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[14 Dec 2007|10:07am] |
for those of you who have not already heard or been befriended on myspace, my new band's myspace is up and running. we are called agent owl, and you can listen to us by going to myspace.com/agentowl.
let me know what you think.
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[11 Dec 2007|09:18pm] |
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I recorded Happy Xmas (War Is Over) by John Lennon on my laptop and put it on myspace.com/theradiopoets
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[06 Mar 2007|01:27pm] |
so i wrote and recorded this new song, and i wanted your feedback, people.
it was written and recorded all in one day, so it's a rush job -- it's not perfect, so forgive me for that. but other than that, what do you think?
www.myspace.com/theradiopoets
dennis: bass and sound engineering
david: guitars and vocals
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| chapter three: black friday blues |
[24 Nov 2006|08:22am] |
I am sitting here at work, and there isn't much happening. I am secretly hoping that they will send us home. There isn't much to do besides surf the net and talk to whomever happens to be around. It's a lonely existence. Thanksgiving was incredible. Durrie came over and she helped us cook and we had a delicious meal. It is one of those memorable holidays that will remain with me.
I would like to go see the Fountain. I will have to read the reviews and see if it is any good.
This isn't an entry really, just forget you ever read it.
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| Chapter Two, In Which We Visit the Depths of Despair. |
[20 Nov 2006|11:01am] |
One more free day left before I have to go back to work. Weekends are a bad deal. I don't know who set that arrangement up, but we really got screwed here. In France they hardly work at all. They get tons of vacation time. In August half of Paris goes out on vacation to the country. If you have a job then you are required to have alll this vacation time. It's more than a month of vacation. And they only work 30 hours a week. Or 35. The point is that they work less than us, and at the moment I want nothing more than to live and work in France, The weekend should really be 3 days. We could accomplish so much more in our day to day lives. Imagine if you had an extra free day each week. You could take up gardening if you wanted, or learn how to dive, or whatever else you might feel like doing. With all that extra time it really is up to you. These are just dreams of course. I doubt that we will ever have 3 day weekends every week. Fortunately for me Thanksgiving is this Thursday and I know for a fact that I don't have to work then. So it is a 4 day week, just not a 3 day weekend. Hell, maybe that idea is better. That way you don't feel too lazy after a whole 3 days to yourself.
I'd like to take a road trip to San Francisco. I have been dying to do it, actually. I am not sure when, but probably sometime in the spring. My two favorite cities here in the United States have always been New York City and San Francisco. (This reminds me of the South Park episode about hybrid cars. "San Francisco isn't like any of the other cities in the U.S. It's more European, like Prague...") For a while I entertained the idea of moving there but I learned that it is very expensive and that idea promptly went out the window. I still want to make it over to NYC, though. I don't mind being poor if I can live in proximity of that 2 mile island (Manhattan). Arizona keeps me a little too docile and sane. I would rather be a little nutty. I feel that may be my destiny; to roll away into some mindtrap.
I can't wait to move my piano into my new place. I called the piano mover and left a message but he never returned my call. I am going to call a few piano shops and see who they recommend. I sit around the house sometimes with nothing to do, and I think "if only I had that damn piano..." Haven't we all thought that at some point or another?
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| Chapter One, Post-Sonny Rollins, In Which We Drink Iced Americanos |
[19 Nov 2006|11:58pm] |
I've been home now for an hour or an hour and a half and I wanted to say something to the world. Sonny Rollins was amazing. I had to pay 130 dollars for 2 seats, but I feel that it was well worth it. After all these years he still can harness this indescribable energy. I really liked Bobby Broom on guitar. He had presence. I will remember his hat and his distinct name forever, I think. The other members of the rhythym section were equally as talented... there was no piano. Just bass, drums, guitar, an African drummer, and a trombonist.
I would really like to start writing in here again. I don't remember how to do it very well, like most other things that I claim to enjoy. If you have ever considered yourself my friend then you may have wondered what I have been up to. I am living in a townhouse in Tempe, right on the edge of Scottsdale. I like it very much. Downstairs is the living room and kitchen, and upstairs we have our bedroom and my music room. Crystal and I painted the downstairs living room a deep blue, and the hallway is dark ivy green. Very contemplative colors. My goal is to set up a record player so that I can read and drink coffee and listen to records and maybe even write in this silly little blog that I never care to update.
I don't keep the same company anymore. I have new friends and most of them are from my workplace. One of my friends is Durrie Parks. She was married to Van Dyke Parks. He wrote the lyrics to SMiLE, the lost Beach Boys album. She lived in Brian Wilson's house in 1966 and hung out with the Byrds and the Beatles and tons of other greats. She's full of great stories and we eat lunch together at work. I am having Durrie over for Thanksgiving. That should be fun. By the way, if you have never checked out "Song Cycle" by Van Dyke Parks, I recommend you purchase a copy. It has become one of my favorite albums. My other current favorite is "Nilsson Sings Newman," by Harry Nilsson. It's this genius, intimate album of Nilsson singing Randy Newman tunes. Randy plays piano accompaniment. Let's see... what other albums have been in favor? I picked up a Bud Powell album recently. The jazz stuff is always good; I don't need to say much about that.
I hope to be putting up a website soon so that people can listen to some of my music. Up until recently I was in the process of recording some demos. Dennis and I put our heart and souls into it but in the end we realized we had to start from scratch again and I just haven't had the energy to start again yet. I am going to be trying some new things to see if I can't force myself into being more creative. I cancelled my Blockbuster Online subscription, for one. I have stopped watching the television entirely. Instead I subscribed to the New Yorker and Harper's and I have all of my books to read as well. I still have to finish the Book of Disquiet, by Pessoa.
It's quiet now. It's nearly midnight. I took a long unexpected nap this afternoon so I anticipate being up for a while tonight, I want to hike Squaw Peak tomorrow morning but for the past couple of weeks I have copped out, so we'll see what happens. It is so good to get out in the open air and to force yourself to work so hard. My legs hurt and my lungs ache. Once I hit the midway point my heart beats loudly and I need many breaks, sometimes every 5 minutes. I don't expect this sort of thing to keep me bent out of shape for long. If I could just remember to run every night and to hike each weekend then I would improve. The 10 or 15 pounds that I have now on my stomach would likely disappear, too.
My only other piece of news is to say that I cut my hair. I was tired of having it so long. Kelsey came over a week ago and cut it all off. Later that night I shaved my beard off as well. I kept the moustache but only as a novelty. I plan to shave it off tomorrow.
Keep the candle burning for me, love.
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[03 Mar 2006|05:15pm] |
i hate my life,
everything swirls around me.
i need a friend.
why is it so hard to breathe?
i think, pain, love, hatred...
all mix together like
pee and poop.
that's what life is, shit.
someone help me, please.
can't you hear me screaming
through my eyes?
my smile is a mask.
a kabuki mask.
help me,
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[19 Feb 2006|10:04am] |
I purchased an ibook yesterday, completely compulsively. I love it to death. It's beautiful. Why did I buy it, you may ask. Well, it's a tool for my recording. I'm going to purchase Pro Tools and have myself some sweet badass pro audio recording software. And the best part is that it's completely portable. In the meantime I'm going to buy a firewire box and use Garageband for a couple months. I'm not too familiar with the software -- has anyone used it? Impressions? Pros and cons?
I love the Mac, I've never owned one before and haven't used them too often but they're just swell. Anyone want to make some music?
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[07 Jan 2006|10:19pm] |
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i bought a 2006 scion xb. anyone want to go for a ride?
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[27 Dec 2005|06:22am] |
Well fellows, this might be as far as we get today. This entry could end at any moment. I'm at work and it's a bit slow right now. But you never know when you might have to answer the phone and help someone with a ridiculous problem. The problems are always ridiculous. Either ridiculously simple or ridiculously difficult. I prefer the simple ones; they're quick calls and more likely to bring me a sale. The difficult ones are time consuming and I never end up selling anything. "Well, sorry that issue took 30 minutes to resolve... have you though about grabbing another year of your hosting? Just to get it out of the way?" Nobody goes for that. Today's my first day back at work in 4 days. It was a long weekend but it still managed to come to an end. It didn't really feel like 4 days. I got to spend lots of time with Dennis and that was about the only thing that was noteworthy. That and Christmas itself. Christmas was alright. I wanted to make all the rounds early and be done by 12. Crystal refused to get up. I mean flat out REFUSED. I woke up at 8 and went to wake her up. "You can go. I'm not going ANYWHERE," she mumbled. Irritated as I was, I gave up and slept for a couple more hours. We finally woke up at 10:30 and we weren't out the door until at least noon. Christmas wasn't over for us until 7 pm. I'm not complaining, though. I like the ritual of Christmas. All the gift giving. I still have to get Dennis a gift. I feel like the worst friend in the world. He got me a fantastic amp stand and a Tom Petty DVD. I told him I was in the process of getting him a ukelele, but "I don't have it yet." It was hard shopping for him. I spend an hour and a half walking the antique store looking for something that would interest him. I'm scared to death of what he'll think of my gifts. In fact I feel that way about everyone. Most of the time there's no reason to worry.
I'm sorry that this wasn't a very artistic entry. It's a rebirth, really. I haven't posted in ages and I'd like to start again. It's great fun usually. I'm not sure what my angle will be, but I'll find it eventually.
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[03 Nov 2005|08:21pm] |
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does anyone have rachel's email address? i hear that she's in tucson these days.
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[06 Oct 2005|08:06pm] |
I just thought you guys should know. I'm an ordained minister now. So if you need anyone to perform your marriage or absolve your sins, I can do it.
No joke.
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[28 Sep 2005|02:38pm] |
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crystal requested that i ask all of you who attended the reception to give me your address so we can send you thank you cards.
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[17 Sep 2005|09:45am] |
We are at a Days Inn in Joplin, Missouri now. I managed to lose my cell phone two nights ago. We ate at a Mexican restaurant across the street from our hotel and I left the phone there. Of course I didn't realize this until we had two hours behind us and I certainly wasn't driving back to get it. So no cell phone. Crystal has a calling card though so I made a call to my dad last nite on the hotel phone. I guess the Mexican place avtually called him and told him that they had my phone. Apparently they are going to send it in the mail but I'm getting a new one anyway. It's good that they are sending it though; I don't have any of my phone numbers written down; they're all in that sim card thing.
In other news, the bike rack is dying. I pray that we can make it to Phoenix without incident. It's a 50/50 sort of gamble. It would be a drag to have to leave the bikes somewhere. It would also be a drag if they started to drag on the highway because the bike rack breaks.
As for what exactly happened in Rochester, I will sum it up as quick as I can: the amount of money Crystal expected to receive was not what she got. Her federal work study didn't work out how she expected. She was promised a large amount of money from it but then realized that it was impossible to actually EARN that much because none of the college jobs paid enough and she could only work a maximum of 20 hours a week. The tuition was ridiculously expensive and it didn't make sense to stay there. I didn't like it there anyway. We lived on the busiest street in the city, Monroe Avenue, which is sort of like Mill Avenue except a little campier. Tons of bars and convienience stores and bums and people trying to sell you useless things (girls bicycles, silver rings, weed). The pub we lived above was very loud. When I was told that the we would "be able to hear them down there at night" I expected crowd noise and maybe the sound of pool balls hitting together. Nope. That's not what I heard. Apparently the pub also doubles as a dance club because we heard throbbing bass coming through the walls and floor every night. We never got to sleep until after the bar closed, around 3 am. All this made for a hellish existence. That and the fact that I couldn't find a record store job and no one else seemed to be hiring either. I spent most of my days writing songs and playing music. Great for my guitar chops, but bad for my morale -- I missed my friends a lot.
As Jim Croce said, "New York's not my home."
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[16 Sep 2005|11:51am] |
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I am writing this from a hotel room in Indiana, about 30 miles from Indianapolis. I don't have much time so I will be concise: Rochester didn't work out so well. In fact, it sucked. So we're on our way back to Arizona. I've missed you all. I look forward to seeing your faces again. I think that this upcoming time will be a great period. Bye bye.
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[18 Aug 2005|04:08pm] |
Goodbye everyone. Crystal and I leave for New York right now. I'll be on the internet tomorrow so if you'd like our address up there, comment here.
Yes, I love correspondance. All comments are screened so if you want to give me your address, feel free!
David.
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[22 Jul 2005|08:02pm] |
Hey guys! I was just wondering how everyone is doing.
I'm doing alright. Things are exciting; just don't know where life will take me.
Talk to me, all you beautiful people.
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[11 Jun 2005|01:23am] |
it's such a thrill to be alive
every tab is a ticket to ride
it's such a thrill to have arrived
no more illusion -- you think i'd have died
it just blows my mind.
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[25 May 2005|12:00am] |
i, david burnett, bought an epiphone casino today.
yes, the very same model of electric guitar that was used by john lennon of the beatles. to get technical, george harrison and paul mccartney also owned and played casinos... the reason for this is of course that (as paul put it) the Casino is the GREATEST ELECTRIC GUITAR ever made.
and yes, i own one.
i am so happy. i saved forever.
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