Writing In The Key of Tree

I've been reading this really cool book about writing lyrics ("Writing Better Lyrics"), and it talks about writing in the key of the subject matter at hand. So if you're writing lyrics about a pig, you'd write in the key of pig.
This is especially exciting to do. You write, "Key of: _______" at the top with your blank filled in, and write below all the words that come to mind. The more adjectives and nouns that come to mind the better.

You end up with a word bank, and writing your lyrics can be a lot faster with some words already there. Anyway, thought it was a cool method and wanted to share with the interwebbing.

New Anxieties

Last week I called this man who's pretty massive in the music industry up here in Utah and who also grew up with my oldest brother. I'm supposed to meet with him / see his studio today at 4pm possibly. He told me to call him this morning to remind him but it only rang twice and I left a voicemail. I have borderline extreme anxiety about the event. Their website is here. After I looked through their gear and did some poking around and I felt intimidation as well. So in the shower this morning I realized that the butterflies and sickening anxiety wasn't going to help me, and that people like calm and natural-acting people - more than those who cut themselves down in the off-chance that people will hate their being there or what they have to offer. I have been talking aloud to myself to figure out what I want to say, and it just makes it worse. So I'm going to act like nothing huge is happening today even though I feel like I'm walking into the White House for a job interview.

New updates:

I made a new website for Venter's Stag Motel here, and I like it because it's really clean and spare.

I still have the VSM blog, and I post the more intense information there. I figure if someone is willing to check out the "blog" then they actually want some legit hordes of info, but if they're a tentative newcomer, I'll make it simple and clear with the main website.

There are some new songs on the SoundCloud since last I wrote here.. in fact I bet the entire SoundCloud account is a new thing since I last wrote.

I have a T-Shirt shop on Spreadshirt. I really like that website - you come up with the designs as PNGs or JPEGs whatever, and digitally design it on their website. When people want a shirt you "made", spreadshirt makes the shirt to order according to your most recently saved design for that product. So I don't have to pay a penny. It's free to make the store, easy to upload the designs and place them on a shirt, and drag them into my "store". Brilliant. I even bought some of the shirts and sweatshirts and I have to say they are legit and good quality.

My friend Micah found a ridiculously fun game online here.

For you to be happy

For now.

If you don't know the Moth & the Flame..
contact me, micah, or scott (or a bunch of other people too)
And we'll try to get you their new album. It is incredible.

I feel strange when I tell people about music that has changed my life for a few reasons:
1. It changed my life.. not everyone else's.
    I find that line between personal and public music sharing to be a dynamic line sometimes.
       -I want my close friends to feel that incredible feeling that I get too, because I love my friends.
2. What happens if they don't like it? I can't be offended.. But I am going to feel weird.
     I start to feel like I defaced the music I cherish because someone else didn't feel the same way I did.
       -I recognize this thought process isn't the best one. But this leads to my next point.
3. Sometimes I want to share so badly, because I want them to know how much I love it.
    I don't want this question to EVER surface with people I know well:
                Hey, have you heard of Sigur Ros? Some of their stuff isn't that great but you'd like Glosoli..
         I can't help but get the urge to smack that person down to the ground.
         At the same time, haha, it's not their fault, holy cow Brent..
4. Sometimes when people tell me to listen to music, I immediately mark that band/musician down in my
    head as music to never look up. With this fact. I try to be careful sharing. Because maybe they will be
    more likely to listen to it if I don't bring it up like it's a world news event. Maybe patience will help the
    desperate cause. This scenario is my favorite:
                [sitting somewhere, plane, car, bench] Hi, what are you listening to?
                                                                                   Hey, [whoo are youuu], The Shins!
                                                                             Oh that's cool, the only song I know is New Slang.
                                                                                   Really? Well put these headphones on immediately.
                                                                                   This song is called Split Needles (or Know you
                                                                                    onion!, or Sea legs, or any shins song)
                                                                             Okay. [3 minutes pass]
                                                                             That was awesome. I didn't realize everything in the                      
                                                                             world is made better with music by the Shins..
                                                                                    YEHAAHAHAAA.. yes.
This scenario has not, and will not ever happen.
I heard from some guy the other day that mono sucks.. I'm glad I dodged that bullet.
I can only guess how many people read what I write here.
and my guess is: 6 max

I am so excited to go home.

Unnecessary things

Unnecessary things, that lean more towards the unhelpful (even harmful) side of the spectrum, straight up make me angrystrated.
This is in and of itself a paraDIGGUM shift.        (Exquisite cred)
I think this is great however.
Thus. we. see...

When one does not think before one opens one's barf hole,
everyone else will figuratively barf on that person.

So. Give it a think people. I will work on it too, I swear.
Why don't we all start ignoring the social battle opportunities and spend the time having fun.
Because when you start looking for these situations, you'll say:

Let's stop barfing.

It is not good for the psyche..

In the end, Thom Yorke will still win.

So I was thinking, or trying to to

and I realized something that we all know. Days exist!

HOW CRAZY IS THAT?

with a lisp (sorry)

HOW CRATHY ITHAT?

Human lives are structured into repeating boxes that come down the conveyor belt every 24 hours.

We get all excited planning and guessing what's gonna be in the next box.

Then it stops being exciting. Because that box is gonna come, and have those awesome pieces of crap in it, no matter what you do.

No matter what you do, you're gonna open that freakin box, and the slip of paper on top of everything else says: "You gotta pee, Brent".. "So stop trying to sleep, cuz you can't, till you pee...go pee"

screw that box

I don't wanna wake up anymore with the need to pee.

I would LOVE to wake up to the need to jump out the window because someone needs to test their stack of mattresses.

Speaking of mattresses. When LCHS choir toured Italy last year there was a room on the third floor in this cool hotel. 

The room.

Open the door..

BAM. yea.. mattresses. to the ceiling. Climb over them, oh. wow. Check it out. 

A cove where you can slide into--  it's a little thanksgiving just for you.

It's like a silent bounce house but fort style

Bouncing isn't a good idea or it could all move... and mess up the progress you made.

Which leads to an analogy. Don't get out of bed, or you'll mess up the progress you made.. hehh

heh?

The Leaves Hit

It's getting colder outside and the colors and leaves are starting to fall. Life is a big ball of change. I keep looking for the time I'll be settled and set; comfortably static. That is not going to happen, and I don't think that would truly bring me joy. I realize the love of change and variety are inherently given appetites. I love the mountains red, and I'll love them blue-white. I'm so stoked.
Micah is one of the most interesting and relatable-to-me people I've ever met, no hyperbole this time.
Socially, I run in his shadow, but in the end I really actually enjoy it. Because he really is that funny.
I love dark green
Gorillaz somehow manages to be a sweet groovin groove but quite thick in meaning- serious at the same time, some songs. I decided I am probably not going to major in computer science. I'm strongly considering Audio Recording Technologies. Lots of theory and sight singing, but that's what I actually care about. I can do computer stuff too.. Whatever
Trying to be more excited about the world- and not so dark and calculating about irrelevant issues.
Can't explain how excited I am to go home. and see my family.

Catapult Their Ghandrus

Ogay
There's a cow mug tipping over the edge the crash will be loud don't scream. The foundation just solidified.
Jumped.
Handle broke off the door to the pantry we'll starve radiation outside don't scream.
Why did we make the door solid steel?
Bil þ venda my ást of vetur.
I would have to stay in here.