
Reconsiderate
Weird music for weird weirdos who are weird.

What Am I Doing? What Am I Doing?
Smooth dance / rap track. Pretty different from my usual style...

Foot Soldier Foot Soldier
Dear inflexible sleepers of the world: please accept my choices and my lifestyle unconditionally. It's the least you can do. 8/4 time, D major key

Completed Task Completed Task
Another example of how I'm gravitating toward live-sounding instruments. Check out the fast-paced guitar in this mix. 8/4, G major

Just Be Just Be
Banishing those meddlesome sinners. While programming this one, I set the time to 5/4 and broke up the measures into triplets (rather than quarter notes). In E augmented, it’s pretty wild. Definitely check it out.

This Unit is Malfunctional This Unit is Malfunctional
When we force someone into a place that is not his niche, all we do is create stress for everyone involved. Oh, how nice it would be for everyone to be aligned in his or her proper niche. (A man can dream, can’t he?) 8/4 A# minor.
Take a look at that address up there in the address bar. What a nightmare! Do yourself a favor and bookmark it!
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We humans tend to get attached to things. We enjoy feeling certain ways and doing certain things, and we do everything within our power to feel those ways and do those things more often. This is perfectly natural, but it does carry with it some dire implications. Specifically, the crafty strategies that we devise in order to approach this and avoid that wind up taking us in circles. Our lives start to become focused on these formulas rather than the desired states of being that had inspired them. Ultimately, we find ourselves trapped in labyrinths of obsolete pleasantries, frustrated with, though largely unwilling to admit, the fact that they no longer work. From here, we spiral down into a profound inflexibility characterized by obsessive attention to impertinent minutia, growing increasingly isolated and at odds with others in the world around us. This in turn leads to all forms of violent oppression and insanity.
Reconsiderate addresses this issue by confronting the furthest extrapolations of these "obsolete pleasantries". What he uncovers are unanticipated (or acknowledged) "bumps in the road", repressed nightmares that are just itching to find their way to the surface. In these moments of confrontation, Reconsiderate's intentions are that the dysfunctional strategies be recognized as short-sighted and finite miscalculations, deserving only to be purged as we "go back to the drawing board". As such, Reconsiderate is best understood as a force that supports our spiritual and psychological evolution, even at the expense of our comfort.
The word itself, "reconsiderate", can be understood as an adjective that means "able and willing to adapt or change". It is rightly applied to anyone who understands that every aspect of his being-- from his most lofty ideals down to his most basic assumptions about life-- is subject to infinite scrutiny and is eventually destined to be torn down, razed to clear space for What Will Follow. Reconsiderate folk know when it is their time to go, and resist not at all. They work with the "little death", aware that some immutable aspect of their soul survives it, and that only this immortal facet of the soul is worth their time and attention in the first place. Why get attached to anything else??
It all started with percussion in my school band in 1988. In almost no time at all, my band leader recognized that I had a very strong proclivity for this stuff, and hailed me with praising superlatives. (And, of course, this inflated my ego.) After moving to a different part of the country in 1991, I joined the band in my new school. This band instructor wasn't anywhere near as enthusiastic about having me on board; in fact, he couldn't even remember my name. So I quit in 1994.
At this point, my musical activities kind of went on hiatus. I still would jot down lyrics from time to time, and maybe drum on my desk in school with my hands or pencils, but that's about it. My musical self was effectively on sabbatical. By the time college happened, which was 1998, I started to write a lot: journals and poetry, specifically. Also, I tried out beatboxing, which I found suited me very well, since I still had that musical flame burning inside, but no drumset on which to let loose. Then, in 1999, a friend introduced me to . It was love at first sight. Soon thereafter, I built a PC so that I could use this program all the time. And believe you me, I did.
If you aren't familiar with Acid, it's a program that allows you to sequence and mix wave files in an intuitive graphical interface. It even comes with some drum beats, bass lines and guitar riffs (plus other samples) that you can use to get yourself started. I ate this right up, and spent most of my time exploring new and interesting ways to permute the loops in uncommon song structures (rather than resorting to the familiar verse-chorus-verse structure that we all know so well). Acid indeed proved to be the right avenue for me at the time, but, soon, I reached the limits of where I could go with a program that allows me to loops, but not loops. Then, in a delightful display of the cosmic synchronicity for which our universe has a solid reputation, a different friend, who knew I was really getting into this whole music thing, gave me as a gift. (What a pal!) Now, in addition to creating and discovering uncommon song structures and permutations, I could explore odd time signatures and melodic keys.
After writing literally hundreds of songs, I began to perform at local open mics and publish my music online. Now I was able to see whether anyone beside me would consider my work worth their time. As it turns out, there are indeed some people out there for whom my music is just what the doctor ordered. These folks tend to enjoy, and even seek out, experimentations in creative expression. Also, they listen to music for reasons other than just passing the time or having something entertaining to throw on in the background. They are sensitive people, and they know that there is far more to the world than what is immediately obvious. Frankly, it gives me great comfort to know that they exist. Moreover, it is an absolute honor and joy any time I have the opportunity to connect with them.
And this brings us to the present day. It's still the same types of people who support me, though there are some small indications here and there that more people are starting to come around to the unusual and indefatigable sound that is Reconsiderate. As far as I'm concerned, that's a good thing. I can only speculate on what the future will bring...
Have you performed in front of an audience?
Tool, They Might Be Giants, KRS-ONE, Cypress Hill, Frontline Assembly, Project Pitchfork, KMFDM, Mindless Self Indulgence, Beck, Metallica, Bjork, bands in
My PC. Propellerhead Reason, Sonic Foundry Sound Forge, Sonic Foundry Acid. My dope computer microphone.
Okay, so you love what I do, and you simply cannot wait until another little drop of Reconsiderate goodness drips down out of the heavens for you and your refined tastes. My stars, what are you to do? Fear not, gentle listener. I have got your solution.
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