll be GONE AFTER THIS SUMMER, and I`m left here looking like an idiot.
http://www.chinooklearningservices.com/SummerSchool/SumSchGr10-12/SumSchClassroom/AppMath20CoreSum11.html
I need to check to see if it might be possible to do it online starting like, NOW. Mr. McKnight will most likely help me during tutorial times if I get too stuck whilst doing it.
Any back slaps for this move? Anyone?

-Brett

i am all about apathy

listening: fix you, coldplay (was i listening to this last time too? perhaps.)

But is being apathetic a good thing? Apathy about what`s happening in Egypt isn`t really amazing. Or what about not caring about what happens to fellow humans?
Ooh boy, not in the mood for a deep blog post. Sorry blogosphere.
Tomorrow I start my first Sunday shift at el vendedor de libros.
0900 hours I, Brett Lemke, will undertake the task of...isn`t there any way to make working at the library sound exciting and dangerous?
Aw shoot, I was going to go to the Sait open house today. I totally forgot.
Scatterbrained blog posts are the best.
I got my blood pressure tested in Bio on friday, and she screwed up reading it so she thought that is was 151 over 57, when in actuality it was 118 over 47. Needless to say, I was kind of going `How the heck is my blood pressure that high? I need to lay off the eggs.` It`s funny, I seem to be the only one in my class that is really into bio right now, but I just find the stuff we`re doing right now the most fun thing I`ve done in school all year. But you knew that.
Anyway, I got a new blogger template, and Incoherence Simplified won`t fit in the %*"/ title bar, so until further notice, that`s the new title up there ^.
Anyway, good night, blogosphere.
-Brett

Brett Loves Spare.

listening: coldplay, the goldrush

As I have often (i. e. never) said, blog about your day only when interesting things happen. So being that nothing interesting happened today, let me make a long post for 3 reasons.

1. Maximum Entertainment! Much entertain for the people to have the enjoyment. Tingle!
2. To beat Craig. (haha!)
3. Interesting things happened yesterday that need blogging about.

(lights off, backlit keyboard on)
Yesterday at lunch, I went outside to see my a silver Sebring parked literally an inch away from my drivers side door. Being that Dan and I were going to go to McDonald`s (he was paying), this posed a bit of a conundrum as my key most days does not work in my passenger side door.

You can see the problem. Being that Dan has a bit less respect for possessions than me, he clambered up on the Sebring and managed to get the key in the door, open it a crack, put a stick in and hit the window crank enough to get his arm in. Then, I still don`t know how, he managed to crawl through the window and manually unlock the passenger side door, allowing me to slide over. A few choice words directed at the owner of the Sebring (wherever he may have been) later, we were on our way.

Right after lunch was my spare, and I had promised Colin that I would take him job hunting in Northland. We started at Canadian Tire, and then, while we were walking around in the mall, we noticed that Ardène was hiring. A dare later, he was applying doing his best to act gay, and the best part is...they like him and want him to work there. Win-win.

And that brings me to more school rambling. I actually have two teachers that I have never heard now. Ms. Fehres for Bio, and then Mr. Engel (bert) for English.

And I love all my classes. Ms. Foster for physics is really awesome, she may be young but she really knows her stuff. Then there`s my new favorite subject....Bio. It`s actually a lot easier to pay attention in school when your teacher knows what she`s talking about, right? We`re doing the circulatory system right now, and I`ve already taken a bunch of notes in the first two days of class. I`m actually psyched to do my bio homework because I find it so gesh-dern interesting.

Ramble here.

English is pretty sweet too. We just finished watching Dr. Horrible`s Sing-A-Long Blog. I`m pretty sure that that sums up the amount of awesome in that class.

I was also really nervous coming into the second semester that I would become a bit more detached with my friends from first, but Colin and I have spare at the same time and Dan and I go for lunch usually, so that`s no big deal really.

Plus, the Sait open house is this weekend, so I can go check out the Broadcast Systems Technology course and see if it is something I want to do. (Hint: it is). That career path also gives me the ability to work in pretty much whatever city I want to as well. Radio is radio, right? I could move to Phoenix or, what I really want to do is move to Edmonton for some reason.

That`s about enough for me tonight.

-Brett

hot chocolate, new glasses, and sick

listening: polly, nirvana

Bonsoir, mes amis.

School starts...er, resumes tomorrow, and in preparation i have gotten myself 2 things.
1. incredibly sick
2. new glasses

Since this blog is basically a blog on command courtesy of Corporal S. Lemke of the Confed. Army, I will keep it quick and to the point with minimal farting about.
I repeat, minimal farting about.
Once more for good...never mind.

This semester i have Bio 20, Physics 20, and English 20-1. Foster, Doak, and Griffin, respectively.
Spare 2nd.
Thats it, I got no more for y`alls. But being that school starts tomorrow, hopefully I will have witty and topical posts to come.

-Brett

oooooooh boy.

listening: inner city pressure: flight of the conchords

I defs meant to post this when it happened, i. e. tuesday, but I was distracted namely by Danny, work, and A. Jan and U. Dale who came for a visit.
It was the last day of school, and (with Dad`s permission) I skived off Social for an afternoon extravaganza with Colin and Liam.
It started with a trip to the Keg, which, to our dismay, was closed. Even if we were just going to score some free bread, it was a crushing disappointment that affected the rest of the day.
So we decided to head to Dalhousie to check out Earls. There was a surprising lack of free bread there, but it might have had something to do with the fact that we were seated at the bar. We each had a coke (and a free refill for me) and left. By the way Mom, since I drove, I didn`t have to pay.
Slightly disheartened, we decided to go to a place where we knew we could get free stuff: Julio`s Barrio.
In Kensington.
After illegally parking in the Safeway lot because Colin had spent the only change (that we could have spent on a parking meter) at Earls, we walked through the blistering cold to the faux-Mexican restaurante y bar.
Sure enough, after ordering water, water, and a Coke for Colin, we got free chips and salsa! Unfortunately for Colin, he had ordered nachos under the impression that they were the free chips.
25 dollars and a huge platter of nachos later, Colin and Liam were dropped off and I went home to meet Danny.
-Brett

the world won`t turn until something breaks

listening: ben folds, bruised

So. We meet again, Blogger.
Going back to school has already been a whirlwind of activity. It has been tests, review, more tests, a quick break for a celiac blood test, and...review. Who`d have thought it?
Yeah, the blood test. Being that Mom was diagnosed with it a little over 2 or 3 weeks ago, all her immediate family members (i. e. children) must be tested or be taken out by Bruce Willis in a helicopter gunship. Yes, that is how Health Canada works.
And we`re off topic again. Back to the blood test. My appointment was at 12, so being a good pragmatic kind of guy, I dutifully left math ten minutes early in order to make it to Ranchlands to the BUSIEST LAB EVER.
Of course, my flawed logic made it appear that the BUSIEST LAB EVER would be running ahead of schedule to accommodate the sweating hordes of the elderly. At 12:35, a full seven minutes after the start of Chem, I began to see why the hordes were sweating. I was informed by the kindly gentleman next to me that his appointment was at 11:25, and he was still waiting. With a nervous gulp, I settled in with some music and my Kindle app to wait it out. Finally, a full hour after my appointment time, I was escorted (rushed) into a room and was instructed to roll up my sleeve before I had set foot in the doorway. After shimmying out of my plaid shirt and rolling up the sleeve of my waffle knit undershirt, I was surprised to feel the tourniquet already being tied around my arm. I began to wonder, how on earth can they be this speedy and still be running an hour behind? Approximately 3.2 seconds later, 4 vials had been extracted from my arm and I was escorted out of the building.

Without my Alberta Health Care Card.

Needless to say, this is why they are running so far behind. The nice Chinese woman behind the counter who had taken my card insisted that I hadn`t been inside there before, and that I must talk to the lady who had stabbed my arm Aragorn-style. Three minutes later, I was in my car trying to navigate the clueless hordes in the parking lot. Now, I am fairly confident that there are 3 types of drivers. Good, bad, and downright stupid. After several near misses, including an Oriental woman barreling into the parking lot at 3 and a half times the speed of sound heading right for my drivers` side door, I was out and back on my way to school. Note the time: 1:20.

-brett

Taken...er, Borrowed from my dad

OMD!

Being sleep deprived is not a lot of fun, but there is an added edge when the cause of the sleep deprivation is a very small terrier with a very high opinion of himself, and a disdain for others' needs and desires, which include the desire to raise this puppy in the way he should go....

I was awakened at 12:30 a.m. by the wind. More accurately, by the wind chimes in the garden, flailing about in the southern Alberta gale in an effort to wake the dead. Mozart (aforementioned terrier) awoke as well, and began shouting "I NEED TO PEE I NEED TO PEE I NEED TO PEE!" in doglish.

With some justifiable martyrdom, I betook myself to free him and his bladder - which he legitimately had to address, given the intensity and length of time spent hunched on the lawn. Killing two birds, I removed the wind chimes and lay them flat somewhere.

"Mozart, come!"

(Mozart gives me the "no habla ingles" look, being half-chihuahua)

"MO-zart! COME!"

"No habla ingles, senor!"

"I'll "no habla" you, schweinhund (his other half is Miniature Schnauzer) - come HERE!!!" I advance, plaid pyjama pants billowing menacingly, towards the pup.

Pup abandons all pretense of being Spanish and crouches down low, shucking and jiving - "No massa, please don't hurt me massa - I'll be a good doggie massa, and so forth" - all the while of course not moving a single inch in the direction I want him to come. I finally pick him up and introduce him somewhat forcefully into his kennel.

12:45 a.m. - "INEEDTOPEEINEEDTOPEEINEEDTOPEEINEEDTOPEEEEE!"

"You just peed, you stupid dog! (mumblegrumblemumblemumble). Silence.

CRASH! The wind pulls the blinds off the bedroom window. Dog seizes the opportunity and recommences his emergency bathroom barking. Reason befogged by lack of sleep, I conclude that perhaps he was distracted while I was emasculating the wind chimes, and 'forgot' to do the rest of his business. So, out he goes again, trotting out onto the lawn, looking over his shoulder at me, and flopping down under the trampoline, sitting like the Sphinx of Egypt, and gazing pensively at the neighbor's fence - bladder and bowel apparently completely comfortable.

"GO PEE, Mozart!"

No response. "GO PEEE!"

Nothing.

Back out into the yard, I hunch precariously under the trampoline, to reach the scruff of his neck. He gives me the menacing devil-dog gargoyle smile, which only ensures that his return to the kennel is enthusiastic and forceful.

1:15 am. CRASH! The wind uproots the steel pasta colander and related giant dutch oven from the drying rack in the kitchen, hurling them to the floor. Dog cunningly exploits the resultant silence by advising me in no uncertain terms that he really, really wants to go pee now.

No dice Charley. Fool me once (well, actually twice).....etc., etc.

1:30 a.m. Heartfelt groans from the general direction of the kennel. (Woe is me, for my bladder is weary and downtrodden, etc. etc.).

1:43 a.m. Prolonged groaning and gnashing of teeth, punctuated by futile clawing at the kennel door.

"MOZART! SHUT UP!"

Wife now awakens, questioning why I am cursing quietly in the night. My tale of martyrdom apparently sooths and relaxes, as she is asleep before I am done.

Mozart, of course, being a highly intelligent sociopath/terrier, remembers this adventure in great detail, and decides to implement the same tactics for the next two nights. I abuse myself with Red Bull to stay awake at work, and determine to outlast him. Last night I slept the night through again. But always the fear lingers in the background, knowing that while I sleep, he plots and schemes for the next opportunity to free himself from the injustice of the kennel's incarceration - to be wild, free and gamboling through the lawn in the dead of the Canadian night.

There are days I wish I had a stupid dog....