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Mar. 12th, 2010 | 02:41 pm
music: Hole In The Fence // The Positives by Person L


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voice boxes and pretty teeth

Jan. 19th, 2010 | 03:22 pm

i drew a picture in the shower door, but you didnt see it.
i left a note for you in the window, but you didnt read it.
i made a song for you with frets and strings, and trumpets drums and vibes and things, but you didnt hear it.
you didnt hear it.

i imagine you can do without, all the things i leave about.
like letters in your inbox, and casual small talk.
compliments on little things, like voice boxes and pretty teeth.
and taste in movies and candy.
and family scars and your mother's rings.

you can do without those things.

Analog Rebellion - Voice Boxes, Live Acoustic Video from Daniel Hunter on Vimeo.

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Jul. 7th, 2009 | 04:17 pm

We once again have the attention of the world. President Obama is in Russia restoring our image and a nation and the memorial service for Michael Jackson has demonstrated the incredible musical gifts we have given to the world. There is love in the air if we want to inhale it.

- larry watson
berklee professor.

i've cried too much and not enough today.
I love that my school cares so much about artistry, and that we can all come together to sit and mourn for a man the world took for granted, and now truly respects.

the skies in boston are flooded with thunder, lightning, and rain.
walking home in that was the most human i've felt in awhile.
I believe that rain on the day of a funeral is a gift.
Its the fallen washing away our pain.
Its the world weeping for the lost of our loved one.
Its the beginning of a new day of sun, and love, and brightness.

It rained for my grandmother in 2000.
It rains for michael jackson, today.

I can say that I love you all so much.
I can say that I cannot wait to be with you all again, so soon.
these things I know to be true.

Michael Jackson is the reason I am a musician.
He is the reason I am a dancer.
He is the reason I am goofy, childish, deepthinking when I need to be, open to the ideas of the world, and open to creating something bigger than myself.

As a child he was my biggest inspiration.
He'll be missed by me, but he's not gone.

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Jul. 4th, 2009 | 10:37 am


this dude, the guy from burn notice, came into my work last night.
He was pretty nice, but exactly how he seems in the video...a little cocky and monotone.

that is all.

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currently obsessed.

Apr. 30th, 2009 | 11:05 pm

good music just does this to me.
(as well as beautifully artistic visuals to match)


Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in it's case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows

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wishing i could return the favor

Apr. 27th, 2009 | 08:41 pm

It’s strange what things you find while cleaning. I guess that’s what the phrase “cleaning out your closet” means. Today I found some old pictures, every set list from every show I’ve played, old flyers, every original copy of lyrics I’ve written songs for, and this letter:


Thank you for sharing your talents with us on Friday. Yours is a talent that has the ability to touch people in a variety of ways… all of which are incredibly special. On a personal note, I have experienced many different situations that have at times seemingly come with sort of expense. Rest assured, I am grateful to have a laundry list of experiences as lengthy as mine may be. Experiences are the sort of thing that may be overwhelming at the time, but will always strengthen us in the long run… especially if shared with others. Assuming that you are like most artists who hesitate to share your inner-most thoughts, experiences, and perspective due to the personal nature of the material, I wanted to take the opportunity to thank you for sharing, and implore you to continue to do so… you never know whose life you’ll touch.


Les Auten

I’ve always loved this letter and respected Mr. Auten more than most teachers I’ve had. He was always the honest one. The man who taught you so much more than just the subject at hand. He taught about life and of growing into respectful adults, while doing it in ways that made everyone interested, participative, and heard. He was a storyteller and a friend. I learned a few weeks ago that Les shot himself while being intoxicated, after battling depression. This news was quite a blow to me, because he was one of those people I would never expect this from or wish upon. It angers me, because so much of this letter that I’ve loved so much, had hanging on the wall above my desk at home in California for years, and looked to for the reminder that what I was doing mattered seems contradictory to the ways in which he chose to end his life. They seem contradictory because he ended his life.

I can’t give reason or excuses to the decisions that Mr. Auten chose to make, but I can say here and now that I loved that man, respected him, looked up to him, and wish he were still around today. I was fortunate enough to reconnect with him on a few separate occasions after graduating from Glendora High School, because he happened to be best friends with the owner of the restaurant I served at for a while. He insisted that I call him Les. He said we were both men of the same world now, and that we should treat each other as so.
I just wish I could have stayed in touch more. I wish I could have explained to him how much of an impact he was on so many people, and how involuntarily influential he happened to be in my transition from boyhood into manhood. I wish that someone could have bestowed upon him similar words to the ones he gave to me in May of 2004. I wish I had gone out of my way for him, in that simple way that he did for me. It takes so little sometimes to make serious impacts. One piece of paper, twenty minutes of thought, and the will to make your thoughts known.

I will forever appreciate and give thought to Les Auten.
I sincerely wish he was still here with us today.
I will think of him often, as I have these past five years, and give him a nod in thanks for all that he was to me.

Thank you, Les, for all of that.

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Apr. 20th, 2009 | 08:10 pm

tomorrow night.
should be fun.


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Apr. 20th, 2009 | 12:05 pm

records currently on heavy rotation:

William Fitzsimmons: The Sparrow and the Crow
everything about this man is underrated. His subtlety, his arrangements, his nuances. All of it. This record is beautiful in an extremely simple and straightforward way. If you have a passion for melancholy, emotional, beautiful music in the ways that I do, or if you just need one of those songs once in awhile, this record will be your rock. Key tracks: "Find Me to Forgive" and "If You Would Come Back Home"

Aaron Sprinkle: Lackluster

Aaron Sprinkle is no doubt one of my favorite producers/engineers/mixers, but he is also becoming one of my favorite artists. His way of weaving texture and melody together are amazing. He's worked on Copeland, Eisley, Acceptance, Corey Crowder, Anberlin, and so many more. I've been listening to Lackluster a lot lately, for mainly two reasons. "Genevieve", and "Sweeter Than Me". These songs have so much space to them. They just soar endlessly. He uses organs, vibes, and very complimentary harmonies to give these songs life. I've been addicted lately.

I was fortunate enough to talk to Mr Sprinkle on the phone earlier this month, and he is not only extremely busy and talented, but also very down to earth, grounded, and kind. I'm glad to know that good work can also be done by good people.

next up:

Bjork: Medúlla
I've been growing more into Bjork's music for some time now. I love the way she juxtaposes natural with synthetic in clever ways. Medúlla is entirely a cappella, but of course, Bjorkified with pitch shifted samples, effects, and intense amounts of layering and post production magic. Something about it though is seriously intriguing, and I have a feeling I will fall deeply for this record. Key Tracks: "Who Is It" and "Where Is The Line?"

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iPhone update - so I apologize for typos

Apr. 14th, 2009 | 10:00 am
location: US, Massachusetts, Suffolk, Boston, Commonwealth Ave

I haven't updated in what seems like a long time. I'll try to do a quick update here.

Babak came to Boston last Wednesday and left early yesterday. It was really an awesome break from the normal routine for me. He joined me on one of my classes and hopefully had a good time. I had to work that night so he and Megan (my roommate) got to know each other really well, and luckily got along perfectly. They came in to visit me at work, which was so nice!

I had to work again the next day, so as soon as I got out we hung out a little and then went out. We went to Estate which I liked and would like to go back to again sometime.

Friday morning I have class, but Babak wanted to go to NY early to spend as much time there as he could with his friend, Steve, from London. He left at 10ish and once I got out of class at 1:30, I headed down as well.

New York was really fun, as it always is. We walked around a lot, ate a lot, went out, visited with Steve and his friend Simon, visited Theresia and Devangi, Tizzy and Curtis, and I even saw Sergio and Brennan briefly.

On Easter we were back in Boston. Megan made reservations at Atlantic Fish Co. for Brunch. She, plus myself, baps, mario, josh, and her cousin hunter, enjoyed ourselves and ate amazing food. Afterward Megan had everyone stop by the house, because she made everyone Easter baskets! Even baps. It made me so happy. Thats just the kind of person she is. I've been so fortunate to have her as my roommate and friend this semester. It's great. Later Babak and I walked down commonwealth to the common. It was a really nice day. We saw I love you, man and laughed a lot. It was a lot of fun.

It's so nice that I have friends that enjoy flying out to visit me and the beautiful city I live in. It's also amazing that they would pay to do that, given today's currently financial situations. But it does bother me when people have plans to come here and share what it is I live with, with me...and flake on that. To be a $30 bus ride away and cancel for absolutely no good reason is a bit rude to me and I'm hurt by that. But I guess you do what you feel is a better idea for you, and I'll be fine with that. Just needed to vent.

3 weeks of school left and I'm so so glad. This semester has been fairly unenjoyable. I don't like most of my classes, some of my teachers, or most of this weather. I'm just excited for sunshine and days off, as well as recording projects that I'll be doing this summer in summer school (if I can pay for it. ).

At least I've made some progress and connections this semester.

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birthday blog

Apr. 3rd, 2009 | 03:32 pm

Birthday blog.
I got my scanner to work.

here you go:

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