The Tone Bank Jungle

Aged

The Tone Bank Jungle — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 20:27:52 +0000

So, during my recent time in Cape Breton, I visited some really old shit. Like, really old. From the 1800′s. I visited a mansion that my grandmothers both worked in at some point. I also went to a cemetary. Some people might think that’s morbid, but it really isn’t. The neat-o thing about it is that I went into a mausoleum. Or however you spell that! It was pretty cool, very peaceful. Something about old things like that make me think good thoughts. I don’t know why, they just do. Not to mention the fact that I visited my grandparents. Also old. Hahaha. Anyways, I’m enjoying a mostly peacefull time in my dorm right now, as my room mate still hasn’t gotten back from his parents’ house. There really isn’t much more to add other than my affinity for antiques, I spose. Music away!

Epic Adventure!

The Tone Bank Jungle — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 19:44:38 +0000

Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it. Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! FUCK!.” By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid. Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m FUCKING HIV POSITIVE.” And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just as we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is. I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.

A good week?

The Tone Bank Jungle — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 20:42:20 +0000

Hello again,
I know I said I’d try to make these daily, but I’ve been a little busy lately. I’ve recently been practicing for combo, mainly and for my improv class. How does this relate to the title? Well, I HATE improv class. However, we only meet one every other week. We’ve met once, and the next class, tomorrow is apparantly cancelled. That’s another 2 weeks of not worrying that much about the class! This makes it a good week. Tonight I have a bass lesson, I have to start my English essay soon, since I just got the topics today…actually, they aren’t really topics, it’s like a high school test. Pick one of the following 2 poems and analyze it. This paper is the only thing that goes into our mid term mark. So, you must be thinking “Gee, it’s really gotta count then! Make it long and big and full of meaning!”. Well, that’s what I thought. But it’s not like that. It’s 3 pages. Double Spaced. That’s like, a page and a half. Awesome. Less time spent on English, more on music, please. I have a new song to start for combo, called Yesterdays. We played Out of Nowhere today for our teacher, he pointed things out. It was cool, I spose. I took a solo, got a little carried away at the end with where I was, but since it was actually the first solo I’ve taken with this particular set of people, I’m happy. However, this happiness is somewhat bittersweet, because we have a new member of the combo, a pianist. Not that that’s bad, but now we have too many people, and we’ll have to split up into 2 groups of four or five. To be honest, I’d really like to stay at the size we’re at. But apparantly Eight people is too many.
“EIGHT PEOPLE!?!? THAT’S INSANE! PURE INSANITY! I CAN’T FUCKING COMPREHEND THAT!! WTF! GGHEFUYHGASRDGZUDHGZIFDJHGZR”…… this isn’t what I think… this is just that mocking voice that I think (I hope) everyone has inside their mind that talks in place of other people from time to time.
Like, holy shit, if bands who go out and make real livings from music can pull off eight people at once, I don’t see how 8 people in just a school setting is going to make hell freeze over. I also find that almost all of the bands out there that make good money, or all musicians and individuals who make a good living with music do it EITHER by playing in a huge orchestra of like a hundred people, OR they’re in a band of four or five people. No medium, no midpoint. I don’t know why exactly I’m picking this single aspect apart, but this really isn’t about making a living, I feel that it’s about learning and making music sound good to us. Not to be able to step out of university and play the next greatest thing to ever hit the radio. Fuck.

Anyways, My agenda now consists of; Practicing Yesterdays, Practicing for Improv class, listening to some tunes for jazz history, and doing an English paper.

That’s my bit about my life for this blog. Now onto something that’s sort of been bugging me for a while…
Why must we always mentally conform to the ideals of everything in this world? What tells us that something is right or wrong? Is it really engrained in us, telling us that we’re doing what’s right or wrong? Or is it just the past thousands of years of doing everything one way irking us all the time, making decisions of right and wrong an automatic reflux?

That’s all I have for this blog, but I’ll leave you with a song! Yay songs!
The world is spinning too fast
I’m buying lead Nike shoes
To keep myself tethered
To the days I try to lose

My mama said to slow down
You must make your shoes
Stop dancing to the music
Of Gorillaz in a happy mood

Keep a mild groove on

There you go!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!

There’s a monkey in the jungle
Watching a vapour trail
Caught up in the conflict
Between his brain and his tail

And if time’s elimination
Then we got nothing to lose
Please repeat the message
It’s the music that we choose
Keep a mild groove on

OK bring it down yeah we’ll come back out
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Day doo de bop

19-2000 by Gorillaz

Good Lawd!

The Tone Bank Jungle — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 23:06:45 +0000

The title of this blog has nothing to do with the content of this blog. I just thought that Chris’s habit of saying “Oh Lawdy” should catch on.

Anyways! I’m back from home, in the party house of mac, where everyone has a hangover and are being quiet. I like it! Marilyn Manson played in Halifax on friday night. He has the swine flu. It was epic. Rofl. Also, I think I had a generally refreshing time back home. This week will be a busy one, with the crowning achievment for the weekend; Homecoming.
Yes, that’s right. Homecoming is this weekend. Old St. FX students will be coming in and partying at Mac. Oh wait, SHIT, I live there. I’ll probably be out partying in the halls, but I won’t be getting drunk like the fuckers who party like, every night here.

I would like to intervene here to announce that I, Chad, have answered the toughest question on my room mate’s physics assignment correctly after he tried and was wrong. I got a 67% in high school physics. Hehehe.

Now, I’d like to give you readers the same question:
Write the equation for acceleration (a) without using velocity (V)

I look forward to answers!

Chad

Back home

The Tone Bank Jungle — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 01:28:35 +0000

Could it be?! My third post?! IT IS!

Well, this weekend, I’m back home, or at least, visiting my parents in Halifax. I believe its good to get out of your university/college dorm regularly, or else the alcohol and drunken idiots begin to convince you that drinking away your tuition money is a good idea. I’m going to spend the weekend practicing my songs for Combo and Improv lab. I know I’m not a good Jazz Bassist, but I’ll work on it all weekend, dammit. It’s not just that I have to do well playing the jazz music, but I have to memorize these songs, and I can do that. It’s just that when I play infront of people…I choke up hardcore with jazz. I was comftorble playing punk rock music, I was confident, I wanted to play infront of more people. Now, when I play infront of people, it’s for academic reasons, and I choke up. It’s frightening. I feel like I know nothing in front of everyone else. Well, with combo, I think my combo-mates are aware of that. With Improv Lab, it’ll be my first time playing, and it all has to be memorized. FML!

On a happier note, every other class is going well. English is chills, Structure of music is really laid-back and easy, Jazz history…is interesting. I still need CDs for that class. Really soon. Bass master class is not as intimidating as I thought. It’s really just there to correct your form. Rhythm section master class is essentially watching 4th years play and then get ripped to shreds. Haha. Well, I guess I won’t find it funny when It’s my turn. When or if that will happen, I’m not sure. Anyways, them be my classes.

This is a song by The Smashing Pumpkins. I find it really catchy, musically, but I also find Billy Corgan’s writing to be so poetic.

Cupid hath pulled back hi sweethearts bow
To cast divine arrows into her soul
To grab her attention swift and quick
Or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick
With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows

See the devil may do as the devil may care
He loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare
Her mouth the mischief he doth seek
Her heart the captive of which he speaks
So note all ye lovers in love with the sound
Your world be shattered with nary a note
Of one cupids arrow under your coat

And in the land of star crossed lovers
And barren hearted wanderers
Forever lost in forsaken missives and satans pull
We seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable
Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust
In faith, in compassion, and in love

Life at X

The Tone Bank Jungle — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:36:19 +0000

Greetings for a second time!
For a second blog post, I thought I’d like to outline what life at X is like, in particular life in MacIsaac hall.
It’s fucking retarded. It’s the party house, and I fucking hate it.
“But Chad! Parties are good! It’s where you abuse your useless liver with drinks, and the next morning, you get a screetching hangover and you are made aware that you’re missing the 100 bucks in your wallet, along with all your ID! You also forget who you met! What’s not to love?!”
Personally, I’m a relativly passive social guy. I’m not anti-social, I like meeting new people. I just let them come to me, sort of thing. I don’t walk around shaking hands with every person in the room. If someone would like to meet me, I’m there and I’m open to meet them. I’m not super social, but when I meet you, I plan to remember you, and actually talk to you later on.

Anyways, I like keeping to myself when I’m not meeting people, and generally, if I’m at a party, I plan on keeping my memory of where I was. But on nights that I do spend alone, whether it be spent working on music, or even just watching TV or something, I can’t stand it when all I can hear at 1 in th morning is loud dance music.
FOR FUCK SAKES.
We have quiet hours for a fucking reason. On weeknights, it’s from 11pm til some reasonable time in the morning. If it’s wednesday night, nay, thursday morning (Midnight-2AM) and I can’t sleep because you’re still getting drunk and wasting your tuition money on trying to get laid (Which you won’t…if you’re drunk, that is) then prepare to drop out, or prepare for me to eventually kill you. I fucking hate when I can’t sleep for reasons beyond my control at some retarded times. Turn of the music. Pass the fuck out already. Holy shit. I get up at like, 7:30. Why?…well, because my room mate gets up and makes noises. Loud ones. That wake me up. I usually fall back asleep, but still. I realize that he has to get up earlier than me, so instead of changing that…why don’t the partiers just…fucking die?!
“Awesome idea, Chad!”
Thank you!

Anyways, that’s it from me today.
Until the next one,
Peace.

New Blog!

The Tone Bank Jungle — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 23:03:43 +0000

Hello, world of blogging!
I guess this is the beginning my blogs. So, where to start? I know! The word Blog! What a fucking ugly word. Where did they get that word for something as simple as an electronic journal? Seriously, Blog? Makes no sense to me.
Anyways, Blogs are here for people with stuff to say! So, what do I have to say on this wednesday? Not much, besides the fact that this is new to me.
Oh, right, introduction I guess might be in order?
I’m Chad, also known to some as the Tone Bank. I took the name for this blog from a song by a band called Holy Fuck, Thus, this is the Tone Bank Jungle. No, I will not post sounds here. It’s just a good name for a Blog, where so many other names have been taken. Anyways, I currently live in Antigonish, Nova Scotia, since I go to University there, at St. FX. I’m a music major, english minor. I plan on being a high school music teacher. Some people say that being a high school teacher is babysitting. No it isn’t. As a teacher once told me: Elementary School teachers love the people they teach, High School Teachers love the subject they teach, University/College Profs love to hear themselves talk.
So basically, High School is a good place to teach at if you love your subject. If any students act out, you can send their asses out of the room. Tell ‘em to get the fuck out!

Anyways, thats my bit about myself. What else might there be to say? I know this blog is relativly short, but it was just an introduction. My next blog will actually be about something, and will have substance! Form! Structure! Promises of world domination!

Till the next one,
Later!

Chad