May 9, 2015

  • Life as a DayDream Werewolf

    calQtek- Daydream Werewolf

    Some part of me is wolf like. That must be the human part of myself. The part of myself that cannot exist in a digital & nuclear world. The radiation from the constant influx of information and the rapid pace of disconnection under the veil of knowing all of everything under 2 minutes under the veil of electronic truth. Once huddled in a library swimming in books and electronic databases with reliable ideas and opinions, we now swim in subjectivity and it truly is an existential paradise: we live in a time of no truth but the expectation of delivering with absolute accuracy your most inner truth.

    This is my struggle. A world lost in itself. Consumed with itself and its presentation. I dont know if this sort of power and excitement is actually helpful or destructive, no one will know. It is exciting but technology doesnt always deliver utopia. Our countless authors have predicted dystopia. Are they afraid? behind the times? Or am I just out of touch? I miss the simplicity of a tide pool, slowly enjoying the world. I am in the undertow. My head is underneath. I am breathin but losing steam. I am gasping for the surface as waves and waves of information and changes occur. I feel like an old man. I am nearing 40, so with that milestone I presume I actually am an old man now haha

    In the midst of all of this disarray and the heaping expectations upon me as a husband/father/professional, I have kept my nose to the grindstone and felt the art within me grow and blossom as a song writer again. I have recently completed another record. Who knows if it will ever be released? But probably has a better chance a sa solo effort. These songs have been in the oven for about 3 years now. Plodding thru life creating when I can until I had a big spike in personal writing and recording. I wrote about 15-16 songs in the last year, and basically saw them all thru from beginning until end. With the amount of time I actually have to dedicate to these efforts, it might as well be 100 if that was my actual job. I am proud of what I accomplished here. Daydream Werewolf is the title.

    1- BloodSHED- this song I wrote in the shower. I had this entire poem as a freeflow song for months and couldnt find a collaborator and this was one of my first efforts to see a vocal melody thru from my skull to an iPad and into a full entire production. It is a manifesto of sorts. It is the first song because it tells you exactly what I am up to. That to be real and to be a human artist, I must strip my entire being away until I am so free I can walk thru the crowds in the nude. Its bloodshed. its a piece of my body for the listener to chew upon and gnash on with my complete and utter honesty. This song sat around as I tried to get it into various other bands. It really wasnt until one of my collaborators, Natalie, said, "Did you ever think of just doing a solo record?" Well No, I was either too afraid to or lacked the confidence to do so, both probably, but when I saw the material and the challenge, I was excited. BloodSHED was always the opener.

    2. Worms in the Wires- This was a B-Side instrumental outcast that was a ear worm. I loved the music and I loved the bridge break. Somehow the lyrics Worms in the Wires came about when I was writing the actual lyrics. I spent Aug 2014 t0 Feb 2015 working thru this song until it found it out. The end was a podcast on biblical references to Worms and its seeds in the devil. It really is a song about the technological overhaul of humanity.

    3- Luna- My friend and amazing drummer/musician Raymundo Rascon sent me the music for this after listening to older records I did with my brother Clint under our moniker geppettoGESTAPO, which has since been laid to pasture. the Name itself was too long and too divisive. It was an idea similar to Marilyn Manson but with a different concept. It wasnt an homage to the Gestapo but that evil force was the evil workings in our little universe. I digress. Luna was a song that came easy. It was explained to me that its inspirations came from The Knife and the common knowledge amongst my musician friends that i am a sucker for strong pop inclinations, so when I was writing to this song it was late nights outside in the back. I would boil tobacco in a hookah and jam and record ideas for songs. One night the full moon was shining down and was ominous, the song just made me dance and dance and dance. I was moving I was jamming and the hook just came down from heaven. I imagined myself as some primordial native with no knowledge of what the moon actually was or is, only a beacon of time and powerful. The lyrics have everything to do with giving grace to the nature and blessings around us. It is simply as song about how beautiful it is to simply be along and by yourself and just dancing under the moonlight.

    4- The Gavel- Ferguson. That's all I can say about the idea of police brutality and the military police state from armored vehicles rolling in like the Army. The song says that our police have become like Judge Dredd and our courts opinions and backing of police enforcement in lethal outcomes have only allowed it to blossom like a virus. We cannot have death be the most absolute means for self defense. We need ninjas out there I guess. But the song is about this. It ends with a recent lecture from Noam Chomsky on the historical precedents from slavery to the 60's and MLK, and how this just feeds into the timeline. It isnt about Michael Brown solely. It's about the idea of a justice system that locks up and targets the poor, dismantles the community's ability to provide, breaks up families, and how enforcement techniques of shoot first and ask later, breed the ultimate distrust and its a pressure cooker. These thoughts are propellents. They feed the fast pace of the song.

    5- Hearst Castle- relationship building can occur with heightened awareness and changes in ones consciousness. there is a lot of support for this.

    6. The Eagle & the Hawk- This is a cover of John Denver. I originally heard this from Bonnie Prince Billy's acapella version. I was going to write the music and just overlay this. However, this did not happen. I instead had an idea for an entire production. I just love the lyrics, its a poem about this country. I spent a lot of time on the production here from the sounds of nature to the various instruments. I used the basic music and notes from Tabs online to write it.

    7. DayDream Werewolf- Another song I wrote in my head and then translated into music. Just a beat before. I didnt even know I had written a bass track and piano in the back until a few months ago. It was long and rambling and then I found 8 bars that accentuated the music and went with that. This song is about a dream I had of my father that defined my relationship for a long time. Fear. Every life choice was not just fear from an image of him as a werewolf chasing me thru a house as a young boy, cowering as he banged on the door, but the fear of not living up to my potential. Ultimately, the true fear is that I will become him and in many ways I have had to face these demons. It is not easy knowing some piece of what you hated of your father lives in how I know father.

    8. Something in the Way- I spent a good month reading and listening to everything Nirvana. I even read a book on In Utero on its production on every facet. A book in a series called 33 1/3. all his records, all the magazines. His life and how important he was to my new world became apparent. In my high school days, there was so many young teenage boys who wanted to be Kurt Coabin, the clothes, they played the music, they wanted to live and die for their art. They didnt want to conform or be successful but live in obscurity. This idea is the complete opposite of who I became later on in college and in music then. But who I am now relishes the underground. Kurt Cobain would love music today in that regard. He may have never been discovered except in some blog and left in the undertow and grind. Today is his world and influence. But we all still want to make it out of the ocean and onto the shores of fame in some small way. I found this song to just be the most pure and biographical for Kurt. There is something in the way, blocking him from moving on from the pain, something blocking us all from reaching our fulfillment. A recluse has always been attractive to me. Living in my own world and building a universe with no worries and commitments. Cobain living under a bridge, eating grass, with rodents his only friends, the Seattle rain pouring upon him, everything about this atmosphere was attractive to me and the production was my own, in my own style. All my covers are only skeletons with new skin. This is a perfect example.

    9. Take the Light In- This was another B-Side with another collaborator. At one point I was searching for the end of a album for another group. Worms in the Wires, this song, and Far Off Land were all apart of this search for the perfect album closer. It had to have a vibe, it had to have some beauty, it had to leave the listener with a certain something. For a few months, this song was going to be a sampled instrumental and the companion to Hearst Castle. However, when the hook came to me, I knew this was going to be something important and special. What's more the lyrical backbone was about how as I get further away from the death of my father, the fragments of him start to dissipate like the light of a distant far millions of light years away that hit my eye on any random night outside while smoking the hookah and devising a new song. The middle section is sort of a homage to a former artistic persona as a spoken word artist, the Catastrophe God. I see this as inspired like a Beatles song, simple, pop, but layers of depth. I am certainly not close to the Fab 4, but I feel this song to be an homage to their brilliance.

    10- Far Off Land- this song was a pretty controversial one. I was so sure of its vitality as a album closer, as a means to help others, that I had a war with my collaborator verbally to get it on the record. I couldnt force it however, and I left it alone. Luckily it is now MY album closer and I am pretty happy with it. Most good songs come fast, the best do, and this is no different. I came up with this one in the car and at home on a weekend where I was watching my daughter. Im sure if you took the vocal tracks you could hear her yelling about the house. This one is about the darkness and the light and trying to sort thru it. It is as much a manifesto as BloodSHED and a fitting conclusion.

    These are just some of my thoughts on the record.

    I hope to have it linked and out soon. This is an obscure place. It is like going out to the forest and sitting in solitude. thats Xanga.

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February 15, 2015

  • the Gavel

    there's gavels in the streets
    gavels in the streets with
    gavels in the streets

    hallucinating visions of a crowd
    with heavens of justice raining down

    there's gavels in the streets
    but never in the courts
    protections for the fleecing
    no reason for discourse
    populist
    a sure shot
    pointing at the crowds
    camera is the truth but
    questions still amount

    what kind of world we live in
    where senses are all skewed
    no logic to the truth
    cause logic isnt proof
    if you accept insanity
    then sit right down
    but i cannot believe
    we have
    gavels in the streets

    the tentacles are running all round
    to necks out stretched
    wraps around
    eyes are flailing & bulging out
    is this what's justice
    is all about

    hallucinating visions of a crowd
    with heavens of justice raining down

    there's gavels in the streets
    but never in the courts
    protections for the fleecing
    no reason for discourse
    populist
    a sure shot
    pointing at the crowds
    camera is the truth but
    questions still amount

    to what kind of world we live in
    where senses are all skewed
    no logic to the truth
    cause logic isnt proof
    if you can accept insanity
    then sit right down
    but i cannot believe
    we have
    gavels in the streets

February 8, 2015

  • Worms in the Wires

    Eel-electric pulses thru bodies in time
    Violet shining vibrant vibrato outlines
    Paranoid people populating powerful thrones
    Unpredictable umbrella shield raining unknowns
    Flicker flick flick flick goes the screen to atone
    Pecking peck peck peck to widgets worms in the wires

    crescent moons will crumble into the sea
    chaos reigns supreme as always eventually
    somehow this becomes the purveyor of petulant pain
    false prophets have no answers
    any fake can proclaim

    the minuscule will move thru
    the maniacs will move you
    so hop on board the future is a wonderful dream

    forgot to mention how soon
    environmental typhoons
    sweeping under bytes of bits perplexing pristine

    a tidal wave of selfishness
    beautiful, blemish narcissist
    fucking all his victims in primordial scenes

    interest wanes to publish this
    the truth is nothing will stop all this
    so buckle up now baby only say what you mean

    crescent moons will crumble into the sea
    chaos reigns supreme as always eventually
    somehow this becomes the purveyor of petulant pain
    false prophets have no answers
    any fake can proclaim

    the worms are taking their time
    and the beat goes by

    the worms are taking their time
    in the wires of the mind

    the worms are taking their time
    twisting slowly thru the mind

    the worms are taking their time
    feast on matters of the mind

    the worms are taking their time
    fragmented data entry mind

    the worms are taking their time
    bitter bastard battered mind

    the worms are taking their time
    don't go to sleep or try

    the worms are taking their time
    the brain is mildewed grime

    the worms are taking their time
    wires weeping for the mind

    the worms are taking their time
    festering feverish mind

  • PROJECT

    CALCUTEC- DAYDREAM WEREWOLF

February 1, 2015

  • Take the Light In

    v1
    i awake
    with no eyes
    yet a fading light
    of darkened stars
    becomes more
    bright

    now gone
    and as a black hole swallows
    a mother coddles
    new born
    life

    no infinite youth
    cause the older he gets
    the shorter the
    sun burns

    chorus
    if all i see
    is distant stars

    still i take their light in
    take their light in
    glowing orbs profound

    when all i see
    is what
    once
    was

    do we live forever?
    burn forever
    even
    not here
    or now

    v2
    i fall asleep
    with no heart
    but i feel it beating,
    racing towards,
    the loving moon

    it orbits two:
    the absent eye &
    misleading heart!

    chorus
    if all i see
    is distant stars

    still i take their light in
    take their light in
    glowing orbs profound

    when all i see
    is what
    once
    was

    do we live forever?
    burn forever
    even
    not here
    or now

    spoken word

    it feels like a century now
    since i saw your light
    since you spoke to me over a phone
    since i heard the nuanced cadence
    of your voice
    or imagined what it could even sound like
    provided signs
    to elevate me
    to some new dimension or incite
    some new challenge i never would want to face
    locking myself in a closet
    to avoid the world's inevitable chase
    change
    this is all now lost
    since your star diminished
    and gave me a new life
    a different life
    a world with no oysters
    a world of metaphysical voyeurs
    Huck Finn with no Tom Sawyer
    a world eater
    a time waster
    a mind lost in a maze
    of moon craters
    Medusas turning me to stone
    as I eat of mankind, i lick of its bones
    i see snakes of venom, i see my little girl grown
    i see me old on a porch
    i see my heart is scorched
    i see the love of my life encouraged
    i see all my pain and sorrow left in storage
    i breathe new life and gain new courage
    i rapt upon the doors of galaxies
    no longer discouraged
    i find a peace with the light
    of dead stars
    all now dormant

    if all i see
    is dormant stars

    still i take their light in
    take their light in
    glowing orbs profound

    when all i see
    is what
    once
    was

    do we live forever?
    burn forever
    even
    not here
    or now

January 24, 2015

  • Luna

    the stars might highlight all my steps
    but its the visions of the truth i can't even grip
    i see a fogginess of futures forgotten by pasts
    i can know nothing of it, i'm an iconoclast
    blasting thru cherished memories all modeled in dance
    swaying under crescents this all happened by chance
    and i'm burning thru your cells, i'm living thru your dreams,
    and i'm eating all the spirits, i silence the screams

    under beams of light
    my feet . . . alive
    i step, i move
    i see me breathing
    under white-ning waves
    my pain
    concaves

    Luna
    Luna
    Luna
    Luna.

    under beams of light
    my feet . . . alive
    i step, i move
    i see me breathing
    under white-ning waves
    my pain
    concaves

    the paper is my truth, scribbling feverishly
    about a ship lost in haze of turbulent me's
    crumbling before the blurry alter, my sore, broken knees
    my eyes are blinded by the sequence of your revelry
    and i hallucinate for days from the roots of your trees
    and your face is round & cratered, highlight a ghostly sheen
    please don't take my first born, she's a painting of me
    dancing in your distant starlight, eternity

    under beams of light
    my feet . . . alive
    i step, i move
    i see me breathing
    under white-ning waves
    my pain
    concaves
    under your beams of light
    my feet are alive, breathing light

October 17, 2014

  • The unraveling of fear in your eyes
    blends with the lost and callous blemish
    speaking to myself like daughter babble
    with a bottle in hand
    its easy to eulogize my existence
    as a toy soldier sinking in sand
    multicolored and evolving with a landscape
    scraping nails on walls
    how long will we count the days
    you shrink away from my touch
    like a lost flower to the moon
    no sooner do I speak
    and venom compels out of you
    my soul yearns for your love
    my heart spills for some peace or serenity
    my fascination with the antithese of divinity
    the sins in me
    the words I feel
    but cannot fathom to say
    you tear it all apart with machine gun like
    rapid spray
    and here I am the child with the broken toy
    I am that innocent
    my old wrinkled eyes
    deceive the eyes
    the youthful take in life
    with no direction as your words deafen
    and absorb the entire home
    I will travel around a gray and hungry globe
    a volcano erupting
    your lava falling and dousing my being
    I cannot believe the anger that is a person
    I am seeing
    breathing
    seething
    your eyes spun and dilated
    There is no words to describe my paralysis
    lost in the vacancy of absent happiness
    no matter my moves
    no matter my joy
    you spite me to gain a flutter of ounce of self esteem
    I am in the sand box of your ashes
    there is no in between
    I have yearned for the day to be whole
    but the whole of our seperation
    I cannot condone

September 12, 2014

  • fate and love

    Crescent moon crumbles into the sea
    These things just happen as all will be
    in the time it takes to unravel the truth
    the moon has uprooted an ocean of lies
    did I become the purveyor of petulant pain
    false prophets have no answers any fake can proclaim

    I never chose all of this
    born free of will to unravel the stitch

    I never chose all of this
    born free and with a infinite fist

    End section

    Im living proof of the like
    that we are born then wither and die
    with a fist in our eye
    Am living the dream
    a foxy regal scheme
    where the ends are the means
    This entire thought is a gleam
    of a pillar of light
    borne from the height
    of a flooding delight
    as my heart jumps to bite
    out and chew all it meets
    like a rabid lion in heat
    Chewing and gnawing off all its skin
    maybe my love has grown too thin
    maybe all I am is a cold shower at night
    to wake up from the fright
    that this has been all there ever is
    a mirror image of bliss
    a carnival mirror
    a two headed snake hiss

August 9, 2014

  • Far Off Lands

    In the deep recesses of my mind
    There wages battle only meant for time
    Can I be the person on their hands &
    Crawl thru futures to some far off lands?

    Will I suffer further for some unknown end?
    Or curve my fortunes to an honest bend
    Will I ever move past a leap of faith
    and find the answers for an easier day

    The idle sea
    calls to me

    a frothy scene
    frolicking

    new day dawns
    beckoning

    past is gone
    awakening

    shall i scrawl some symbolism with my pen
    or contrive some fiction of where my heart has been
    i have screamed in darkness and heard its echo on
    thru halls of fury no longer in my lungs

    the righteous path seems like a spinning coin
    lost in a labyrinth confused by a spinning void
    I can be the fires lighting paths of truth
    once i unlock these secrets of me and you

    The idle sea
    calls to me

    a frothy scene
    frolicking

    new day dawns
    beckoning

    past is gone
    awakening

July 26, 2014

  • Cursed

    the mind is truly a terrible thing to waste and taste
    lost in a haze
    the flowers of filth blooming in the moonlight
    the mind harnessed and betrothed to its reflection
    the memories of what once was
    of who i once had been
    of who i am now
    of who i have been before now
    locked in the prison of a circus mirror
    it looked so beautiful
    i could stare at it for days
    with my eyes half open
    trying to remember any feelings
    of who i could have been
    before i was gobbled up into
    the fog
    i was that perilous figure standing above the ashes
    i had burnt down everything i knew and built a fortress
    i have not discovered whether i may still inhabit
    its power and still create illusions
    i have a sense that i may be a better
    magician without its pixie dust
    to sprinkle into a bowl and light its
    fire of golden excrement
    to make what of the body
    into what of the soul
    but my intuition remembers a process
    a certain freedom
    that allows the mind to drift past
    the parallels of the void
    to taste its eternity
    whilst not wasting a mind
    long dormant
    neglectful of the fostering friendships of my day
    but i am not who they once knew
    i am not who they once loved
    i am not who they once known
    but i am better for it
    death is a magician
    not my fingers
    not an illusionist
    with his spectre crossing into the planes of existence
    i am god
    i have the power to create
    and that does not mean i have the power to dictate to you
    your life but only dictate that which my soul
    must have to flourish
    i see it in a star
    i have seen its fires
    millions of years before
    my eyes could ever interpret
    its consciousness
    and i am nothing for it
    i am neither lover
    nor loved
    i am neither here
    nor am i there
    across the panels
    across the strewn away boxes
    and burnt foil
    and forgotten needles
    of embers
    of pain
    i am rather evolved from the pain
    i have wrestled with its two headed venomous reptile
    for close to 10 years now
    half asleep
    half awake
    but functioning towards a higher self actualization
    my eyes were once closed
    now they are opening
    they are not opened
    will they ever open
    or am i cursed to dream
    but isn't that
    the only blessing,