Automatic Writing

Hey everyone, just wanted to say how much I've appreciated the support and sense of comradery that I've found on this forum. This is the last of 3 songs I recorded prior to graduating from college, and I'm now looking at what to do with my life, which may or may not involve further recording efforts. So this'll be the last thing I post for a while, hopefully Iva hasn't gotten mad at my spamming of a new song every week lol.

Anyways this is my personal favorite of what I recorded and is intended as a feel-good song going into the summer months. Hope you all enjoy it.

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Hey everyone, I just completed my second recorded song and wanted to share it with the many other talented musicians as well as music lovers on this forum. I just graduated from college and might have a chance to record one more in the coming weeks before I head home for the summer.
I definitely drew upon my influences in creating the feel I wanted on this song, from bands like Fugazi and Joy Division to the man himself, mr. Frusciante, without these people I wouldn't be making music today. I also enlisted a talented blues guitarist who I've known since high school to perform the outro solo.

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Hey everyone, I've posted some jams here before, but this is the first time I've actually recorded my own song. It was nice to see a vision in my head become reality.

I realized after the fact that the outro chords I use are a rearrangement of the outro to Building on Fire, which is also a rearrangement of Where is my mind by the pixies. Interesting how we unconsciously borrow from our influences.

Just a couple of jams some friends and I did. Both have a central guitar riff, the first being more Pink Floyd-esque (I'm on bass on that track), and the second one is a chord progression I created after hearing Dark/Light, it's not quite the same but kinda has the same feel.

Anyways, they both clock in at 14 minutes, but if you just get a chance to listen to a little of it I'd be interested to hear what you think.
And if you have some time to just trip out and listen to some kids who like Frusciante jamming, I'm sure you won't be disappointed!

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Hello all, I have read this particular forum for a while but don't believe I've posted in it. While I don't always agree with the criticism and particular literary ideas being espoused, I find that it's generally well-thought out and helpful. I've recently toyed with the idea of being a writer, as in, doing it for the purpose of publishing it. I don't like it, I'd rather write for myself. However, I don't feel like I want to do or even can do anything else. I've been writing all my life, sometimes for a purpose or sometimes just because I'm bored. As I mentioned in the title, I'm an avid Bukowski fan, but also enjoy Vonnegut, Albert Camus, Heinlein, and the list goes on. I've read a few books this summer, particularly enjoying Ham on Rye, by Bukowski. I wrote some vignettes that I felt were similar to those used as chapters in his coming of age novel. They are fictionalized, though based on truth. Below is the first one I'll share, as I think it's the most accessible. Let me know if you have any feedback or would like me to share additional works.



Around freshman year of high school, I started developing stomach problems. It might have been stress built up from my childhood and adolescence or simply a genetic predisposition. Either way, mornings became a painful and embarrassing ordeal. I didn't want to eat in the mornings. My stomach felt awful as it was; and my general lack of sleep and knowing that the next eight hours I would have to pretend to be a functional human being didn't help. There are few mental experiences worse than fear of the inevitable. My mother, being a caring nutritionist, would always have food ready and ensure I ate what she considered a "productive" breakfast. My stomach would continue to be distressed for the next few hours it digested what I had forced down my esophagus. This would mean that homeroom, a time to catch up on homework and catch your last free breath before the start of classes, became a struggle to keep my body from expressing its inner turmoil. Once the homeroom bell had rung, students were not to be excused until after the announcements had been read.
"There was a small fire in the art building..."
My stomach gurggled and began to churn audibly. I felt the gaze of a few of my classmates shift in my direction.
"The cause of which remains unknown..."
I felt gas form up in my stomach and move down my colon. I held it in for dear life, my abdomen contracting furiously as the gas pressed up against my innards.
"Anyone with information should come to the main office..."
The gas in my colon receded, causing a truly unfortunate lurching noise to emit from my stomach. I could tell that the majority of the room had heard the noise, and though it wasn't a fart so it wasn't instinctively funny or attention-grabbing, the more curious of my classmates began searching for its source.
I put my head down as if I were catching up on sleep missed the night before, as other students often did. I closed my eyes, but the pressure in my stomach and the anxiety of its audibility kept me on edge. Though I couldn't see them, I felt as if their eyes were all focusing on me; slowly but surely coming to the consensus that I was responsible for the disturbing, but vaguely humorous noise they had heard.
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