Anyway, because it was ten years ago and it's 7/22 today (and I'm bored), I figured we'd go back in the ol' time machine and dust off this weapon of mass distraction. Back in 2004, all I had to do with my time was write a shit ton of fucked up music; it's how I chose to express myself. I literally set out to translate my emotional state into song, and I think I succeeded. It's two and a half hours of impotent rage, confusion, sadness, fear and stupid shit that made me laugh. All told it was 47 tracks, three discs, and holy fuck do I wish I could do something this dumb and fun again.
I didn't write this alone. It's by "The GV Crew" for a reason. But by this time, I was so far up my own asshole, that other people only show up on nine tracks (that's only 19 percent), and not until track 10 of the first disc. I took over the entire "GV Crew" process, didn't realize I had, and wondered why my friends didn't think this album was the crowning moment of awesome for all humanity. (Not to mention the other mission statement of making that one dude at Hartland Inn regret telling me to "Turn that crap down" while listening to GV6; I showed him by making an annoying fucking LOUD fucking album...about two weeks after I left Hartland Inn, as I recall.) Holy SHIT was I out of my head.
This is back when I valued uniqueness and creativity above all else, including quality or friendship. I tortured a lot of motherfucking ear lobes by blasting this crap and thinking at the time it was the best shit ever. There's some cool moments on this album, some legit loud and abusive tuneage with some quiet melancholy thrown in. (This is when I discovered dynamics as a composing technique and abused the shit out of it.) Experiments fail and succeed. This is a collection of both.
So click away on the play, those of you so inclined. "7:22" has some pretty weird/cool shit in it if you can wade through some noise. Make this a background soundtrack to your day and see if it enhances the experience! (I know I will.)