this e-mail i recieved today...
seriously, i have no idea who this is...
it sort of freaks me out, because things like this don't really happen, do they?
i'lI leave his email outsoyoudon.twriteit.andifidon.tfind out in the next day or so, should i take it to someone of authority?
write me and let me know...
noise@awrysense.com
FROM: SEKOU MOSHOOD
EMAIL:mm******@q***.com
DEAR FRIEND,
I am the first son of the late Mobutu Sese Seko, the former President of the Zaire. I am presently under protective custody in Nigeria as a political refugee. I got your contact during my search for a stranger that can cooperate with me in this mutual transaction. I want you to note that this business will benefit both of us. However, you must confirm your ability to handle this because it involves a large amount of money. The money (47 million US DOLLARS is my share of my father's estate). I boxed and shipped the money to a security company IN Europe at the peak of the war/political crisis that rocked my country few years ago. Now the crisis has abated i am looking for a person like you to proceed to the place of the security company in order to clear the fund and invest on my behalf as I dont want my name to be used for now as i realise very much the type of hatred late kabila the former head of state has for my late father and even his son who is now the head of state. Note that I will send to you the relevant documents that will enable you take possesion of the the fund for onward investment for our mutual benefit. Alii need from you is as follows: 1. A committment that you will keep the transaction strictly confidential. 2. Your confirmation of your ability to handle this. 3. Your telephone and fax numbers including mobile for easy communication. 4. Your full permanent address. As soon as I get the above information from you, I will disclose to you the name and the country of the security company so that you can make arrangements to travel and collect the luggages.Note that this is a very safe transaction as this money is my share of my father's estate. I am waiting for your response via email:mm*****@q***.com to enable us proceed. Regards. SEKOU MOSHOOD.
Saturday, November 3, 2001
Saturday, October 27, 2001
its snowing?!?!?!
do you notice the snow? wow!
well, wisconsin was a delightful surprise--can't wait to go back, actually. never thought about it really. beautiful trees with colorful leaves... the freshest cheese, everyone says please...
well... i just wanted to rhyme that last part.
texas is great, trying to figure out why it feel so much like home. thats cause, in a way, it is home. my daddy, his daddy, and his daddy's daddy all lived in north texas their entire lives. wow. so, i'm off and runnin' to see and visit my brother and his new daughters, hannah rose and rebecca ann.
ahhhh, new life in this world of chaos.
later.
well, wisconsin was a delightful surprise--can't wait to go back, actually. never thought about it really. beautiful trees with colorful leaves... the freshest cheese, everyone says please...
well... i just wanted to rhyme that last part.
texas is great, trying to figure out why it feel so much like home. thats cause, in a way, it is home. my daddy, his daddy, and his daddy's daddy all lived in north texas their entire lives. wow. so, i'm off and runnin' to see and visit my brother and his new daughters, hannah rose and rebecca ann.
ahhhh, new life in this world of chaos.
later.
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
back to old school...
or i might say i've been converted.
i grew up with an unappreciation of the thrift store. over the last two days, i've purchased a nice, old school casio to be used on future projects for $25, and a different smaller casio for a dollar and a half. but the greatest takes me back to my old school, where i once was a decent trombone player. today i found, in pretty good condition (just a couple of small, minor dents) a trombone, with a case, for $14.80.
after i bought it, i spent the next 30 minutes, while james and shara shopped for warmer clothes, playing in the parking lot. a high school kid asked me why, i returned with why not, told him the story, he offered me $50, i said no, he walked away, i kept running long tones and arpeggios. i'm once again a trombone player.
word.
i grew up with an unappreciation of the thrift store. over the last two days, i've purchased a nice, old school casio to be used on future projects for $25, and a different smaller casio for a dollar and a half. but the greatest takes me back to my old school, where i once was a decent trombone player. today i found, in pretty good condition (just a couple of small, minor dents) a trombone, with a case, for $14.80.
after i bought it, i spent the next 30 minutes, while james and shara shopped for warmer clothes, playing in the parking lot. a high school kid asked me why, i returned with why not, told him the story, he offered me $50, i said no, he walked away, i kept running long tones and arpeggios. i'm once again a trombone player.
word.
Sunday, September 23, 2001
set list - september 22, 2001
from noah's underground gallery
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pull the bars
inconsistant
sick friend
youkali
riding horses
the ghost
earplugs
keeping promises
mother
dragonfly
immature
brave elephant
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pull the bars
inconsistant
sick friend
youkali
riding horses
the ghost
earplugs
keeping promises
mother
dragonfly
immature
brave elephant
Thursday, September 20, 2001
today's yvette's b-day!
as i sit here in ithaca, ny, praying my slumber is effective tonight, i cannot release the state of the world out of my mind. it's hard to quit weeping...
i'm also wondering of the reality of my own life... am i like i was an hour ago? the person out of his shell? or am i the person that i've been? locked up tight so... well, too many reasons to mention.
maybe i need to be more like my friend, who has been strong, holding back her tears for fear of them never stopping. maybe i'm past the point of no return... i've seen the future... scary... must find a way to move forward. knock down the walls with a wrecking ball. wanna help me swing it...
still love the ellipse...
i'm also wondering of the reality of my own life... am i like i was an hour ago? the person out of his shell? or am i the person that i've been? locked up tight so... well, too many reasons to mention.
maybe i need to be more like my friend, who has been strong, holding back her tears for fear of them never stopping. maybe i'm past the point of no return... i've seen the future... scary... must find a way to move forward. knock down the walls with a wrecking ball. wanna help me swing it...
still love the ellipse...
Thursday, September 13, 2001
septembre 13, 2001
nyc is completely different.
we decided to come back to the city, away from tour, to see our friends, pray with everyone, and try to gain a little perspective on the situation.
this morning i took the train into the city. as the train came from underground, over the manhattan bridge, the view was spectacular as always, maybe even more so, in a very twisted way. smoke rose from what used to be. something amazing happened as the car i was in saw daylight. everyone got up out of their seat, moved to the lefthand side of the car, and just stared in silence. i wiped the tears out of my eyes only to see the tears in others. looking. staring at what we thought would always be. now the world trade center is gone. the twin towers only exist as memories. i remember going to the top with my father and step-mother. you felt as if you could see forever from up there. but now... gone.
once the train went back underground, everyone sat back down, back into their own worlds... or so i thought. just as i begin to write in my palm pilot, the guy across from me said, looking directly at me, "i still cannot believe it." then, the entire car erupted in conversation. strangers having some of the most meaningful, even intimate?, conversations of their lives. i talked to this man in front of me for about 20 minutes. i even missed my stop, which didn't really matter. my talk with a fellow new-yorker was more important than anything else at the time. when i finally got back to where i was going (8th street on the nr line) i climbed up the stairs to a ghost town. broadway, normally lined with cars double-parked on both sides, was completely empty. no cars at all, except for the occasional emergency vehicle passing every couple of minutes. the few people who were walking down the sidewalk wore surgical masks. a cloud of dust filled the air. my heart ached for everyone. a man approached me, who obviously substitued crying for sleeping the past couple of days, handed me a flyer he printed on his home computer with a picture of his wife, a description of her, and where she was last to be known. he asked me call if i saw her. i burst into tears. i had no idea what to say. i pray that God gave me the right words to say, because i honestly don't know what came out of my mouth.
i went to houston's, the restaurant where i work when i'm not making noise, to see my friends and make sure that extended family is alive and relatively well. they are. while i was there, former president bill clinton was walking down park ave. so i ran out to get his picture, and ended up getting to shake his hand. i don't really have an opinion of the man, because i don't follow politics, but there was a sense of comfort to know that such a man cared enough to be with the people who were hurting.
after that, i decided to come home. i have had quite the emotional day.
we decided to come back to the city, away from tour, to see our friends, pray with everyone, and try to gain a little perspective on the situation.
this morning i took the train into the city. as the train came from underground, over the manhattan bridge, the view was spectacular as always, maybe even more so, in a very twisted way. smoke rose from what used to be. something amazing happened as the car i was in saw daylight. everyone got up out of their seat, moved to the lefthand side of the car, and just stared in silence. i wiped the tears out of my eyes only to see the tears in others. looking. staring at what we thought would always be. now the world trade center is gone. the twin towers only exist as memories. i remember going to the top with my father and step-mother. you felt as if you could see forever from up there. but now... gone.
once the train went back underground, everyone sat back down, back into their own worlds... or so i thought. just as i begin to write in my palm pilot, the guy across from me said, looking directly at me, "i still cannot believe it." then, the entire car erupted in conversation. strangers having some of the most meaningful, even intimate?, conversations of their lives. i talked to this man in front of me for about 20 minutes. i even missed my stop, which didn't really matter. my talk with a fellow new-yorker was more important than anything else at the time. when i finally got back to where i was going (8th street on the nr line) i climbed up the stairs to a ghost town. broadway, normally lined with cars double-parked on both sides, was completely empty. no cars at all, except for the occasional emergency vehicle passing every couple of minutes. the few people who were walking down the sidewalk wore surgical masks. a cloud of dust filled the air. my heart ached for everyone. a man approached me, who obviously substitued crying for sleeping the past couple of days, handed me a flyer he printed on his home computer with a picture of his wife, a description of her, and where she was last to be known. he asked me call if i saw her. i burst into tears. i had no idea what to say. i pray that God gave me the right words to say, because i honestly don't know what came out of my mouth.
i went to houston's, the restaurant where i work when i'm not making noise, to see my friends and make sure that extended family is alive and relatively well. they are. while i was there, former president bill clinton was walking down park ave. so i ran out to get his picture, and ended up getting to shake his hand. i don't really have an opinion of the man, because i don't follow politics, but there was a sense of comfort to know that such a man cared enough to be with the people who were hurting.
after that, i decided to come home. i have had quite the emotional day.
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
septembre 11,2001
i've been wanting to write for a few days now, telling of the experiences thus far, but now that i have the chance, with the events of today, i am completely without words, staring at this screen...
peace.
peace.
Wednesday, September 5, 2001
an amazing thing happened today
i've been drinking coca-cola ever since i started college, about 10 years or so. every year, coca-cola has some sort of pop top game, when we can win free coke, money or fabulous prizes. while the latter two would be nice, all i've ever wanted was a free coke. for ten years, all i ever saw when i popped the top was, drink coke, play again... drink coke, play again... drink coke, play again... drink coke, play again... ahhhhhh...
today, september 5,2001 at 1 :37 pm...
free 20 oz coca cola product
yea!!!!!!! after a decade of my life, i finally won a free coke!!!! word.
today, september 5,2001 at 1 :37 pm...
free 20 oz coca cola product
yea!!!!!!! after a decade of my life, i finally won a free coke!!!! word.
Tuesday, September 4, 2001
what to do today...
4 septembre 2001
hap(G)py(G) birth(A)day(G) to(C) you (B)
hap(G)py(G) birth(A)day(G) to(D) you(C)
hap(G)py(G) birth(G8va)day(E) dear(C-C) james(B-A).....
hap(F)py(F) birth(E)day(C) to(D) you(C)!
and(G) ma(A)ny(G) more(Bb)!!!!!
clean desk
do dishes --- check
pack
---- cd's
---- clothes
---- toiletries
---- equipment
clean room
put guitars away
sweep apartment
clean kitchen
practice
clean bathroom -- ugh!
watch a movie
program sampler sampler sampler samp
its raining now... think i'll begin.
later.
hap(G)py(G) birth(A)day(G) to(C) you (B)
hap(G)py(G) birth(A)day(G) to(D) you(C)
hap(G)py(G) birth(G8va)day(E) dear(C-C) james(B-A).....
hap(F)py(F) birth(E)day(C) to(D) you(C)!
and(G) ma(A)ny(G) more(Bb)!!!!!
clean desk
do dishes --- check
pack
---- cd's
---- clothes
---- toiletries
---- equipment
clean room
put guitars away
sweep apartment
clean kitchen
practice
clean bathroom -- ugh!
watch a movie
program sampler sampler sampler samp
its raining now... think i'll begin.
later.
Friday, August 3, 2001
i guess i'm learning?
2 august 2001
i honestly cannot say it any better than this...
3 libras
threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back a name in your recollection down among a million same difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over when i look right through see you naked but oblivious and you don't see me
but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy here i am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded but i see see through it all see through see you 'cause i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy
oh well oh well apparently nothing apparently nothing at all
you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me at all
---- maynard james keenan
i'm sure its not what he meant, but that's, to me, what it means. so i guess, happy birthday! hope you're happy!
i honestly cannot say it any better than this...
3 libras
threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back a name in your recollection down among a million same difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over when i look right through see you naked but oblivious and you don't see me
but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy here i am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded but i see see through it all see through see you 'cause i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy
oh well oh well apparently nothing apparently nothing at all
you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me you don't see me you don't you don't you don't see me at all
---- maynard james keenan
i'm sure its not what he meant, but that's, to me, what it means. so i guess, happy birthday! hope you're happy!
Thursday, June 14, 2001
set list - june 13, 2001
from arlene grocery
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hollow
madwoman
be quiet
drizella
riding horses
leave mine to me
bass player
keeping promises
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hollow
madwoman
be quiet
drizella
riding horses
leave mine to me
bass player
keeping promises
Sunday, June 10, 2001
june 10, 2001
with fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview, the chillin' cat on the dashboard, björk's 'vespertine' in our ears, and bellies full of the greasiest, (or change the si to a t?) breakfast in albany (maybe the world?) we are on our way to new haven, conn. albany was so fantastic! you accepted our wierdness with open ears and hearts. thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! we are excited about visiting you again sometime in the not so distant future!!!!!!
Another justifications might be that i wanted to be the future to someone; not exactly unselfishness, or unselfserving, or genuinely generous.
that to this... that to this... that to this... that to this... that to this... that to this... maybe by being totally comfortable with the songs with the acquired knowlege of when and where to stray from the form at any particual moment - see 'for feeling'
hollow--change delay of reverb to zero?
the pursuit of discovery--hmmm... that's a tough one to actually explain completely correctly. maybe, always trying new things...
at least until they become comfortable, maybe only to the point of the nearest complete understanding possible...
What i mean by someone's future...
... to let it go...
...like totally unbelievable...
totally...
Another justifications might be that i wanted to be the future to someone; not exactly unselfishness, or unselfserving, or genuinely generous.
that to this... that to this... that to this... that to this... that to this... that to this... maybe by being totally comfortable with the songs with the acquired knowlege of when and where to stray from the form at any particual moment - see 'for feeling'
hollow--change delay of reverb to zero?
the pursuit of discovery--hmmm... that's a tough one to actually explain completely correctly. maybe, always trying new things...
at least until they become comfortable, maybe only to the point of the nearest complete understanding possible...
What i mean by someone's future...
... to let it go...
...like totally unbelievable...
totally...
june 9, 2001
june 9, 2001
no... the rhyme or reason stems from where i am at that particular moment in conjunction wI the series of events prior to that particular moment. although... i'm thinking more along the lines of stepping up to the plate whenever necessary.
for fun--remember that... apply that to this somehow... that to this... that to this... that to this...
talking...
have you ever had a conversation with someone without using words? other than physical conversation... physical conversation is the great prince slow jam that never was!
hehehehe
honorable mentions for quote of the year
" you know... i just listen to what you're doin' and its like this (3 random, sloppy snare hits) doesn't fit with this music"
--todd turkisher
(mp3 coming soon...)
"bery happy we did that..."
--shane yarbrough (typo while referring to the recording of 3 songs)
(mp3 coming soon?!?!?!?!?!?)
to new haven
no... the rhyme or reason stems from where i am at that particular moment in conjunction wI the series of events prior to that particular moment. although... i'm thinking more along the lines of stepping up to the plate whenever necessary.
for fun--remember that... apply that to this somehow... that to this... that to this... that to this...
talking...
have you ever had a conversation with someone without using words? other than physical conversation... physical conversation is the great prince slow jam that never was!
hehehehe
honorable mentions for quote of the year
" you know... i just listen to what you're doin' and its like this (3 random, sloppy snare hits) doesn't fit with this music"
--todd turkisher
(mp3 coming soon...)
"bery happy we did that..."
--shane yarbrough (typo while referring to the recording of 3 songs)
(mp3 coming soon?!?!?!?!?!?)
to new haven
Saturday, June 9, 2001
june 8, 2001
one of four?
in addendum--
i almost, only because i am not positively certain that such wholeness within myself exists in this world, believe i am now in complete understanding of what music can be for me-- (not in any particular order)... fun, for feeling, the pursuit of discovery, energy (bad choice of words) transferrence (both in and out, positive and negative) and to give praise to God. for feeling--whatever i want to do whenever i want to do it (without any rhyme or reason? As i write this... Earlier i talked with a woman who started our conversation with, "is that a computer?" referring to my palm pilot. i felt as if i were living in the future, only to have the realization of having awaken in it. she used the word over and over, 'internet,' 'internet.' only in question form, while pointing to my palm pilot. i lied and told her i could, but not at the moment because we were underground. i don't know why i do that--lie about the smallest, relatively insignificant things. i wish that i could say that i just wanted to help teach her about the future, and although this may even be partially true, kindness needs to be exclusive?
quote of the year...
"we're gonna break out a new one on you guys tonight... aa-are you gonna be alright?"
--shara worden
(taken from AwRY live @ acme underground, mar. 30?? just before "line up line up song" or "sugar" or "candy store" or ...)
watch it on webtv... but more importantly, listen to it... an amazing thing happens... but you've gotta listen very, very, carefully... and please, don't paint outside the lines.
go here ----->
http://www.musictv.com/band.asp?bid=1169
click on the 3/30/01 AwRY show at acme underground
fast forward to 00:26:50
(mp3 coming soon...)
in hotel/motel
in addendum--
i almost, only because i am not positively certain that such wholeness within myself exists in this world, believe i am now in complete understanding of what music can be for me-- (not in any particular order)... fun, for feeling, the pursuit of discovery, energy (bad choice of words) transferrence (both in and out, positive and negative) and to give praise to God. for feeling--whatever i want to do whenever i want to do it (without any rhyme or reason? As i write this... Earlier i talked with a woman who started our conversation with, "is that a computer?" referring to my palm pilot. i felt as if i were living in the future, only to have the realization of having awaken in it. she used the word over and over, 'internet,' 'internet.' only in question form, while pointing to my palm pilot. i lied and told her i could, but not at the moment because we were underground. i don't know why i do that--lie about the smallest, relatively insignificant things. i wish that i could say that i just wanted to help teach her about the future, and although this may even be partially true, kindness needs to be exclusive?
quote of the year...
"we're gonna break out a new one on you guys tonight... aa-are you gonna be alright?"
--shara worden
(taken from AwRY live @ acme underground, mar. 30?? just before "line up line up song" or "sugar" or "candy store" or ...)
watch it on webtv... but more importantly, listen to it... an amazing thing happens... but you've gotta listen very, very, carefully... and please, don't paint outside the lines.
go here ----->
http://www.musictv.com/band.asp?bid=1169
click on the 3/30/01 AwRY show at acme underground
fast forward to 00:26:50
(mp3 coming soon...)
in hotel/motel
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