I had a stroke on Jan. 2010 and have not been back here. I could not read or write for awhile because of it. I had a lot of good friends here. I hope you are still there. I diffidently think differently to life than I did before my stroke. It is all good. Life close to death makes you smarter.
I love you all.
Positive Cynic

remeber when soundclick used to be the bomb? we could share and laugh and have friends all over the world. now facebook and twitter have taken over the world and it was only a few years ago that we owned it. too many options lead to too many decisions which lead to too much confusion and then your friends disappear. technology is a blessing and a curse. is there too much information? are disguarded friends still friends or do we just put them in the recycle bin to be deleted later. and when you open the recycle bin to delete them forever, they are stiil on your hard drive somewhere, waiting to be re-discovered. but you have to really look for them and when you finally find them, they are fragmented.

My first blog on soundclick:

You know what? I have come to an important crossroad in my life and I know that all of you care deeply about this. I'm going to stop bloggin' and start writin' again. But now that I think about it I'm writing right know. Is blogging really writing or is writing really blogging? Somewhere there is someone that understands this and I hope that he or she lets me know what I am talking about. I know that this may be complicated, but isn't that what a real good song is anyway? Just a stream of conscieneness. The best songs just flow for no apparent reason. So I guess I'll keep blogging after all, just to piss everyone off even though you don't read it, but then again maybe you do. This is really stupid, yet profound. Thanks for reading, or not.

Thanks for the three dots on my map whoever you are. There have been no dots for three days so that is cool. When the problems of life converge with the problems of death, then you have a serious problem and unfortunately death always wins. Problems are supposed to be solved, but the problem of death is only solved by those who have already experienced it, and they are not talking the last time I checked. So here's a toast to the grave. When I die put me naked face down in the casket with "f*** you" tattoed on my ass. god bless

There are 3 planes of consciouness. The first is the mundane. The need for sustinance and watching American Idol. 99% of the population exist soley on this plane. The second plane is creativity. The yearning to do something different, to make something out of nothing. To have the daring to delve into the spriritual realm, the realm of music and art. The third plane is true communion with God on earth. This is what the apostle Paul meant when he said he visited the Third Heaven. The second plane is the bridge between the first and third planes. We must understand this simple concept if we are ever to truly achieve peace on earth. Live in the music so the music can live in you. Music is a living thing born of ideas from the third plane. It is calling us to peace, now.

Life is a series of things that happen to you to make sure you don't know what the hell went on before you die. The great cosmic truth is this: If you keep 'em confused, then you got 'em. The rule of fear and intimidation applies to all except the ones that really understand true love. The irony is that the assholes in charge think they are acheiving that love but don't realize they are doing it through fear and intimidation. And the circle of irony swings 'round and 'round. To stand for truth will damn near kill ya.

For those that are offended, no offense is intended. Offense is the defense for not having a sense of humor. Our hope is that you are not offended but defended. Don't be confused. It makes sense if you think about it for a couple of hours, nursing your hangover. I believe that this is the eight ring of hell's impression by Gustave Dore.

Hi All, I've been on soundclick for awhile. I joined and uploaded songs I had recorded because I was unemployed and totally stressed. That's when my creativity was at its highest and when I wrote my best stuff. Now I am gainfully employed and my creativity has gone down the tubes. I
have realized that art comes from dysfunction, stress and general confusion. Ironically, that is the very thing we all try to avoid. All great artists were realized after they died. When they were alive, they were idiots to their contemporaries. I guess the best I can hope for is a windfall of cash for my grandchildren after I die as long as I'm a total idiiot now.

Well, we are now number two and I hate being poop. There is a joke in there somewhere for those that care. So, we are #2 and the world peace thing will take a little longer than I thought. We just have to kill all of the assholes to acheive world peace. But if we kill the assholes, then we are contributing to the violence. Therefore if you follow me, world peace can never be realized. Sorry. But we will try to do our best before the Holidays.

Yo yo yo. Wave A Magic Wand is #1 on the Jazz/Lounge charts. Thanks to all of you that have listened and visited the pound. The only thing left to do now is achieve world peace and eliminate poverty. Hopefully we can have that done by next week.

Only XX more days 'til Xmas. By the way, if you didn't know, Michael Vick checked into the slammer early. As fate would have it, I was driving in the exact area of the prison in Virginia where he was booked on my way to Florida when I heard the news on the radio. Life is stranger than fiction.

Twas' the night before Halloween
And all through the castle
All the Elves were complaining
"Man what a hassle!"
There's two months to go before Christmas Day
But we'realready hearing the bells on the sleigh
It won't too long before the 4th of July
Is the new Black Friday, oh my, oh my
So let's all make sure big brother makes money
When it's Christmas all year, now won't that be funny?
Just give 'em your cash and bow to the man
Let the slave trade resume, I know that we can

Check out Madhouse. A fun Halloween song with samples from Planet of the Apes and other Charleton Heston movies, like Omega Man and Soylent Green. No razors in apples this year please.

Well Stu, an hour and a half and only one other blog. So we are losers on a Friday night. Just joking, The ones having fun will be in jail tonight while we are in the comfort of our own homes. Enjoy the hangover!

I guess me and Stu are losers. On any given night, I can check the blogs and there might be 10 to 15 new ones in a 5 minute time span. Tonight (a Friday) there haven't been any new blogs in a half an hour! I know that people party on Friday night, but are me and Stu in the UK the only losers at home blogging tonigh????

Artists are given a key to take a peek into the spiritual realm. To see beyond this bullsh*** and catch a glimpse of what really matters. I would guess that there is only 5-10% of the population that really get it. That's why we struggle. It's like we have this little extra bit of information that is very important, but no one understands. So we walk around smiling and agreeing with the way the world is, but know deep down that it is all wrong.

Hey everybody. Just wanted to thank those of you who have visited my site and for the friends I have made in a few short months. Just wanted to let you know (you know who I'm talking to) that MVBPB's is going through a life catharsis right now. Without getting into too much detail let me give you soundclick geeks some advice: Don't hinge your future on real estate unless you are already a millionaire. I could probably blame George Bush, but I won't. The amount of people in foreclosure is scary. There are 15 homes for sale within a 1 mile radius of our home. But never mind that. I'm just telling everyone that I may not be blogging or updating my site for awhile. Moving, new job, stress, blah, blah, blah. Anyway I will be checking in when I can. Thanks y'all (scratch scratch) and thanks for tanking the economy Mr. B.

How many more got to die before we recognize,
Ain't nobody dyin' but us?
From some obscure 90's band, but a good line. This is in reference to a previous blog which I will not mention for fear of being killed.
I don't think we will ever get it. There is just too much selfishness in the world. We are doomed to self-annialation. Some get it, some don't. Those that don't get it are the freakin' problem. Sweet dreams.

I know you have all been waiting impatiently for this and are wondering what I have been thinking. Here is my take on the whole creative process and I have come by this theory honestly after years of seeing my ideas appear on tv, hear them on the radio, or read them in print. All concepts and ideas are out there floating around, waiting to attach themselves to somebody to be implemented. The artist becomes the receiver, like a radio getting a signal from the radio station. To truly receive the signal, your mind must be unencumbered by the cares of this world. That is why so many artists are drug abusers, alcoholics, or borderline insane. But I really believe that at any given time, there may be dozens of people around the world working on the same idea at the same time. The real genius comes in getting that idea out there first. That I obviously have not perfected yet.

So why did that piece of sh*** post, and this one??????
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