august 15 - october 15 2001

welcome to the Robertson Chronicles Archive august 15 - october 15 2001 home October 15, 2001 string together coherent moments... All is well at the end of disciplined living..there are wildcards and some things are inherently unfair and money corrupts and that's good... predictability you can count on a system you know.. Getting off topic the point is everybody has something to cry about... smash said essentially that today at breakfast ( I think he used "wants" instead of "something" or maybe "has").... a perfect example if incoherancy...resisting the urge to try an explain what I just wrote... the original point: You can choose to cry or you can choose not to... I don't cry I obsess stew and fester...but that powers the wheels... but do I really want to go where that takes me.. And the honest answer is that once you start to obsess stew and fester you have surrendered further decisions... the answer.... take up crying? Don't get me wrong crying is a good release... just make sure no one is around (alternatively you can rollerblade around science world dinging a small bell like a dedicated metronome until an angry mob chases you off)......the point don't find a reason NOT TO DO! (don't you go changing Smash!).. The day before Vo Bro Hey Greg put on a dining clinic in the same booth shaming Hey bill and forcing a reordering from pancakes to hash browns.. Hey Rock Shocked back a double breakfast like the glutton he is. I myself like to dabble in gluttony.... This was a second Oct. 8th installment that got missed when posting... cut and paste... then a sleep with a narration dream.. awake ... the phone.... and the word that an old treeplanting buddy is dead... stabbed by some psychopath in Vernon B.C..... what a shithole world. Too many people on this world with too much luxury, free time and an over inflated sense of self worth... as a result our species evolution is turning on us everywhere... the depressing thing is that I really don't believe there is a solution. If you are not born into a good life or lack the intelligence and work ethic to make a go of it.. Life can be a very cold plate ... the struggle for happiness is very real ... add drugs, overexposure and glorification of violence, and personal debt its no wonder people don't give a shit. Maybe the world needs a Rock and Roll star... I propose me... why ... I like the idea of me playing music all the time in between bouts of craziness. Get this the phone just rang and The Rev. Dick Badcock who told me of this killing (which he saw on the news) ... said it was reported in error and our good friend is alive and well... somebody else is not however so the horror changes perspective. October 14, 2001 A nice sunny day, and me asleep at the wheel. Fortune turn thy wheel... was a line in King Lear. The wheel of life spun by the random and nonrandom forces of chance. Chance comes around with greater frequency than luck.. and luck is for rabbits.. tell that to a rabbit in the talons of a bird of prey and suddenly being human doesn't seem so bad. The human shares anatomy and genetics with the rabbit... mammals characterized by giving birth to live young.. and warm blood regulated by the heat of metabolism. What does this all mean... meaning is in the eye of the beholder and the beholders position has many variables. A man types words on a sunny Sunday afternoon... the Tree outside my window is dropping leaves / I myself am restful / carbohydrates / I'll talk to you tomorrow. October 13, 2001 Was it the words that you said do you like music in your head? ...i do! was it what she said that made you red do you like sex in your head? What to call a song with those words and those words only... ah its irrelevant at this stage in the game. Propaganda.. Friend of the state...Public opinion... a ticket into office. Former B.C Premier Glen Clarke chose to be tried by judge in the criminal proceedings before him claiming it will be more fair than a jury... does that mean he is tried by a good buddy who owes a political favor.... You wouldn't want the people you screwed for years and then laughed at to get a chance at justice. I think a good kick in the nuts would be a good start.. then maybe an acid bath. Policies of a new world order... that could never work.. i do get a certain sense of calming humor envisioning that crook getting his due... but i just aint going to happen... I see the future more like a big Taxpayer sponsored trial.. And media circus and then an acquittal on either a technicality or lack if evidence... hell there has been enough time to destroy the evidence..... groin kick doesn't look so bad eh chain him under the granville bridge for a year.. Throw a ration of moldy bread every other day... and ten bucks a groin kick for tourists.. put the money towards education for the people of the state.. I got a few greenbacks burning a hole in my pocket. nevermind just enjoy the day The cashew tin lays on its side / in the bedroom / it was upside down / supporting a candle / but that was before / bongs they are like diamonds / filled with beauty from within / what i meant to say was that songs are like diamonds.... From the song "Roadbed.... spirit of invincibility song" October 12, 2001 Weedeaters... Gas powered machines with long shafts that whip nylon chords with great centripetal force cutting lawn edges making noise sending small stones at Super Robertson.... Only humankind would subscribe to this kind of madness. I use to "weedeat" a cemetery it took 2 days to get all that grass around the tombstones that the lawnmower could not.... this created what was termed a "Robertson shin disaster".. small cuts festering with dirt and weed pollen. So being a man who is aware of this you can see my anger when some half-wit is blazing down a public sidewalk unleashing an arsenal of small objects traveling with great velocity.... Velocity is a vector a term in Physics that denotes measurements that have forces with (i believe) movement and direction. I guess i could research this now but remember "you will take a lot of bullets on a first draft trip".... the bullets would be traveling at 300 meters/second 25 degrees NW ( as an example). Speed is not a vector as it only denotes "how fast" and not the direction.... which brings us back to velocity and that jackass lawn maintenance bastered that started toady's ugly confrontation. The way I see it ... to be using a weapon as such and then to later claim ignorance deserves an automatic groin kick. That's why they license weapons and train with them.... but some people are just stupid and ignorant and the only reward is knowing that truth.... as well as letting some air out of their tires after they blow you off refuse to apologize and act like the physical assault was unwanted. I just don't buy the fact that someone with ear protection, safety goggles, and shin pads was unaware... and i believe it is true that they just don't give a shit about anybody else. I noticed he did a halfassed job gassing it up as you could smell fuel and see it around the cap... in retrospect i should have just lit the machine and let it blow up..(there was a brick wall i could have dove behind... next time) I do want to make a move to be more positive and funny rather than being me. Whoops. In a bar years ago in London Ontario the Embassy hotel... the band was the Rheostatics but i was hanging with Andrewski a guy I roomed with in first year. A proud alcoholic who at the time had what would be best described as an art piece that he described as his "empty booze bottle collection" it was a massive stash of empty crown Royal bottles.... I don't remember the show (except for The Wreck of the Edmons Fitzgerald.. and that only because I was being escorted out of the woman's washroom... one of those visual/auditory memories)... but we left at the end of the night and there was this bar next door that was probably affiliated and somehow we "tested" the lock and it went "pop". BOOZE yelled my accomplice and we entered..... as we got near the bar a bouncer came in and said "What the hell are you guys doing here" to which Andrewski replied "EH.... that's my answer to any question you have to ask!" and with that we left.... I have used that line probably 100 times since then. Andrewski is a truly great writer i hope he is writing today...... he also used the line "i looked deep into her eyes.. Unable to resist the pull of her beauty.. my lips drawn towards to hers..... and then she stopped me like a bad check".... You get me and him together and an episode of Looney Toons like the Froghorn Leghorn classic where Foghorn's old college buddy Rhode Island Red comes to visit.... the laughter goes on and on till near paralysis hits. This is definitely a new paragraph... but that will be obvious to the reader.. and i mean that in a singular sort of fashion... kidding..I like believing in me i like taking things and i like water and nighttime.... from the song the curtain draws.... Hennesy said it outside a pool hall, he was lighting a woman's cigarette it barely lit but it was light... as she motioned for a re-light he spoke strongly and with desperate immediacy "draw in!". I though that was hilarious a classic Hennesy a technical wizard in his own right. I through in the "the curtain draws" bit to give it a "stage feel"... recorded a version years ago in a small apartment in a bad part of town.... a siren went by and it made it to tape with the right timing. One acme wildcat..... it was Wile-cyote that took the business end of One Acme Wildcat... a veritable mauling... I like to maul when the time is right.....There is a world war going on... Anthrax to fear or not to fear.... fear mongering... or very real disaster.... time is the hunter and it will show the truth.\ Incense is what I'm burning... Incensed is different i think, is insence a word or not. Reminder to stop these kinds of thoughts.. the ones there there is a very real answer and I'm guessing but yet solidifying the guess with words.... words make the world go round.. that's not true... forces like gravity make the world go round.... around the sun and the world is a sphere... not the sun goes around the world (earth) and the earth is flat.... we all agree if not tune out.... if you could prove this and the governors of state didn't believe they might imprison you... ah the human condition it was gallelaio who was imprisoned for good science and common sense October 11, 2001 12:15 am... only i double coffee today... just had a wide painful pellet excrement.... and with that Super Robertson crosses a line drawn in the category of content. Buts lets remember I am a scientist... my name sits on an Honours Cell Biology class of '93 commemorative class photo on the Walls of the University of Western Ontario. So in fact making observations of this sort is essential to my ongoing research of mind body and behavior of Homo Sapiens in a broken world. Good night. October 10, 2001 Rained like shit on me today.. Kind Of a nice match for the way i have been feeling.... nothing quite like getting burned.. oh well really nothing you can do.. it's only money.. it's not i have a failure of a band that has so many commercial flaws i have to work like a bastard just to keep it afloat... or that my idea of a business solution is to keep making music the roadbed way which of course is a proven failure... maybe I could sell my sperm to science.. what would the label read.. something like.. send to incinerator. I was in my home town recently saw some of my old friends... houses, good jobs, kids..... and what's that you do mark...changed your name to super Robertson have made 4 records all of them total and absolute failures, so you shaved your sideburns I hear you went around with massive sideburns for years.... you told Kim your life ambition was to score a goal in overtime off your sideburns... did you succeed... "well no I almost got one it was on the goal line.... wow.. did i really tell Kim that".... so tell me what else you are doing.. " well you see i live with some alcoholics who smoke a lot and fight squirrels" and let me see " oh yea i deliver the mail" .... time to cry OK there has got to be something good about me... how bout nobody else has the ability to suck quite like me... my abilities to suffer embarrassment are truly amazing... I'm good at sports... I have good groove...I'm good with plants...I can cook.... I play bass and sing in the best band that ever graced the planet... there i feel good now back to the chronicles Have been stretching lately.. on a good exercise tip... the back feels good... feel alive. Been making mental mistakes lately... this bike theft should serve as a good reminder. October 9, 2001 So i get on the bus at Kennedy subway station and ask the driver does this bus go to Scarborough College? she says yes so I go to the back of the bus. Now she does come within 7 blocks of Scarborough College and i think maybe I should get out here in case this bus doesn't make that turn.... That turn on a rainy night.. a man in sandles (and nice white sicks of course), and a nice sheepskin jacket ..thanks Rosa... Things to count on at this piont.. Would Super Robertson be telling this story if there was no personal suffering.... Why mention this "turn"...symbolism or gibberish... We were almost at the fuckin Metro Toronto Zoo when that bitch said "this is the end of the line get off" i said " i thought you said you go to Scarborough College " she said I went by there"...... My options were all criminal at that time so i murmered for fuck sakes and got off the bus. Now i was in for a long walk, but there was what at first seemed like a shortcut... Just cross the 12 lanes of the 401 and then some light bush wacking hop through a few backyards and baboom I will probably save myself 10 munutes. Notes from the journey and a quick psycoanalysis: Cars move fast... notice how the horns change in sound as the distance changes rapidly.....Always buy sandles with "spider grip" soles you will be glad to have them when yor really need them... Never be too busy celebrating a successful crossing to not be aware of Raccoons making threatening sounds....( those things can really click at you and hiss and growl.. a good man can loose his orientation)... Also when it rains the vegitation is wet .. this can make for a damp experience.... Some neighbourhood dogs have obviously heard my verbal excanges with the said racoon and are now howling wildly... must avoid a bite. I got home wet tired unbitten and sick..... forget the psycoanalysis i must get away from that stuff. A point that came to me in the gym moments ago... I make it very hard for people to understand me and I cover all areas well... mumbling, unpredictability, inside jokes, incomplete topics, open ended answers to direct questions, multiple appearances, multiple personalities, various names for people.... someone should give me a medal.. the maintenance for all of this is incredible.. Actually Shockk understands innately....Two Sticks that's a different story.. he may appear like the voice of reason sometimes but lets not get into fiction now... it should be noted that shockk has the good sense to tune out. Been listening to the newest Roadbed recordings a so called test drive... that's how Roadbed started Me Two Sticks and The Rev. Dick Badcock were a band called Knockin' Dog We had a Rehearsal Space now called the Shockcenter and we had access every other night. Now I think Knockin' Dog was an superb band, we had many "Achilles heels" and one of them was slackassery when it came to music skills practice... the result was The room sat empty on many occasion... it was nights like these that I learned to play drums and I found my "musical attitude soul mate" in a man we call Shockk. He was always available to jam on nights that Knockin' dog did not.... we got a lot of work done wrote and recorded many songs... some of the earlier songs included Gibbering fool, frustrated man, sweet fresh vibe, and the beggar (**** the original 4 track version of the beggar is what is on Represented). The point is Shockk and I listened to those tapes on our own until we breathed that music... and when Shockk got a show in Shindig with a project he did called Roadbed "things went wrong" he needed a band... now the tape that had all of our recordings was labeled Marcomatic, which was a name coined By the Rev. Dick Badcock when he booked me to do an improv show which i did with Chris "too sharp" Sharpe and Barry "Higmason" Higginson of StationA with Shockk on drums... anyhoo we played Marcomatic songs as Roadbed and put on such a clinic (with 2 sticks) that we never looked back.... Except I look back all the time... but I'm a describer.... more importantly my bike has been stolen ....I suspect that the chronicles will be once again marred in festering hate as I come to grips with my total lack of transportation, financial ruin, and general difficulty getting to and from the Shockcenter.... I go down with my ships! October 8, 2001 an older friend has been through this before and his cynicism shins like the moon on a cloudless night.... the statement issued is cornfed... like cow manure... speaking of cow manure it is a problem the north American cow heard produce the waste of 100 million people per annum... where does all the shit go... into the water table... therein lies the problem. You learn things like this when you watch the news....as i did lately. Soon to play some serious Hockey the season is upon us must get my game in order. Speed, unpredictability, and relentless forechecking. October 7, 2001 back in business Greetings my people.. my life.. ah to be freely insane again recharged by the fuel of another town, with a broken music scene governed by some career slackasses who forgot why it was important in the first place. The moon and the beach and me had back to back to back sessions to open October.. saw and studied the phenomenon of a harvest moon, massive red beauty, and it came with a side of meteor that my father and I considered trying to find in a nearby farmers field... my dad had the line "gee that would be worth a lot....... provided it didn't go through your roof" we went to see ducks but it was hunting season... you can do the math on that one... did some calling with a Great horned Owl realized i was an octave high then my dad pointed out I had the call wrong.. I tried to cover with "the owl has a strange dialect" then we heard what we believed to be a spring peeper (small frog), my father wondered why that could be... its fall and they are no longer mating therefore why announce your presence to the local predators. Played last night..... this is my take.... i need discipline! dis clip line was how i remembered to spell discipline (Exactly Spell check saved me on this one) met Carl Fatman at the horseshoe tavern in Toronto... he is an amazing video golf player i watched him shark DST and HSE. First game he shot +19, then in an unbelievable round Carl Fatman held court in the corner of the bar stunning onlookers with a -9 first place annihilation of the wood-be-suckers DST and HSE. "He was incredible" gushed hordes of unidentified cheerleaders. He was apparently still angry over being laughed out of Much Music after offering to sign on board for an apparent 2 year 3 million dollar deal. Now I don't think he really expected them to pony up the dough but at the same time I know he wouldn't do it for any less. I feel in slow motion today, jet lag, couple beers ,, up all night, hungry, lack of exercise must correct that now nothing like a good sweat to bring on that good old feeling of rejuvenation. I feel sorry for those people who have the attitude that they are allergic to exercise... its about feeling good.. Less about looking good.. But if looking good makes you feel good I guess that works too.... ah but the underlying psychological factors: cause and effect Vs cause for effect that hopefully will cause effect I am going to leave that one as I sense an upcoming "foot in mouth" scenario if I continue. Rather think this....if you have your thought processes and they are delayed by poor "capture" skills do you ever get to the finish line? This was a question posed to me in the orbit room in between Sister Euclid sets. Now why would this question be poised.... probably because I had just blathered on ad nauseam trying to explain to some woman my ideas on art which lead into a procedures deceleration. By the end I could sense that she wished she never commented on my "unique" sense of fashion. What is wrong with this besides the obvious fact that I have used the word sensed too many times, but lets face it everything is feelings, and feelings are the root of most decisions that in turn alter our lives.. That's why i can see clearly that it was a mistake to consciously regiment myself to not have feelings.... and when i did *** to ignore them and see what happens. *** The Omen disasters Omens are very strong "feeling" related incidents... they end with things like: 1) near death experiences..... usually atop mountains but have occurred in automobiles and public places. 2) Soul numbing relationships where death seems like a viable option 3) exhaustion stress and bad vibes all around I am going to quit this list, as this being my first installment back from vacation... I should stay positive, however, it is important to recognize the Omens in order to stay positive because sooner or later one will loose all essential functions if the omens are ignored. I once misread an omen when i was a counselor at a summer camp... it was in-between sessions an I had the day to myself a heavy wind bent the trees and one cracked.... I read it as an omen from from the windsurfing gods.... of course calling me to take my place as "the chosen one"..... That day i did do a head-dip (a windsurfing hotshot move) It was an exhilarating 20 minute's until of course the tornado touched down. You cross that line where excitement turns to danger and then beyond Highlight of the show last night was Mule standing calm in full jeansuit giveing me the the "double guns at ease" greeting. September 21, 2001 Jim a man I work with has become violently resistant to his daily haircut. I don't know quite why i feel it absolutely necessary to cut his hair every morning for the past year. Rituals are important they give on a sense of being. What is "being".... asked the psychology professor... actually every class he asked is this rock being (there was a rock on his desk)./ The final exam question was this... Was the rock in the class being? The top mark went to the student who wrote incomplete with the c backwards. I don't know if it was a lesson in reality or an example of what tenure can do to a professor. It probably doesn't relay matter, kinda funny though there were students who took out massive textbooks spent hours researching and wrote worthless essays on vague and arguable concepts, and failed. A lesson in observing the obvious. Played hockey against Hey Rock the other night, a little body contact and a nice slash on the back of Hey Rock's legs. He stood me up at the blueline pretty good one time but i have a sneaking suspicion it hurt him more than me. Got the new Rubicon CD (sounds great) and told Hey Rock that me and Shockk may indeed join forces to open up their show at the Anza Club on Oct 6.... This has him very worried which is just where i like to have him ... afraid of what we will do next. Champ and the Harmony Brothers was a name I insisted Hey Rock use for one of his bands one time, but he has no balls when it comes to things like that. He wants to call my solo show (on the 6th) Shit sandwich, I say go ahead you don't have the guts to put that word on a bill / maybe he will / but i doubt it / unless he reads this and rises to the challenge. It all comes back to professionalism or the idea of what should be.... if the songs are good and the show is good that's all that matters.... Yes i know i stand alone on this one but hey when you see some of the stupid names for shitty bands that play the kind of dreck that they think will make them rich shit sandwich starts to have a nice ring to it. I mean i go out hear 3 bands whose names all have the same shall we say "astrological" kind of name, they all play the same kind of pop music (it's tight and they deliver it well). The problem they are all boring, nobody is listening, there aint a good song, its so unoriginal and the shticks are old, you can hear people talking about some bigwig being in the house.... anger coming on Its a fast food industry and I'm getting bad gas September 20, 2001 When you hear the word peck what do you think of.. a bird... a man at a typewriter... it's raining. Probably depends upon the context in which the particular word (in this case "peck") is used. Feel is open while fondel is more percise A line form an installment that suffered what is believed to be an accidental edit. Most likely a text selection error.... but that is good it was an opening statement that would jump off the page.... I believe it was followed with some gibberish about todays writing exrecise being undefined. Why go back and hammer it? low on ideas... both start with f .... a percpective assay exercise... how about a little of this and a little of that. life is consistantly presenting opportunity... what an optimistic statement from a guy who's head is so far up his ass he sketched his pyloric sphincter. Pyloric Sphincter What a word ... it is the thick muscular ring that works as a valve between the stomach and the duodenum When that thing goes you have real problems.. Talking abaout abdominal malfunctions that will reverberate thgoughout all aspects of your health. That's why i invented SUPER SPHINCTER.. a revolutionary tonic made from special "herbs" and a combination of hydrogen and oxygen at a ratio of 2:1. "Ever since starting a daily regiment of shocking back a bottle of SUPER SPHINCTER i noticed feeling better, colours become brighter as my day takes a turn for the better" Carl Fatman distinguished Journalist Others agree that taking a daily dose of SUPER SPHINCTER is the only road to good health Order yours now send $7 000 now to SUPER SPHINCTER P.O Box 29144 Delamont Postal Outlet Vancouver B.C. V6J 5C2 September 19, 2001 Another Wasp episode Yellow jacket.... The sting with the highest protein / acid ratio. What does that mean..... there are those those sting can cause more immediate pain ( if that's possible). "it is the protein that causes the real problems because that's what causes the allergic reaction" BG Robertson. Other quotes by BG Robertson include " I find that if they start dropping on your head, just landing and as if bouncing back up, it means that you better start making some changes and one of the best changes you can immediately make is to move away" and " well that may sound like a good idea now but i think if you were to get stung you would wish you hadn't" even better "these screens are just a great idea" followed shortly by "Now mark don't bugger that screen, just leave it it seems to be doing a good job" followed by " you know if you want something to do you can oil the hinges on the window" then "say now that you have the oil can out we should oil these screws and the wheel's on the fridge lets roll it out, oh god look at all the dust, now don't move we don't want to stir that dust or well be breathing it all day.... lets wet it with this mister that will keep it immobilized so we can at least get in there" and finally " you know mark if there is dust here that's a sign of things" Another tangent the yellow jacket is gone... for now... and a man sits alone at a computer. September 18, 2001 Just up and called a house party, should be an interesting mix, almost an experiment of sorts, a test, ... what to do, best to hire max out to take care of food, it's what he is good at and it will keep him busy. Hopefully the house doesn't get blown up in this "war on squirrel". It is very heated, Ray has lost his mind. There are young and the squirrel is very determined, and the house is old, and the wood is soft... soft enough for a small mammal with sharp teeth to boar a hole right through. No official bites yet but there was a close call in a scene involving 2 crazy Frenchman a ladder, and our good squirrel..... a stand off of sorts. Have you ever heard a squirrel scold a Frenchman, scare him, throw him off his game. I know the frustration i have lost in these games before. As a child myself and a boyhood friend hunted squirrel with specially carved and painted squirrel sticks. Never made a kill.... almost got one but it climbed straight up a brick wall.... up by my mom and dads room where my dad was sleeping until the squirrel stick made a date with destiny..... my 2nd squirrel stick bagged me a sucker fish from the Highland Creek river. Facing the music today had a conversation.... "you are smart, immensely talented, you obviously have work ethic .... why are you afraid of people" ..... If i only had a cyanide pill at that moment but no answer the question ... "well geeze you do understand that at heart i am truly a miserable SOB" ... long pause .. "somedays I'm so chaffed there is nothing left" ..... and then the voices come... its not a question to be answered with words rather just another reminder. There are many on my team / and they have been speaking / a call for leadership / thank god for Shockk and Two Sticks Hobbs September 17, 2001 Had a song dream today, the rare and illusive song dream, to remember and capture is next to impossible. But hey and old pro like super robertson doesn't wake for nothing...." Edmonton it's the same as its ever been and I hope the pond will freeze over" It was this reoccurring birthday song lead by some folky woman strumming a clock like an autoharp. We must have sang it 3 separate times... everybody sang in unison except on the third time she was early and i couldn't quite understand why .... then i woke up ..... it was a little boy's birthday and the song seemed to celebrate outdoor ice hockey rather than a birthday, but we all innately knew the lyrics. The only other noteworthy thing i can recall is that i became more of an observer, and my perspective moved gradually to the back of the room. September 16, 2001 The best advise came more like a reminder "stay coherent" .... seems obvious enough to follow but lets remember that this is me that we are talking about. A rule of show business is never show your weakness.... those thoughts and others knocked around in my brain last night. My horrible failure on both fronts had me seriously depressed, and quite rightly feeling like a true idiot. Is it time for the next step. It was a roadbed fan and good man that said it and when said it sounded less like a warning and more like something a certain Chemistry professor would say to stress the foundations of the lesson. Another way to solve this is to ban me from talking in-between songs. I don't know why i do and say the things i do, Derek reminded me of an old Robertson adage .... "Robertson doesn't play hard to get he plays hard to want" and it's true one only need to look at some of the emails i have sent out to people lately .... comes back to coherency, respect, and a genuine want for companionship ..... I need to get the balances right. Reminder to self..... the purpose of this is writing exercise. I thought at one time it could work as something else, but as time has shown me again I do not have what it takes. At least Roadbed rocks .... and from there i can fill my roll (must learn to keep the yap shut and the pants on) and be part of something good. I have love and good comedy, better 1 on 1 than 1 to multiple, I will nip this reoccurring problem in the bud...... thanks for all those who still stand by me SR September 14, 2001 Back to the idiocy of me. Because of the squirrel I keep the food up here which brings in the wasps. 1 wasp caught him 3 times sent him on his way but the wasp came back an i concluded that a torching was necessary...... Man Vs nature 2 wasps and 1 super robertson with makeshift flame thrower.... the score at this point in time: 1 Wasp casualty 1 wasp missing in action... most likely crawling around on the floor with singed wings waiting to settle the score ..... this is not a positive paranoia experience .. just found another hotspot .. looks like my new name will be singe sleeve robertson... better that than foot sting robertson ... goal now is not to become sting foot- singe sleeve Robertson .... got a new wasp at 11 o'clock ... have shoes on now .. i think the air attack is to draw attention away from the sting foot defense ..... NOTE TO ALL mace is not a good attack for closed personal space! having said that it seems obvious but i think I'm off my game Took shower picked up towel to dry head and have taken a severe Eye temple sting, clearly the most disturbing thing is that i have postponed my hospital visit to update my life and times column .... weird i feel like a hero... faintness rushing upon me (must climb down ladder to get out of here) but dedicated to a useless cause like a good soldier on a sunny September afternoon. Must seriously go. September 13, 2001 Public opinion how few people are responsible, and of those who have no control how many will die and suffer in the wake of things to come? How will this affect the planet .... Will this be the moment that realigns the future for the sake of good. We know the answers and it's not pretty. How many hours have been spent festering in front of the television hating? Is technology progress.... phone your bank and try to talk to somebody. About 4 years ago I was walking home and a van pulled up to me and 5 guys jumped out, a few hours later i was in the hospital with a fractured skull and abdominal bleeding. The cops took one look at me( i had beard that was a little gamey) and said "this is uptown" which means this guy is a drug addict and deserves what he got. It didn't matter and that that wasn't the case."A golden opportunity" someone told me, they were talking about a chance to not work and get paid. Fortunately I found the power to take this as a second life and i really believe had i not been given that "wake up call" I would have become stuck on the wrong path.... Before that happened I was kind of in a mold of what i thought i should be, i couldn't relate to myself or people, i could not express my ideas properly because i did not believe in myself. After that incident it did not matter, i moved got grounded i stopped and learned to listen, i began to read for the first time in my life ......Since then i have been more disciplined.... I have a musical manta ... "if I can't go up on stage by myself and present good entertainment I'm no good to my bandmates" i am after all Super Robertson I just gotta be me / go away sidewinder snake/ erase thoughts you had before / knock on inspirations door I almost failed gr. 5 because i did not understand english, I lived with the shame of knowing this and avoiding this .. post it on the Internet get it out of the closet .. make some room in there for a little of the old dry bones feel. (That was an inside joke that only 2 shall truly get) Something to feel / Hate / Irate / too late / fate / and why did this happen to me / singularly / unfairly / rarely / in touch with anything anymore / for / against / more like just don't care / but do / and my only weapons are the words of a shitty writer who can't spell and mispunctuates / why did this happen to me / said in a whiny voice / hidden in a shell / that looks like unity / but smells like shit / because of money / and resources that wouldn't be necessary / if we had listened before / Reduce Reuse Recycle / renewable resources / who said this / we are not willing to roll back our standard of living / To go the long way /within our means / sustainability / there will be greater casualties if the economy collapses / who could fend for themselves in the wild / and what would that wild be / somewhere people would live like a kings. The power of life is strong. One need only to look at the evolution of "superbugs", strains of diseases resistant to antibiotics. Life is not just humans, smell the day, breath deep and do something good. Do you believe in evolution, and if you do is that a crime against god? Teachers have been fired for teaching evolution. Is it possible for a group of humans to have an open mind? A band is a group of humans that make art i mean product. Your product should should have a specific and consistent sound, to write a hit song (which of course is the only goal) the book reads "choose a popular song on the radio, the kind of song you would like to write, play your favorite part of that song.... and then basically steal it. Change it slightly (alter the melody), sing some simple stuff about love (everybody loves a love song) write a simple repeating couple lines of tripe... and then start lubricating connections. I guess the book didn't read quite like that I kinda ad libed it from "part of that song". "Speak softly drive a Sherman tank laugh hard its a long way to the bank" A line from They Might Be Giants "Rhythm section want ad" I must get outside more September 12, 2001 Very deep afternoon sleeps lately. Waking up with thoughts like "is it morning or night" or "what day is it" and "where the hell am I". Haven't had a body part fall asleep. Sometimes I wake up and my arm is numb and flop around and when you touch it is dissociated i.e. you can't feel it but that in itself is so weird that it almost feels like something. Maybe that's because it's slowly coming back to life at a slightly reduced functional ability. When will the next Roadbed record be released? Is overexposure an issue for a band of our stature? Should there Be management? Has the way we have changed beneficial or ultimately destructive? Is posing questions food for thought and how does it differ from thought for food? Are the two the same? How long will these ass brain questions go on for? Where did you first hear the word "ass brain"? Glad you asked that question .... it was on the TV show Cheers when Diana asks Sam "Do you know the difference betted you and a jack assed brain?" to which Sam replied "No" set for the kill diane gives him "well the jack ass brain would". I have been filled with hate, and now i see the hate in others. The futility of hate, such a wasted emotion. To wrongs make a right when you subscribe to hate. Opinion polls are really what is important, and if everybody is watching the same TV reliving the same horror ..... the response will be justified. "The casualties will be in the thousands and will include all who witnessed this horror and those people will probably need counseling for years to come" ... yet we all have seen it over and over again. Violence Begin and then stop September 11, 2001 on 9/8/01 6:48 PM, super Robertson at superrobertson@telus.net wrote: > After the realization that everything was wrong and is now basically > irreversible a man carries on > SR > This thought has been in my head since I read it. I wish I couldn't relate to it so well. Willingdon black It was 2:39 am September 11 and i couldn't sleep did some business, and this message arrives... well Willingdon Black a couple million people just joined the club. The world trade center is no longer and that little Air Transat fiasco last week looks like Sunday tea with crumpets. I use to say the world has gone to shit... i think the revised version will be something more like.. The world went to shit a long time ago and this is the eternal aftermath. "Talk turned quickly from shock to retaliation..." I slept all day, yesterday was very hard on me, the afternoon was quiet. Weird feeling on the streets today the small corner grocery store had the biggest line up I have ever seen, and the Produce city was empty. And i laughed at the guy this morning at main and 10th standing in line waving both arms above his head crying "now that the border has closed up the price of food is going to go up.." i believe he had multiple can's of spam which of course was an enzyme to my laughter. Not funny though some things are funny others are not funny and that's the thing about living were all involved with everyone I remembered how to spell funny that is a victory, I'll take what i can get September 9, 2001 "On the drive Roadbed reigned terror on an unsuspecting hippie crowd. We had never played deep fried 3 times in one night... Until of course last night. Now it should be noted that once you play a song 2 x the book is open for a three peat.... Anhoo very exciting, CafŽ Deaux Sioeil was packed, standing room only and we destroyed. Its after nights like that.. I see clearly with my feat well grounded... "we will survive and we will conquer" oh yeah and "we will rock and roll"..... music please.... SR" (an early morning email sent to a few people on my list) Did show good well late night. I am a reflection of myself. Statements of the obvious tonight, do not underestimate the power of the obvious. Start from scratch, and build towards the insane and never loose sight of the finish line If i knew what my live would be would i loose interest or settle into a roll or have i already.... it is these things and others that i mull over when I'm not sure what else to do. Read and write crazily till the year end, do not spend new years desperately trying to summarize as the summary statement will probably resemble a slogan that can be barked, preferably through the window of Hey Rocks abode and hopefully punctuated with a snowball and swirley combination. Not making sense again, too much on the mind or nothing at all... good jam tonight and that's what mak What does that have to do with toady's exercise? fortunately toady's writing exercise has yet to be defined and therefore is open. We are an addictable society, keep everything at a prescribed distance away always fine tuning to achieve the desired affect, only somewhere along the way, we loose sight of the meaning of it all. Whenever something provides for it needs back fed through the cycle shall we say born again. This is heavy stuff,,,,,, but there is music sweet music my friend music. Think I'm taking this thing too seriously, i got to loosen up.... I'm just shitty writer, the ultimate con act gone wrong/ a bomb/ detonated in the face of it's operator. Do i care, I must or am i that disjointed and rejointed to spend my time pecking away like a jack ass. I love the word "jack ass" my jack ass hero's are: 1) Hank Best.... nobody could say ass hole like Hank Best, the father of one of my best childhood friends. A classic codger who his sons named him Gummer (which was interrupted for a summer when he was called convict after being arrested for "chasing off road bikes while swinging a chain" surely yelling beauties against the pandemonium). I recall George Bell dropping an easy fly ball at a crucial moment Of a Toronto Blue Jay pennant run.... had that perfectly nasally but barked with authority aaaa section of the word ass hole or Jack ass..... there were others***** must tell in full detail but would like to get at least a top three, just spat on the computer screen as a result of a violent outburst of laughter thinking about it 2) Beck Hanson for the line "belly flopping naked in a pool of yellow sweat/ screaming jack ass with a wet cigarette" on the song Truckdriving Neighbours Downstairs (yellow sweat) 3) The guy who is Jack ass that TV show, no I haven't seen it but i for years thought of my self as a Jack ass.. For many reasons all of them fruiting comedy on some level at some point in time. Tried to name bands Jack ass (finally succeeded a last year with 2 separate victories) the point being people hated that name and would have nothing to do with it, nobody would accept it even after a Superlative Super Robertson explanation that showed that there was no other alternative.... it's the only next move..... all the people at work thing I've gone mad and then boom the word Jack Ass in the top corner of Rolling Stone magazine, and then boom people think its brilliant, and then i hear what this guy does to earn the title, and that's fuckin rank his shit is so hard it makes my jack ass ring like chump operator. He is working for it he deserves it Fire cracker (talk of cab driver work into the obvious)... maybe a bit of Mr. Roberts or the essence of gibbering fool why j / Keith's description of a motivational exercise or why he likes a challenge but remember not fire cracker fire work...also more Roadbed songs now uploaded go home and then listen to roadbed now. That last bit was a reminder but the score is different now,.... things happened tonight that made me want to cry... sometimes when i work with people things can get very strange and when you assay for the same problem and get a different answer things get really strange, but I think it's a case of not listening to the questions... why? and it is that question and the posing of that question knowing that there is an answer somewhere..... but crying for funerals and sissies and over emotional types. My friend Jim bob ate some acid one time he cried tears of joy then got hit by a car in a parking lot.......oooo moral Robertson tries to put a clean living righteous spin on a half truth. The squirrel living in the wall by the kitchen is causing foul odor's and is most likely related to the lice outbreak in the roommate downstairs.... I must see this as the omen and recall how i keep reliving the horror of the dismissed omens. Neglecting the facts is always a bad trip, well the trip can be Good but the destination... must take action now because roundworm could be around the corner. I put ten bucks on that squirrel biting someone before this gig is up, but i of course have the advantage of hearing first hand about the extermination techniques. I'll save those for a rainy day practice good posture September 8, 2001 Delete key pressed and repressed or just held down, select the text and delete with one fell swoop. This is your articulation therapy skills CLINic, not really a proper insight into anything in particular. There are various ways to delete text as outlined above, the "select text and delete" being the most efficient (barring a rereading to choose the text which may set of one of many "project stall disasters"). This is the same for all things in computers there is always a shortcut .... which reminds me what the hell am i doing with my life. Just played an acoustic set feel much better now played some old songs i had forgot about until of course i remembered them. That's right its the Super Robertson take on things, a virtual carcass on a hot road. What if my parents read this gibberish.... my mom has some letters I sent years ago to her and she said "I'm holding on to them so you can read them one day.. You won't believe the things you wrote", she warned me, and she still cannot believe that her beloved son may indeed have trouble grasping the boundaries of a normal man. My dad who i once overheard tell my girlfriend at the time "mark is (long pause) different", which of course caused me to break out in a loud piecing cackle. I like to think that like my father i am so full of common sense i stand out like a broken kitchen window... i myself had no time to hide the baseball bat and get a story together. It's funny looking back at life like that my constant mischief resulted in severe property damage ... and other minor criminal activities ( the equation goes like this take something, house, forest, property ex... ad me with accomplice equals damage done) my guilt was so obvious.... smelt like forest fire, covered in drywall dust, eyewitnesses, loose lipped accomplices.... i always figured i could lie my way out of it, which i couldn't of course and the i paid the price. I guess that's how you learn there are 2 roads... fight the system or swim with it. That said this installment has been and all time low and i will not forget that and try to do better in the future. Together now deep breathing and back stretching I should write my mom and dad September 7, 2001 Head hurts bad gas silence broken only by the occasional key clicking, remember your posture therapy stance. Roadbed set to play Cafe Deaux Soleil tomorrow night..... what to do abut that .. I get the feeling a little improv... hopefully Hey Kristian will come with trumpet ...... I believe Roadbed could pull off a metal show to the unsuspecting peace mongers on the drive... time is the hunter and it will deal the cards when the time is right. Just stay sharp on your game, your inner musician will take the reigns like a well trained combat unit. Autopilot until you force some turbulence testing your team skills, yank out the tablecloth leave the china untouched. The other option look like and idiot in front of the room, not to likely, those that are listening will appreciate the attempt, and may find comedy in error. I remember playing like a shithouse (a term an old hockey coach used to describe out team play) coming off stage and Smash was there i said "that was a disaster", he said "NO", I said lot of bad notes ha said "NO", he wouldn't have any of it. Now Smash and reality are nicely disjointed, and therin lies the point ... perspective .... in Physics they refer to vector movements (meaning it has quantity and direction) and it all changes with a thing called piont of reference. It should be noted that me calling smash crazy or at least insinuating that is less like "calling the kettel black" and more like an admission of "like" mind. September 6, 2001 Cool nights help turn this ______ a deep electric purple. Cool mornings chill super Robertson on the way to work. Crack out the gloves and a wise man never losses a good toque. Actually he always losses toques but he is aware of this and as a result has hundreds of them all over the place maintaining consistent availability. I believe my ocean swimming days may be up for the summer (barring any boating accidents). A lot of shark attacks in the news lately. As a kid I remember hearing of sharks being caught in the ST. Lawrence river, and extrapolating that to the possibility Of a Georgian Bay shark attack. I was aware of the welland canal and how its existence had facilitate ells populating lake Ontario and Lake Errie. What can swim can go anywhere....... But what about the freshwater.... I had it all worked out the shark would survive long enough to make the journey.... and in that time the freshwater would start what experts would later describe as "jaw snapping seizure's". The real question being why would a child have these thoughts while swimming in Georgian Bay on a nice August day? Any good shark stories out there? I got a job one time because of bear stories. A few treplanting classics, i could see it in my interviewers eyes. He shared the love of the fear. He was a bear specialist where i like to dabble in shark and the occasional crocodile. Problems with a crocodile fear fetish are as follows: One would have to be absoloutly crazy to swim in crocodile infested waters, even without a surely fatal crock attack one is dealing with leaches, pike, definite ear infection waters. Must change topic to recall when I was 17 and there was a classic pike paranoia session. We were Jr. Rangers stationed in Wawa Ontario. I can't remember how or why we ended up by one of those classic Northern Ontario lakes by the highway where you would see a moose. We fished for a bit (using Flatfish *****remind author to tell of various flatfish disasters, probably should have just gone off topic again however) and I got a snagg. Down to a dwindling supply of flatfish I went in swimming to get it, naked of course. Have you ever seen the jaws of a pike, or felt the vigor with which they attack. Now once I get the flatfish which is out some I become aware of the fact that I am indeed trolling. Now you can't go too fast, there being dead trees with "shin piecing" branches, but how fast can i man swim in a one armed dog paddle. Slowly we define ourselves, breath is the foundation of life. September 5, 2001 Sex desire lust Confusion There are monkeys that use sex as a form of greeting. But I am human and the rules are different for this guy. The world is heavy with rights and emotion and the freedom of democracy, which carries with it certain civil responsibilities. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Chirality is defined as a mirror image. Your hands are chiral, put them next to each other and see them as a reflection in a mirror. Opposable thumbs allow for the precise use of tools. Thumbs massage the flesh and the mind relaxes though not at ease rather excited at the prospect of what might come next. A tender mind lost in a harsh world, left to entertain itself in the prison it call's antonym. Shockk said it best "big sex equals big problems". I walk the line between good and evil. Embrace the world as you would your lover and let your melody guide you. Poetry is a true jack ass sport what goes back comes forth. Opportunity or big decision..... I go back to what I know best, the world of imagination and make believe. A world where everything is of use to me to point me to a new direction. There is a hundred ways over the fence and I want do do them all if it takes me all day, so i can't sleep at night and everything is normal again..... all of it consistently unpredictable except for the eventual mess that is created. Some may call me "entropy machine" and not just because it sounds good. I accelerate decay. For sport i pick at social fabric and watch it tear because there is so much comedy in futility. Again remember breath deeply every day, and take it as it comes. September 4, 2001 In a dream i realized that if nothing control's you, your conflict balance may be out. Love is an easy and obvious example for everything so here goes. If you love someone there is a power over you. The flip side: Walk around don't answer to nobody, do what you please when you please. Essays could be written and wars could dole out casualties till the end of time and still the discussion would go on (I hate discussions). The one point from the dream, that i hope to outline is this: The one that succumbs to the power of love, must fight that power to work it out successfully. The one that does how he/she pleases, is not tested. Why tests are a good thing It's the cornerstone of learning September 2, 2001 Found a caramel ate it up but yesterday was full of bad luck, car died, camping over, there will be no summit. What does this mean ... Some 21 tandem overdubs got done, bought a few books, went to a few shows, hung out with Smash and Willingdon black, got caught taking beer off other tables after the people who were sitting there left (hadn't actually drank any, was considering it but mostly I was trying to make a point ..... that I will get to some other day) ...... fortunately a guy like me is well versed in the art of making an ass of himself. While I was in the hot car hearing horns, sirens, and other annoying sounds, minutes after I blew the starter ... I felt the mistress anger stick her tongue down my throat as we embraced again. Then i thought "glad this didn't happen in the parking lot of save on foods in squamish". If that happened i believe my efforts would have entailed, removing license plates, filing down serial numbers, pack up a few tapes and look for some tall grass. I kinda almost wish that happened, force me into a new situation. Just thinking about it is causing me to consider walking out the door and never coming back. That is until i get hungry and tired and have to crawl back to this existence. I don't feel to good about that NBA Jam victory bit i did a few days ago, I think i really missed the feeling, and failed to capture my enjoyment of the event. Maybe it was because so much of it was visual and soundtrack. English skills would really come in handy. I guess you got to take a lot of bullets when you're on a first draft trip. "The typewriter keys click a man thinks describe, as an old man once prescribed". August 31, 2001 My advise to filmmakers: Never allow nonbelievers on set, have a loose plan, screen your actors, understand frame boundaries, always be ready to change, know the difference between a good idea and a bad idea, trust yourself, allow failure it is a great learning exercise, groin kick people who watch and say things like "It's kind of like that movie ______ , you gotta do it like they did it, wouldn't that be great" or "You can't do that because....." , or "why don't we just wait until we can do something that we can't do now, because we don't have...". Never underestimate the power of the disorganized. A tree grows in an irregular shape each branch may seem ordinary but its function is to give rise to new leaves and then branches each dependant on the action of the word begat. The main exercise here for me is to not reread that....... its a sure lead that will have my right peck finger do some Morris code action on the delete key, like that kid on the ferry years ago. Ha Ha my greatest NBA jam video basketball victory. I still to this day find myself yelling out "woorthy!"(James A Worthy) Played for the lakers, wore kick ass glasses, and could not miss a three point shot. Every time he scored you would hear He's on fire... Wooorthy! Boom shack a lack. The kid I was playing had challenged me proclaiming "mom I'll be there in a minute, I just got to kick this guys ass" So you can imagine his shaming having me yell Woorthy! boom shack a lack along with the game. Now I shouldn't have even been in the game, but for Worthy, and the fact that the kid was so angry he was off his game. I was up by one the final seconds he had the ball in my zone but he couldn't shoot. He was trying too hard probably shot circuited the shoot button***. The game ended I did my victory laps he was crying... then I trash talked him. This is a problem I have been having lately.... must dial 604 before the 7 digit number I am dialing. The problem is the fact that doing the 604 bit goes through a different pathway in ye old brain and that pathway is not very well connected to the 7 digit number. *** As all video game junkies know its all in how you push the button. If you hold it down for a bit and then release it you get a different shot. The beauty of NBA jam was the versatility and showmanship variety within each player and among the players as well. Roadbed needs that game and a bubble hockey table (willing to trade for an original Super Robertson charcoal and pastel on paper). August 31, 2001 Had a few phone conversations today had some thoughts these were a few of them... camping is good my goal shall be to be nicely inebriatedby an nice raging fire under the stars positioned correctly for sunday's summit and get back for the monday night ween show, man I gotta do some streatching, what is success and where am in it, Go for nice coffee (emphasis on nice spoken kind of like a frenchman), will Carl Fatman go to ween, I must eat, I need to hydrate,I need to breath, I must stop trying to capture evey thought hunched over squinting, this is so rediculous, i must once again ease back to a gental understanding being, I must make video copies Whenever things start to go I must be aware and make an effort...if you want to take out you must put in. August 30, 2001 First off my apologies to anybody who felt the stress of the Roadbed surprise quiz last night at the Railway, I was wrong to swear at you in a ill-fated attempt to motivate. Congratulations to the Jls the destroyer team for getting the top score of (8/18) and winning the roadbed-o-phone. As well Grant for a strong 2nd (7/18), he took home the Roadbed recipe box. She said she had her mind on / there was no class on that Tuesday night / Keep off the grass there are no distant people / we are overcrowded / streetlights across the park / I saw the answer in my shadow...... is unrelated to......... approximately an hour after drinking the sour milk the inspiration for a toothbrushing occurred at a greater will level than the energy expenditure of going upstairs thought the 500 pound snackass.... which is impolite insulting and unrelated to .... Take one was all about the random noise of the typewriter take two was delayed lyrical content take three was extra precision ..... has some merit and could be worked in to the development that yield's ..... there a a number of musicians at the free keg-a-thon, the music was blues, I myself set up by the keg and cheese tray. Listening to this song probably called "she's a curler", giving me an Idea..... note to self (say in Carl's presence " It's like love is a doughnut, she's a cruller"). I'm not making sense again, I think a sign off early rule needs Implementation. ***Final note is a cruller the doughnut that resembles a truck tire August 28, 2001 insert date protocol has given me yesterdays date... it is 1:18 am. And I have just inserted yesterdays reality or misreality at that. I explained that as an effort to keep it real, the other option being going into the system preferences and messing around. I don't like the side effects when I do that. Maybe in some cultures slipping into blind rages is considered spiritual on some level but its just too hard on the health. Thai's the one thing about this whole music trip Thai's been good for me.. Episodes of spiritual discomfort have been reduced dramatically... creativity cures the soul as it isolates it further and this goes on until you can no longer see the shore. I see the nemeses coming but I can live with that fate... how do I know what I can live with. When in doubt remember back to my treeplanting days, nothing can be possibly worse than that. I mean work like a bastard all day for next to nothing inhaling the mosquitoes that aren't eating you alive, come back to camp and the cook who happens to be the owners wife tells us 1 chicken leg each. That cheap bastard $22 a day camp costs and he hires his wife who can't cook and has a bad attitude then that shitass walks around camp calling us pussies... Peter you are an asshole and you will rot in hell. August 28, 2001 I'm all shocked up (excited about the cause), today no wrong can be done. Better watch it my last lesson on the topic of invincibility ended with a fiberglass cast. Just got sucked into a deleting disaster. Words are.......well hot damn just two sentences ago I was on top of the world now I can't think, distractions all around. When I was in the eleventh grade I use to cheat in Latin class by pretending to be too hot and having to take off my sweater, you know struggle a bit, the head pokes out sees what it needs to see. Why do I mention this... I almost felt guilty.. no..... school is stupid..no. The answer to that question is I don't know.. This is so weak I do however have a thing against education as a business. " I must do this to get this". Nobody thinks for themselves anymore and you dare not be out of fashion. That means you must buy new clothes, stay in tune with television, like what you peers like its just so much energy to maintain. My greatest disappointment in life was growing up and finding out that many never do. I'm talking about basic responsibilities, accountability, and an awareness of self. But what do I know about self. Everybody's a self and were are all different and unique in our own way, part of a system on its way out. Survived striven conquered and destroyed......the song Just a touch of pepper released on the cassette Roadbed live at the shockcenter goes like this: Just a touch of pepper / spray me in the face / I am a member / of the human race / a disgrace / destroyed the world in a flash of time / the evolution got out of line / and the needs of some are important / and the needs of others are not .........©roadbed1999. Now life aint fair and it never will be and it never is for any organism so don't expect it to be. Talk about negative.... the facts are often this way. What do you do about it..... I say use education to expand your mind to be able to think and fend for yourself. It's 2001 and we are starting to pay for water the planets full and we have a public system that rewards politicians who go for the fast buck and duck. Its already a "every man for himself" system operating behind fronts of strikes and bad public service "give me more money or starve me out until I am reminded that what I have is bearable" ...... Going off the deep end time for a summary statement : Plant a banana tree, those efforts will produce more bananas in the long run. August 26, 2001 Soothsayer what a great word. So soft and powerful and so certain. It was Shakespeare who used soothsayers to foreshadow. Pros pull there punches when the true reality is bone damage. Everybody knows somebody who has broken their hand punching a wall. Talk about blind rage. Don't get me wrong some of my best killer shit has been fueled my the mistress anger. If your anger has a reason and your reason adds up and you do your articulation therapy homework it s all good. Power of mind under crisis, stress therapy, good technique when typing allows the thoughts continum...what would that be like? English and tying the two classes I had to resort to deception to pass. Take English at night school its a remedial level...and break your hand therefore you can't type therefore you get a conditional pass. Advise to young people never sit in the front of typing (keyboarding) class. What may happen is that your teacher will see you looking down at your hands and may decide to make an example of you. She may attempt to correct you ways by making you have paper over your hands, which in turn may lead to a misunderstanding which may greatly amuse your classmates prompting raucous laughter thus infuriating you good teacher further starting a rift that may never heal. Lloyd on the other hand a friend of mine who was at the back of the class got away with murder. He could even have half his typing done before the timing began eyes focused on the typewriter pecking away like a madman. August 24, 2001 When I was in high school I understood the math problems, but I got the wrong answer due usually to a silly arithmetic error. I knew this but still I couldn't be bothered to triple check I still pass. The analogy is that if I could just proofread these chronicles ( in my head they are called "life and times Robertson take) I could do such a better job. It all goes back to that erasing and deleting thing and in the end getting nothing done. Wasted potential or a conscious effort to remain in the zone where you are at the very least active. Staring at a computer screen has been giving me a good case of wonk eye. Its Friday I need to face the reality of what's on tape. The book is closed on the back to back to back to back all night shockcenter sessions. I hope the fruit that is the 21 tandem repeats full length provides some nourishment. Took the day off yesterday Holidays are over need to sell records to make records yea I know I mean cd'c Just that to me the word cd sounds like sissy. August 22, 2001 2,365 words on Represented and Knockout hits... I know this only because I have finished typing them to give to gforce for this site. Should we take a moment to understand the true magnitude of the gforce creative genius. Look around.. Thoughts I had when typing them out were as follows I have poor typing skills, A lot of Canada references in our music, its seems to be evolving nicely towards the deranged and I am a hack. A hack is not a negative thing to be if you live in my brain. I think it stems from my hatred of the word professional. I think it's because I have seen and heard so much amateur drivel presented with the stress level of "professionally" that I just want to kick some privates. I must always strive to make my points clear and abbreviated. Always something to work on Have you ever really listened to people complain. The solution is there clear as a yellow bee on a red flower and everything will remain the same and it just goes on and on forever. August 21, 2001 sometimes being on holidays is more work than work. Ambitious projects lately ... not to worry everything still ends up a mess There has been a small movement toward censoring these writings, we all know what my answer to that will be. "Lets worry about things that matter" was some advice my father gave me one time, I believe it was followed with.."Lets stick with the facts". Facts are good but sometimes they can get in the way. Especially if you are one to operate in terms of processes. An example would be the truth in the statement "never let the facts get in the way of a good story". A fact is that no roadbed member has ever had formal musical training, a fact that need not get in the way. However if you were to take a course on how to be a musician that would be the bulk of the textbook. There are many ways to get to the finish line and as long as you are happy running the race good for you. Also never let what you can't do get in the way of what you can do.... holy crow really going off on the preachy spiritual vibe. The other option of course is to talk about bananas. I like a banana in a blender with milk and an instant breakfast. It would be good to meditate before I got moving in the morning but that would cut into my sleep August 19, 2001 2:07 am Chips crunch i my mouth ... BBQ .... I bet that word won't be recognized by the spell check. Roadbed fans treated Roadbed to some vocal accompaniment At the Purple Onion the Other night how lucky we are to have good people come and listen and join in in the festivities. Played a Jackass has haybreath cover song.. I think it's called BengalTiger I lost the tape case so I'm not sure that it is the actual title ( send corrections to super@roadbedonline.com ) Anyway the song went well and I myself did my best to do Willingdon Black justice. Bengal Tiger is what you say you are is what you are BengalTiger is what you are BengalTiger Snow Leopard Its all in the pronunciation and delivery, and that in itself is the spirit of rock and roll. It all comes back to a basic level of enjoyment. And really how can you go wrong when you do a hard-core number. Look around for things to describe / but there are things everywhere / and some may be incriminating on some level / so hide / in the comfort of the half truth / the things that are almost true on the basis that they are accepted as fact due largely in part to a constant atmosphere of denial. How can a half truth even exist and why does their reality continually affect me in negative ways. Sometimes I regret the decision I made years ago to not consider sanity as an option, but mostly I don't even care ...... what if when my generation gets to old age the "banks" decide not to honor any accounts what are we going to do about it. Not that I think that there will be any air to breath and water will probably cost $100 a liter. Slipping into desperate anger will sign off now August 18, 2001 Some thing are funny while their not funny but that's the thing about adverbs .... Things are never done around here in the world of Super Robertson. I live in disorganization I mean everything around here no longer serves it original purpose and many useful things are out of view. My phonebook was last sighted when the tree outside my window was budding which inspired the poem: The tree outside my window is budding/ I myself am restless/sleeping pills/ I'll talk to you tomorrow Was at the Shockcenter tonight, some 21 tandem repeats stuff. Came to the conclusion that I suck. Time is the best cure for the 4 track blues. I find that I can see the beauty once I have become detached. I try to be an example of detachment, it comes in handy when feeling could get hurt otherwise. What's best for the band is not always best for the individual ... the easiest path is often found after a well articulated debate .. you need of course listeners and team players. August 16, 2001 Soon to play the Purple Onion, feeling indifferent. Feeling mild horror over the first installment, but I guess that's the name of the game. Should have paid attention in English Class. Hey Rock just phoned asking what time we go on tonight...i give him the old "you never know about these things.... 10:30-11:00 should do it". Having trouble writing today's installment, keep deleting and rewording and ending up with nothing. The answer to this is to just write about anything at all get in the groove and in time your articulations will become sharp like the wit of Willingdon Black in the face of disaster. Willingdon Black can say things under his breath with the perfect quiet precision required. Its so perfect it has to be real...examples will come later when they are not so damning to my cause. Comedy is everything. Some things are funny some things are not funny but that's the thing about funny it doesn't stop for anything That is a line in a song I wrote years ago...how to make it better. I like the Idea and it fits the melody perfectly.. But it makes no sense..it alludes to something that makes sense.. I think it should be Some things are funny while there not funny and that's the thing about funny it doesn't stop for anything. Except I still don't like the "Doesn't stop for anything" bit Going to be late for the show. August 14, 2001 What is a website? How is it useful? Why should people go there? And is this going to be an enjoyable pursuit for myself? These Questions give rise to other questions for example What is professional with respect to art and a rock and roll band? In fact who even cares about quality? it is indeed a fast food industry, and I'm stuck in the middle of it. This is the roadbed website, Your connection to the Super Robertson take on things. I am an artist, funny the word artist to declare yourself one its kind of like barging in and joining some club. Art is cool right, and cool attracts idiots, posers, and confused souls desperately subscribing for a sense of belonging. Of course Art attracts lovers, lovers of things beautiful and you can find beauty in anything. Don't get me wrong I mean i love innocence and I want people to have a good life. Talked myself into a corner...am I really going to post this on the web site...I don't really know what else to do I make music, dabble in visual Art, make movies and write things that may be classified under the concept of poetry. In my spare time I like to camp, play music on nude beaches, create things and play hockey. My problem is this.... I have this band with The Shockker and Two Sticks called Roadbed...We are truly Independent and we would like to be heard because we believe we have a lot to offer music. So basically what's happening is that this here will be the Super Robertson take on the life and times of Roadbed a book written before your eyes. Now I hate the term book because it alludes to a final product which is not really the goal here...anyhoo I am going to post this up on our site let the chips fall where they may and let what happens next happen next... -SR