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We have been having a blast. We were able to perform 4 brand new songs at the Station 4 show on 9-18 and we felt very good about how the show went. Thank you for coming. We have confirmed that we will finally get to enter the studio on November 4th to try to capture ourselves on tape. As soon as the recording is finished will have have it available online. Thanks again to everyone who supports us. 9/11 was four years ago yesterday. dont forget it. Ben (9/12)
this page will be full of mind-bending and witty entries about things that interest us such as fast food, zombies, punk rock, unsolved mysteries, wars, hockey...there may end up being a story or two, cd/concert reviews, strange and fantastic factoids, and a serious look at human life on earth as transmitted via brain waves straight from the inky blackness of outer space.
PROPOSED ban of the Gambler's Grille of Mystic Lake Casino in full effect as of 4-21-05. Bad (like almost rotten tasting)ruben sandwich disastor mixed with recent corporate sell-out renovation (if possible it is now LESS tacky but More sleazy than before) and the addition of a snazzy new krispy kreme donut case leads regulars astray. higher prices, longer lines and a new attention-grabbing neon sign leaves avid gambler's grille customers feeling more isolated in the zoo animal environment of the casino. the gambler's grille ban received serious consideration for denial based on the strategy of maintaining usage of the original bleached out "snack bar" style menu board but was essentially denied due to an all around crappy place decorated with new crappy decorations to make it look less crappy. there was a day when we knew everyone at that snack bar's name, there was no attempts made at denying they were a snack bar and if you asked nice they would make you a grilled cheese even though its not on the menu board. now it is slime and makes me want to blow snot rockets on the carpeting. The people watching is still good, however, as while I was biting into my burnt and slimy ruben I caught sight of a walrus eating a box of popcorn and a sheep shoving in a double cheeseburger. the worst is how pop is free at mystic but they still try to upsale the value combos at the snack bar with a bonus size pop for $1 more. last time i was there i didn't bring my free pop with so I had to shell out the buck for the bonus pop because my lazinees in the casino environment took over. anyway, the ban is now in effect so dont think about any late night trips to the 24 hour Gambler's Grille (ben 4/23)
INCASE you didnt know, I live in Lego Land. Its a phenomenon of the South Metro. Something fishy is going on here and we are determined to find out what exactly it is.
I remember reading about Levittown, NY. It was a city built in the 1950s with every house in town being identical. The south metro has its own version of Levittown; I call it Lego Land. It begins in northern Farmington, continues through Lakeville, and expands well into Apple Valley.
It is a belt of townhomes were residents have the luxury of looking across the street and seeing a reflection of their own house! Look down the block and you may think you are at the Land of Amazement mirror maze. The outskirts of Lego Land are an abyss of the unknown. Plumes of toxic waste emerge from the nearby Emerald City 24/7, which engulfs Lego Land residents in an inferno of athsma. The terror alert level is always red at Emerald City, but lucky for us Lego Land residents there appear to be some defense mechanisms in between here and there. If you veer off to the right of County Road 42, you will encounter many large concrete structures. Some appear to be missile silos. Others are a bit more mysterious looking. Government signs that say Agricultural testing litter the immediate surroundings of these strange buildings. They must be engineering plants that use toxic fumes for photosynthesis. My advice to all you prospective Lego Land settlers: Keep a steady supply of plastic sheeting and duct tape. Nick (4/29)
Now that I 've had a chance to harvest the crust from my eyes and ears its high time that I thank everyone for coming to see us recently, especially you looney tunes that came back for seconds and thirds and some of you fourths. It was nice to see everyone up close and dancing and we appreciate it all. If you still need more rock please come celebrate my birthday, June 13th, with us at Station 4 in St. Paul. I have to go clean my belly button now. peace, love and llama drool. take care of your ear drums for next time and if you need help cleaning up any entrails let me know, its my specialty. ben (6/23)
I am tired of work, t.v., fast food, new music, pretty much just about everything. Modern entertainment itself is just plain lame I think. Nothing out there really even interests me, unless it's about 20 years old or so. I really want to get to the bottom of why new movies, music, and t.v. is so incredibly bad. I'm sure that within a few short weeks they will probably have some sort of a reality show about that too. I'm just honestly not in the mood to hear another 50 cent song about being in a club, or some terrible cutting edge emo type band whinning about some deep pain that they are in. It's bad, bad, bad all sickining. This era that we're in right now should be spawning a new wave of great music, and movies and whatnot. There is actually stuff really to be upset about. For instance, wars, pollution, starvation, "terrorism", our political leaders, people's values, weapons, energy, and so on and so on. But no, people just continue to hum along to catchy popular crappy music and jam pack the theaters for movies with really sweet special effects. I hope soon that at least some people will wake up and wipe this really fakey world we live in away where all we do is get kicks from watching other people's lives on a t.v. screen. Oh well, I guess I can't talk too loud I spend a good portion of my days watching the history channel or news station. Anyway I said all I feel like saying for now thanks for reading if you did and sorry if it was boring. JOn 8/4
Some old thoughts, and a new home, but as always we just tread on familiar grounds, in comfortable pools, yet still no action. Educate and educate and you will find your niche, you will find your fate. You will find your JOB. Your money making machine to support yourself and so you can buy the things that they, the marketers, tell you that you need to live the most blissful life possible, using your emotions and insecurities against you, so you can spend your fucking paper which you traded for with your time. The greatest rebellion is the destruction of money. Make a statement and destroy this paper, with all of its fake power. It’s not real, it’s someone’s idea. A human like you and me made up this idea and now we are living out lives in pursuit of it. When we should be striving for the betterment of the world we live in. But there is always greed, perhaps another created feeling or a natural part of the human animal’s instinct. Compete, survival of the fittest, yet no evolution, just static lives waiting for death, the true freedom from all of this worthlessness that surrounds us. Here learn a useless skill so you can contribute to someone’s dream of possession and material. Burn everything and revel in your pure nakedness. Communist, capitalist it’s all the same. All blinded by greed and lured to the dark neighborhood of corruption. Living and thinking and trying to create original things (has everything already been said?) is why I continue to breath and consume and consume and consume and consume. Living is this society is like a death, though. It attempts to kill our personalities by trying to mold us into common thinking clones that obsess over the great capitalist dream. It’s the American dream, 21st century manifest destiny. Rise up and claim your right to ownership and capital. One day you too can make it to the top. All you need to do is just follow every order your superiors tell you and contribute to your workplace. Your piece of heaven lies in your trust of corporations. I guess the only answer is acceptance, and once the money starts rolling in we can finally start being happy. Spacey ideas? For sure, but I feel that they ring true, using the most human definition of truth. What should humans be doing with their finite time on this sphere? Flipping burgers, smiling for customers, while managers scream at you about lost chicken doodles, forcing yourself into the old eyes pleasing three piece suit, how human does that feel to you? Remember you’re an American so get up and join in or shut the fuck up. (Gib 8-16-05)
Thank you to everyone who came out to see us on 9-10 at station 4. we were able to test out 4 brand new songs and we were pleased with how it went! we just confirmed that on Nov. 4 Canaveral will finally get some time in the studio to get some music on tape! When the recording is finished we will try to make it available online. All for now. Ben (9-12-05)
I seemed to have broken my gibson guitar at our last show. I am not really to happy about that. Other than that things have been ok for me, just trying to adjust to college life. It is really quite strange not working also, sort of like being 15 again or something like that. I am getting pumped up to record in november, it should be a blast! About the only thing I've been doing that is productive besides a little reading and going to class is probably the hours of free time I have to practice. It sure is a riot cranking up my little amp in the dorms. Better hit the books Jon 9/28
I went to a concert for class tonight. It was a jazz singer/ jazz combo performance. I thought it was going to be some outfit from a different location, ended up being the lame ass mankato jazz department throwing their fall concert. The stupid thing cost me $4. It felt like I was watching an elementary marching band, the music was really lame sounding I was kind of disappointed. Ah well I had to go. Anyways we record in a little over a week should be a blast working hand in hand with landberg, he is the shit. Jon 11/8
Mr. Mike Lamberg recorded us in his basement studio yesterday. What a treat! The majority of the rocking took place in his daughter's toy room. Toys everywhere, each wall painted a different bright color; it was perfect. We recorded 6 songs in a little under 8 hours of fun. The only disapointment for me was some problems with my new bass. I had to switch to Lamberg's squier. We paid little attention to detail during the process, plowing through the tracks in a take or two. Gibson slayed the vocals on 'Circus' and 'Laurals' in one take each. Ben, Jon, and Gibson all seemed to enjoy themselves singing for the first time in an isolation booth. Hopefully the mixing will wrap up in a few weeks, we'll keep you all updated. On the behalf of all Canaveral members, I would like to extend an outer-space sized THANKS to Mr. Lamberg for his time and effort. Nick 11/19
We played a dark, dreary, late Monday night in St. Paul last night and if you were there then you probably have hearing problems today because we played as hard as we could. Jon's hand split open and splattered blood everywhere. We played flipper. i was losing drum sticks left and right but we made it through, although I was pretty spent. Jon had to go back to mankato at six this morning. I heard him get up and kept sleeping. Then I got up at seven. bollocks to all of you still in your beds. Now we look forward to thursday, which means playing in between two cover bands at renegades in front of an unsuspecting crowd. We shall rape their expectations and walk away with the title. Or not, but atleast it's ladies night and ladies drink free during our time slot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nick: do everyone a favor and please cut the sleaves of the greaser 11/29/05
Here's a couple poems. Thought what the hell, I'll throw em up here.
Cold Wonderings
How many Pages have been lost to complacence?
How may razors cut your ascent?
We’re decent
It’s pleasing, being
Fueled by dissent
Knees bleeding and hoping there’s an anything left
All greatness collides with cries to repent
Hide things in boxes
Freeze keys in your grip, but
Smile sideways, always,
Fear an eclipse,
Only darkness beholden a silent caress
Old words forget they held a heavy heft
They’ll never budge, never concede
So singers grow deaf
To faces telling somethings
They’re grayest on Monday
Holding cold wonderings, alone,
Kill the phone
Rush, bolt home secure
Obscure the façade
Revealing skin scarred
Sad like sliding salt through marred bloody fingers,
Lost blood lingers, we’ve brought it far
Revealing whos and whats of the human we are,
Watching paper get burned, and forgotten.
I
I feel lonely
I feel happy
I feel angry
I feel insecure
I feel amazed
I feel confident
I once felt content
I feel distressed
I feel damaged
I feel drugged
I feel perfect
I feel controlled
I feel dinged
I feel sappy
I feel rambunctious
I feel lethargic
I feel limp
I feel metaphors are for wimps.
Silly and Trivial
All the lives, their journeys, wrap around me
That man with meaning, that woman on TV
Her dress is lintless, his ego limitless
They both confess they care about me
We have pity, did you see my protest?
I signed a petition to save trees.
Trust us, the devil whispers, now on your knees
Remember to watch the sitcoms, be happy
I stick my nose in dirt
Just fertilizer, my nose feared
I stare into a puddle
Watch water dance with oil’s colors
Shining ego suit, his face it swims with nausea
Hideous his eyes darkened, obscured by runny color
In my ear, it begged for whisper, he shouted
“How do you do? My name is”
Swirling brain forgets that name of his
Just barely I recognized him before panic set in
But the panic came anyway, why me?
Did I stick out in this wooded courtyard, where
Not a shard of grass lay unkempt
Not a brush of anger with the bees.
The man and the woman under the tree
Pointed and laughed at my company
My stomach boiled over disturbed, so I asked the suit
His eyes fixed on the sun
Skin shining from a shave
Grin set in permanently
“Why do they laugh,
That pair there in the grass?”
His eyes continued upward course
His speech didn’t mar the grin
“Because this is all you have, young son of mine
Though not by blood, it is your time
To join us the silly and the trivial
And yes you’re right when you say we’re crazy, but
We’re the only ones that will live today”.
