Changes

It has been a while indeed. My sincerest apologies. I have been taking the aforementioned break. I am working on changing the entire format of this site and moving it to a .com (.net to be precise). In effort to make things simplier, I have posted below the direct links to the three songs I have uploaded:

the flight

The Day the Heavens Fell

A Hard Climb*

Additionally, although I have been skirting around the concept of it, I soon will cave and create a mySpace. Exposure is essential, right?

*As you may notice, there is a third song. This was done today in about 20 minutes, using the medium I had mentioned as my preferred, simultanious recording of vocals and guitar tracks. While I am never satisfied with the quality, nuances, or accuracy, I am generally satiated with having a product of my labour.

Once again, apologies, my laziness in prose has become me this evening.

(Franks)x

Deleting . . .

Space is awesome. No doubt.

I've often wondered what kind of experiences I would have as a deep space explorer. Not the popcorn and candy sold at silver screens and television addict support group meetings(?), but the real life shit. The real future. Sadly, I know that my demise would be swift and unforgiving; At the hand of a nightmarish, otherworldy creature. . . or slowly drifting through space until my air supply runs dry.

Hmmm . . that's bleak.

The future is terrifying.

"Barely a 10th of children in some areas can repeat even one nursery rhyme and, in extreme cases, some do not even know their own name."

Nursery rhymes? Really?

(Franks)x

Honourable Mentions

It slipped my mind to reference the inspiration to The Day The Heavens Fell. A beautiful piece of raw musicianship. Makes me shiver.

(Franks)x

Sunday Singing

On rare occasion I allow my ego to get the best of me. I've been quoted as saying: "I'm a goddamn poet." Exhibit A. An hour and a half of labour both in writing and recording. The vocals are not strong. They will be with time. This one was recorded both guitar and vocals simultaniously as opposed to the previous offering. I think I prefer the new method.

This is an interesting piece. I get the feeling that the filmmaker behind it is one of two things: a) Abruptly afraid of action, or b) Regrets the use of it, but has resigned to the idea that it is a necessary device of the story. I`d bet on the latter. The film reminds me of an orgasm. A slow, albeit tense series of dialogues building up to the ultimate climax. A fire, an explosion . . . the death of Hitler. Sadly, Inglorious Basterds is not an orgasm to my senses.

I am very happy to have found a new audio host.

(Franks)x

Sharp Shooter

I'm almost convinced.

Deep in that darkest place inside me, where all of my most honest desires culminate into one thing, I am well prepared. In this world I am a survivalist, an expert and a stone cold killer. Currently I am none of these things. In the event I choose to forego a strenuous training regimen in anticipation and be swallowed by the writhing masses, let my tombstone read: "His only regret was not being the one to survive the zombie apocalypse."

And it was.

(Franks)x