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February 6, 2020

strange gossip THE END

At some point, years later, I looked up the anti-suicide PSA. There was Robert Smith, crooning over a bunch of sad hipsters in a graveyard. I watched it again and again.

I was enthralled.

They had made the right choice.

The song was beautiful.

And Robert Smith was beautiful.

And the hipsters were beautiful.

They looked familiar.

One in particular, especially.

She looked suicidal, and then she didn’t.

I watched her, over and over again.

And I felt better.

Little by little, I felt better.

It was a pretty effective PSA.

I didn’t feel suicidal at all.
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Published on February 06, 2020 08:07

February 5, 2020

sixtenth strage gossip

"But it's not necessary in the near future. We have to pay a lot of illegal money if you? Constantly improve the look, you know. Our document is simple. We're probably good ideas and we can help, but it may not be paid. He sees you. "

"Of course," I replied. "It's devastating."

I'm ashamed, but it can occur. That, in a sense. It is a fact that, at least if I understand a little. You can get. The you involved concept, don't worry about it, maybe it can be a mess.

That night, I went to the library, and to a spreadsheet by creating the public. You are the future of gifts in the restaurant. And I Home SantoEugene my study loan payment, work and other living expenses there is little reason. I added it to the beginning of labels. I saw a very small man. I was eight years ago, and the student will not be able to get the loan and the other seven will be repaid.

Another group may include a requirement. He must pull out of the Nile. Nothing is everything and nothing.

Snow has Gary. Come spring.

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Published on February 05, 2020 06:30

February 4, 2020

strange gossip nunber fifteen

Every Tuesday night a guy from the recording company called for an upgrade I think he would check out some of the useless indie rock bands on this court table every week and put me on the list Tuesday.

I think he'll send an email instead. I think it will all be replaced by emails.

He said they have a new plan. They wanted to give me licenses to try and make me one of my best songs. Something as great as kids movies, car advertising, credit card advertising, video games and the trampoline are the ultimate dhch to try. Anything, anything. But no luck, no one buys.

He said he had high hopes of working for the public in a suicide prevention campaign. But then they didn't like it, and the song lost something when Cure opened the vault's familiar flow.

"The outdoors is bad," he said.

"So what now?" I asked.

He laughed. He told me I had to pay first.
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Published on February 04, 2020 06:52

February 3, 2020

four teen strange gossip

I signed up for some more forms and immediately people stopped buying T-shirts from the online store. Then people stopped downloading my good song. At that point they stopped transmitting it completely. The dollar went wild for a penny. Then nothing.

A car approached me on the road. Everything went forward. Nothing to see here.

I'm not actively thinking about everything that happened. I let it evaporate as a drug tour. Like a dream. I can no longer remember what the tall girl looked like. It's gone now.

But I spent a lot of time thinking about my dead pets. I was lost and had nothing to think about while eating at the restaurant. It wasn't in my mind at all
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Published on February 03, 2020 09:20

January 31, 2020

STRANGE GOSSIP: THIRTEENTH

Shortly afterwards, the newspaper company called and said it would not release the album. He said he did not match their vision for the Indie Rock talent search initiative. He said it would be incompatible with their plans for release. He says these things are happening, no one is wrong. But he said in a way that made him think it was my fault. I couldn't talk to him about the dream, the dream, what happened. So I ask what will follow.

There's always something to come - that's the power of an avalanche.

"Well, that means no product will ever be released to restore the progress you used to capture and everything."

"Okay," I said. I asked if I should bring it back.

"I'm sure we can think of something, it's constantly happening," he said, though he said it in a way that made it clear there was no continuity.

The next time a journalist shows up, he should say that he will exercise all rights to good music and sell his product on the web for advance payments.

"The progress was great," he said. "But it's still a steady stream of income, we'll keep it for a while until it's removed, simple stuff, you don't have to do anything."

"And then;"

"Then shake your head and you'll start getting your rights."

"And how long will it take?" I asked.

"It depends on how far we can get out of it," he said. It sounds like reading a chapter. It's like running a business.

I think on the other hand I hear rough paper. "I feel good," he said. "You wrote a great song, and no matter what, it was very cool." I thought of the word "compression".
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Published on January 31, 2020 08:19

January 30, 2020

twelfth of strange gossip

Finally, the record companies say they are not allowed to play shows using the band's name. Quality control and legal issues. But it's good, I don't want to do the show anymore. I do not know what to do.

I pushed my head out the window and wanted to get out of the truck and drink. I throw 40 capsules on the rails. Hopefully the debris can be seen under the moonlight at 70 mph. The dream of a tall girl and I was trying to fix things. But it is impossible.

But I came back to work in a restaurant. I like to kill time and get rid of it. I asked the landlord not to release me and sign my remaining down payment in exchange for a lease for five months. I think a lot will happen in 5 months. He called me when the check was cleared. Well, I think. Who cares.
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Published on January 30, 2020 10:34

January 29, 2020

strange gossip eleven

The band went home and returned to work, family and music. I spent a week in the mechanic shop. The studio engineers are really girls who still have to smoke in the street.

We tried our best to make boring songs more interesting. Some of the live drums were replaced by drum machines. He tried to distort some guitars. When we tried what we tried, we threw a drawer full of cutlery on the floor and used it as a trapping sound like metal tape. He looked at me every time we stopped.

She felt like a witch, did the same with similar people, had the same sad consequences and knew what had happened.

I have never been with her. I was just working on music. It was still amazing. He laughed at how wonderful it was. I sent a record from the hotel room to the label, took the taxi to the airport and returned to the vulgar basement. There were no more emails than the eviction notice.
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Published on January 29, 2020 12:15

January 28, 2020

strange gossip Tenth one

The record company will try again. They gave us new breakthroughs, lived and moved on to new equipment. But I was empty and I had no idea.

So I decided to write 12 songs without worrying about whether they made sense, if they were catchy, or not interesting or anything. We just started singing and we needed something naked, something that needed to be improved. But I could only write 10 songs. It wasn't even a song. Everyone relaxed about the books I read at university. Some were for the same book because I hadn't read many books in college. They are vague, surreal, nonsense arriving at a bald chain. Some thoughts.

All the threads I tried to follow were finally separated.

All the sounds seemed dull and out of place.

While the rest of the band improvised with my predictable lyrics and my refrain, I thought, but not the music. Only a dream girl. I did not understand. And each time the group looked at me and cut me, my dreams became more distant and vague. The emotions, location and sound of her voice fade, merging with other memories and dreams.

To continue playing for the rest of the group, I made arbitrary intentional requirements for each song to report that I had invested deeply in my vision for the entire album. I claimed to have claimed something wild and frustrating. I desperately portrayed a very specific and predictable character and persuaded them to trust me.

Each song was wonderful in itself in a special way.

But in most cases, all of the songs were boring.
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Published on January 28, 2020 07:51

January 27, 2020

strange gossip - Nine

I spent eight weeks trying to write an album in Atlanta. The night before, I was dreaming of a teenager. This dream was not sexual. He sat on the couch and apologized. When asked why she apologized, she underlined her knee and then her knee. She made some movements with her finger.

She said she did not understand and shook her head. She said it was her fault. When he met us, he said he thought I was a witch. He said he thought he knew what we were doing when we did. When he said that, I vaguely remembered my genital senses and genitals from my first dream. Lift up, shy, I said right, I'm not a witch. Pull the lower lip.

It was like all the first albums were there. Then I recorded. The idea in my head after that was just boring echo. The sound of my song is over and my heart is empty. Therefore, nothing is saved and nothing is saved.
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Published on January 27, 2020 13:08

January 24, 2020

eight for strange gossip

They let us order what we wanted to eat at the hotel. The next day, I was drunk at breakfast and felt like a rock star, but when I returned to college I felt I had better food and drink. It was good. And wonderful. That was it.

They made another copy of my CD. Other logos of high quality printed brochures. Real glossy paper. They made t-shirts, posters, patches and pins with small cellophane wrappers and stacked them in new shiny cardboard boxes. In 2004, he went on tour as one of the band's first artists to have a certified gold album. You do not need to sell your shirt. Travel on a tourist bus with bunk and satellite television, Wi-Fi and free rolls. We play in front of thousands of people with real audio equipment. There was no more stupid part to pay live. There were no more comments, there was no need to carry the amplifier, and no one who seemed drunk tried to feel you. I played 36 shows, 37 minutes of music every night. This includes one of my songs and the version of Cardigan's Love Fool. The audience sang both in each show we played.
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Published on January 24, 2020 09:42