Chaotic Mess of Gray(Grey?) Matter

More random entries, it looks like. Here’s a quirky little game, Nanaca Crash. Just click your mouse at appropriate moments to boost the distance of the poor sap, It’s addictive. Be warned.

Yeah, I’m drafting a comic at the moment, the website should be up soon. Main characters (except 1) for the story are done. It’s a full digital work with no use of the pencil at all, very experimental, very fun, gives a HELL of a backache while doing it. Looks kinda like an Apple iPod/iTunes ad. LOL.

Ren
Izu
Luke
Tako
Group shot

Redrafting the script as we speak. Weekends are good.

As promised, here’s 3 songs for your listening pleasure:

Cajun by Roy Buchanan. An instrumental. A very short but cool number.

BondS~Kizuna by Antic Cafe. Listen to the cool guitar by Bou.

Maple Gunman. Ditto as above.

Okay, I’ve done my job at poisoning you all for the day. More to come when I find something cooler later.

My recent interest in the Fender Telecaster guitar led to some very surprising finding on the net concerning the history of this guitar. One of it in particular is of Roy Buchanan and his ‘53 Telecaster he calls Nancy. The best thing about it is because Roy himself is particularly unknown to the music world but his guitar plays are simply amazing! He’s like this legend of the guitar circle and he comes up with complex guitar plucking techniques that produces these sharp and twangy notes (like the chicken plucking for one).

Of course, Roy himself didn’t have a happy life, he commited suicide in jail in ‘88. Pity that someone that could play so well have such a tragic life. The best part however, is Nancy.

Speaking of Nancy, it’s said that Roy saw this guy walking down the street with a battered Tele under his arms while he was having his haricut. He went out in the middle of the haircut and offered the guy a new guitar in exchange for the battered Telecaster. It’s a beat up thing, with scratches and chips on the body, even all the finishing has worn off. But Roy made really good sounds out of it. Therein begins Nancy’s legend of its own.

While there are websites concerning Nancy’s whereabouts, there’s no actual confirmation on where the guitar is right now. One thing certain is that it’s not in any muzeum yet. Either it’s with Roy’s family, a very wealthy collector or simply gone. The allure of a famous instrument tied to a tragic, but good musician.

I’ll upload Cajun (a song I like) with a couple of Antic Cafe songs next entry. You have to really listen to appreciate them.

edited 3 times to add new info.

Previous bouts of depression was….. stupid. So I got back on my net feet and started some bizarre search of music, thanks to my friend from Canada, Mandy (here’s her DA page btw, be warned: she’s 19 and she’s into… weird things. I warned joo!!!! Bloody good art though) Mandy’s DA Apparently one of those weird groups she’s listening to happens to have great music! Who would’ve thought… It’s Jrock though, so if you’re not into Japanese songs, you might want to give them a pass, though I wouldn’t recommend it, I fully recommend listening to them once, then you decide. The guitar rifts are fantastic! (though the one playing those cool guitar rifts is……. misleading. *shudders in fear… ph34r!!!*)

Anyway, look up Antic Cafe, an oshare kei group from the Kanto region. While you might be surprised at their image, you’ll be equally surprised at their music, as I was. I’ll see if I can upload a couple of my favourite songs online, the one with my favourite guitar rifts. By the way, a spoiler: they’re all men. Try wiki them and look at the posted pic, you’ll know what I mean. To save you all the trouble, here: Antic Cafe of Wiki

p/s: The said (aiiiieeee!!!! my eyes!!!!) guitarist with the cool rifts is the second from the right in the wiki picture. The world has a cruel sense of humour.

You know there are times when you feel like giving up on anything that you’re doing at the moment? Well I’m having one of those so called Kodak moments myself. It feels terrible… I’m thinking as if the whole world is having a conspiracy against me… like I’m made to fail in whatever I do. Or more like other factors are conspiring to ensure that I fail.

Nah…. that’s crazy talk.

Sometimes I think what is it that I am doing? Research? Fat lot that did, I’m lost and back to square one… I saw a brief light and then…. it’s GONE. My health isn’t actually kicking into 5th gear either…. the old heart is having some fits lately…. it’s… irritating. The thought of accidentally dying while not achieving anything is equally irritating at the moment.

And the worst thing is I’m doing what I hate every single second. No, I don’t hate research, nor do I hate work. People who know me already know the answer to this hated thing I’m doing. I could say it’s someone’s fault, but it wouldn’t be fair. I already know I’m doing this to myself.

I just feel broken at the moment. If this is a war between my inner demons and me, I’m losing. I have no backup… I have no fall back position or even a headquarters to lick my wounds, slap on extra ammo and move on. I’m just afraid that by the time I’m finished with whatever I’m doing, I’ll be an empty man. Maybe I deserve this. Already I stopped caring for what I do, I’m heading there.

Help? I already know there is none. I might even disappear for a while. Might.