WHOCARESWGD

It seems most people, including Google themselves, are phasing out Blogger. I think I'll make the switch too eventually. I don't want to lose all my past posts though, so hopefully I can just leave this thing floating in the web's swampy abyss to be found again later.

Oh and here is my new frankenstein guitar rig that I am anxiously awaiting to try:

Head: Marshall Vintage Modern 2466 (Bought in Alabama!)
Cab: Marshall JCM 900 Lead 1960 (Bought in Santee!)

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Looks like my Abbey Road, aka ABR Studios, aka Justyn's mom's sewing room, is back in service!

Seriously though, I'm stoked. It's been way too long since I've worked on anything so I'm gonna have to start stirring the pot again. I have a long backlog of stuff to finish, plus some new stuff to experiment with.

While we typically keep my stuff under the radar until a certain point, with the help of Google+ I'll probably make it more public and get some opinions. From the little bits that we've shown close friends and whatnot, we've gotten some praise. Not bad. I'm stoked to hear what you think.

It seems I've been using a large percentage of recent posts to complain about my neighbors, but it just keeps coming up and I have to vent somewhere.

It's only been about a month or so since I've had many neighbors in the building, but I've noticed that whoever lives above me makes a TON of noise. Not with loud music or movies or anything, but just normal movement. It's like I'm living under a fucking gorilla cage. Either that or Donkey Kong is ground-pounding bananas out of the floor above me. Realistically, I figured this guy is some huge behemoth who can't really help it so I ignored it pretty easily.

Then, he started having little get-togethers, usually on Sunday nights around midnight. Until that point, the only thing I knew of this guy was the sound of his footsteps. Now, I could hear his voice because he would yell at random girls getting off the trolley to see if they wanted to come up and party. And I knew this was definitely my guy because he would tell them to take the elevator to apartment 658, and mine is 558. Confirmed, directly above me. Sure it's obnoxious, but I've had my share of loud parties in my place too, so I just let this one go as well.

After all this, while playing guitar one night like I normally do, I get a knock on my door. I look through the peep hole, and sure enough, it's the guy from above me. It has to be. He's pretty big and gumpy, and I'm immediately able to match his voice to his meathead build. He tells me he can hear the vibrations from the guitar, so I tell him I'll turn it down for him. True, it was a little late to be playing guitar even at a low volume. But after all the noise I tolerated without saying a word, it was pretty irritating to have this guy come knock on my door at midnight and bitch about something that probably wasn't all that loud.

So last night, after a long weekend, I crawl into bed and put on some music like I've been doing for the last year and a half. Nothing loud, just something to fall asleep to. I'm right about to doze off when I hear my doorbell ring. Seriously? I didn't even get out of bed to see who it was. I know it's him again, here to complain about yet another noise. Honestly, this guy can go fuck himself. He rang a couple more times and then gave up. Hopefully he gives up for good.

My iPod has been dead since Memorial Day. The battery won't hold a charge and the click wheel and center button do not respond. I loved that thing like a six-year-old brother. But since that weekend in early June, it's just been sitting on its dock in my room like a tombstone marking what once was...

In the pitch dark of last night, I for some reason opened my eyes and the iPod suddenly came on. From my bed, not fully awake and dazed from sleep, I just stared at the black screen with the white apple logo in the center. Very curious.

Then I saw it go to the language selection screen, which it does right after a hard reset, the last thing I did before trying to fix it. Still tired, I thought to myself "Cool, it's working again! Hopefully the buttons are too, I'll play with it in the morning."

After turning over to go back to sleep, about two minutes later, I heard clicks. The sound the iPod makes when you scroll with the wheel. I looked at it again and it was cycling through menu options on its own, back and forth. Ugh, now I'm creeped out a little...

I finally decided to get up and investigate. While still on its dock, the buttons seemed to be working and I could scroll through the menus again. I pulled it off and it instantly shut down. Damn, the battery still wasn't holding a charge. Back on the dock it went.

After the night passed, I tried again in the morning. Wouldn't boot, wouldn't respond, wouldn't hold a charge. Totally dead again. Obviously there are logical explanations for what happened, but I like to believe otherwise...

I am now on:

Google+ - Nathan Kowalski (nathan.kowalski@gmail.com)
Foursquare (ugh) - Nathan K. (nknumber4@hotmail.com)

Still on:

Twitter - whocareswgd
AIM - whocareswgd
The planet - Earth (873 Fletcher Pkwy. Apt. 558, "The Ma*NK*ave")

So is Darick's, which is way better. Supposedly.

http://deekaymusic.blogspot.com/

Winter Albums:

Sainthood - Tegan and Sara
Contra - Vampire Weekend
Embryonic - The Flaming Lips

Spring Albums:

Plastic Beach - Gorillaz
One Life Stand - Hot Chip
Baby 81 - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Congratulations - MGMT
Manners - Passion Pit

Summer Albums:

Blue Sky Noise - Circa Survive
OMNI - Minus The Bear
Mind Chaos - Hockey
The Suburbs - The Arcade Fire
Brothers - The Black Keys

Fall Albums:

Man On The Moon, Vol. 2: The Legend Of Mr. Rager - Kid Cudi
Easy Wonderful - Guster
Album Of The Year - Black Milk
Hurley - Weezer
Interpol - Interpol

Winter Albums (Reprise):

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy - Kanye West
Culdesac - Childish Gambino
Songs For Singles - Torche

The blogs have been weak this year, there's no getting around it. But then again there hasn't been very much to write about since it's been a fairly uneventful year for me so far. Not this last week however. Finally. Please excuse the fact that I'm super rusty also.

First Nate AND Martin were back in town, the former for a day and the latter permanently. Although Nate was only able to hang out for one night, we watched the Chargers get big win number one against Denver at Hooley's and caught up on the life of a seaman. That was also when talk of going to a game in December started, so look out for that. Then, word got out that Martin was back permanently so I figured I'd probably see him later in the week and maybe live a little of the good days again. But first Thanksgiving...

I was originally excited to spend a long relaxing weekend hanging out at my aunt and uncle's new place, playing DS and swimming and stuff. So Wednesday night I drove up with Yimmit and my brothers for what was supposed to be a huge Thanksgiving bash. Which it was, but cut short and not as fun as we had hoped. Since nearly the entire family was staying at the house, all 11 cousins were sleeping on the floor of the movie theater. It was actually a cool set-up, but we got blamed for breaking the projector somehow, so everything we did was supervised with caution the rest of the time. In the midst of this giant mansion, with no internet or cell service, we could only talk about getting the hell out of there. Eventually, we had no choice anyway. We were going to stay until Sunday, but my Grandma became pretty sick post-surgery and everyone had to emergency-boogie back to Tucson, including my mom. The vibe there It was a pretty emotional, hectic mess but we decided to just get out of their hair and take care of ourselves back in San Diego, so we left Friday night. Black Friday.

I had contemplated having a party since I knew my family would be out of town, but I didn't really want to miss Thanksgiving or trash the house I don't live in anymore. But after the first couple days of vacation, I needed some redemption. I woke up Saturday morning and realized I really wanted to do it. For old time's sake. Step one, call up Martin. Immediately, I felt like everything was back to normal. Especially when I kicked his ass at beer pong. Tiffany coming unexpectedly, yes! And thanks to Pops for providing rain coverage. It wasn't a true Black Friday party, for those who were expecting it, but it was pretty good for a last minute put-together. 2011 will out-do everything, promised.

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