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Feb. 24th, 2009 | 02:57 pm

Alright, for real this time.
So that thing I posted yesterday was just the beginning, but then I kept just fucking with the same musical idea and going around and around with it, so now I'm posting the real song. Yesterday was a nice and friendly three minute thing. We're now clocking in with an orchestra at nine minutes.

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Missing (Radio Edit)

Feb. 23rd, 2009 | 02:44 pm

Hey kids.
Just did one quick little thing. I can see myself fucking with it and turning it into an eight minute long prog thing, so for those of you who like simple and quick, I thought I'd drop this quick little three minute, single instrument thing. Not a final cut, but enjoyable nonetheless.


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Jan. 22nd, 2009 | 12:07 pm

Pray for sound, everyone.

So in case you aren't a facebook friend, and who is, really, the news is already out. I'm jobless. Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't fired although with the lack of shit I did in that place, I should have been. No, economy, blah blah blah, elimination of position, et-cetera, here's some severance please don't sue us, yadda yadda yadda.

So whatever.

Anyone who has tried to be a friend to me knows just how quiet I've been. And by quiet, I mean telling you all to go fuck off because I have nothing entertaining to say. I know, I know, you're all my friends and don't need me to be entertaining, but fuck it if I haven't just shut down and had nothing to say to anyone.
Oh well.
Starting to come out of it now. We'll see, maybe a job can come from it.
Or maybe I need to get out of Boston.

Anyhow, new song available online. Just a melancholy little thing. It's over at http://crippledalbino.podbean.com and it's called "Lost." Under three minutes, so it's listenable. Ha.

Make me bleed, baby.
I just want to feel.

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Dec. 21st, 2008 | 01:58 pm

Alright, already.
The problem with having readers is that they actually want to read something.
Which means I actually need to write something.

Oh well.
So Christmas is done. Any of you who responded will have an official piece of self-whoring in the mail to you, that went out yesterday. It's been a horrendous blizzard here, so yesterday morning since I was up early anyhow, I dug the 'ol car out and managed the falling glaciers and end of the world like conditions to go to the post office and whatnot.

And make no mistake, the world has been ending.

I decided I wanted to take Friday off. Did I have a reason? No. Why would I?
I had one sick day to burn, and fuckin', I was gonna burn it. So I call in at six in the morning. Then I get a call from my boss at 6:05. He's telling me not to come into work, that they've shut it down.
Sick day, lost.
Oh well.
Net result is the same, right?

But otherwise it's been quiet. I don't go down to Jersey anymore. In fact, I haven't seen any Baggers in a long time. I talk to a few of them, but it's a transitional period for me these days, and I don't know what the next stage is going to look like. I keep going through these moments of metamorphosis and now is no different. My life today is very different than it was a few months ago, which is very different from what it was before that.

And this is not a bad thing.

So I'm updating this blog.
For readers and non-readers alike.
Nothing to say but a reminder that yes, I'm still alive out here.

Another spin around baby.
Make me bleed and take us home.

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Dec. 6th, 2008 | 06:31 pm


Newest song. Going to make a hell of a splash on my next CD, now that the first one is officially released. Ha.

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Christmas Time!!

Dec. 1st, 2008 | 08:37 pm

Good evening, world.

So it's Christmas time again, and I think that means that it's time for a little Christmas Card Hilarity.

So here's how it's gonna work:
If you'd like to be on my Christmas List, and receive a happy little Christmas card (Fuck the word 'holiday') as well as an ultra special gift, then you need to send me your address and I'll make it so.

So E-mail me at crippledalbino@gmail.com with your address and you'll have a fun little thing to unwrap on Christmas from the one, the only, Crippled Albino.

Merry Christmas, Happy Thanksgiving, et-cetera.
Make me bleed, and take me home.

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Nov. 13th, 2008 | 01:59 pm

We've come a long way, baby.

So I've done another song. This is during into quite the hobby. Who knew I'd be any good at it, hm?

http://crippledalbino.podbean.com for all your musical needs, but the song you want to hear now is called apotheosis.

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Love Stained Heart

Oct. 4th, 2008 | 05:09 pm

Just a quickie. I've written another song.
It may not be your cup of tea. But I'm putting it out there anyhow.


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Sep. 24th, 2008 | 10:14 pm

I'm awake.
Sue me.

And you should be too.
You all should be. You should be awakening at this stage of your life. Don't you feel it? Don't you feel the change?

Of course you don't. Lethargic, just like I am. Numbed by your rum and your reality TV, just like I am. I'm no better. In spite of some people believing that I have a vast superiority complex, the reality is that I'm just as numbed as everyone else. We sit and we do nothing all day long while we bicker and fight with each other over which flavor of entertainment tastes the bests as it deadens our senses and destroys our wills, and not only do we not fight it, we ask for it, clamor for it, beg for it like fucking paupers.

So what is there?
Why do we exist at all? 

In spite of the fact that most of us are living to clear out our TiVos or buy the latest cell phone, we're all going to SAY that we're doing it for the connections. We're doing it because the life worth living is the life with the people in it, the friendships, the loves, the trust, the bond.

Is that true? Do you look around at your life and decide that what's around you is the reason for your existence? The people that you come in contact with each and every day, do they make your life worth living? 

They better, because it's all you've got.

Unless you want to admit to living the shallow life of being a consumer that's working eight hours a day to feed the electric bill that fuels your gadgets (and honestly, which one of us is going to admit to that? Except that it's precisely what I'm doing and why I'm living my life.) then the meaning of your life must be the family and friends that you have all around you, those extra special people that make life just oh so worth living.
It's what we're here for, after all.

So who do you have?
I've got some flakes around me. I've got people who can't return phone calls, who are fickle about whether or not they want to show up places, who don't even know if they like me. I've got people who can't return emails or phone calls, I've got people who want to fuck me, lie to me, seduce me and kill me. I've got people that share my addictions and people that abhor them. I've got people who wear a mask for me, and some who want me to wear a mask for them.

I've got everyone and I've got no one. Trust, honor, respect, love. These are the things that create the bonds that somehow forge us all together, right? Isn't that it? Isn't that the meaning of life? Isn't that the cosmic, emotional glue that sticks everyone together? Or do we fuck and breed more shitty little kids to hate so that they can grow up and hate themselves and each other long enough to fuck each other and pass on our great moral code to the next generation?

I taste blood in my mouth right now. I wonder if the blood relaxes or amps me up.  I guess we'll find out.

I know you're all going to read this and assume that I'm making an indictment against you.
I'm not. I don't want to have to go through this 'not you' fucking gimmick again.

I'm just talking.
I'm just getting it out there.
I'm just a guy sitting in bed at night wondering  why there's so much emptiness and praying that my father's wrong.
And that you're wrong.

Where's the one I can trust? Where's the one I can depend on? Where's the one I can lean on and fight with and fight for? Where's the one that's gonna respond to me? Where's the one that won't hate me? Where's the one who knows? 

I'm gonna dip you down and kiss your lies, baby.
And tonight, that'll do just fine.
Yes... that will do just fine.

Another spin, kids, and I'm still bleeding.

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Eyelid Webs

Aug. 6th, 2008 | 10:44 pm

But what the fuck do I do?
Post pictures that I haven't taken? Tell stories that I want no one to know?
Write a poem about the hatred I'm not feeling?
Fuck you guys.

Anyhow, welcome everyone to the unread blog. (And yes, I know that there are some of you out there that read this. Rosie, you're chief amongst them and I love you for it, never forget it.)
But it's a small community and getting smaller, isn't it? Certainly is. It seemed like we were quite the crowd at one point, but now we're just all these scattered voices that yell into the wind and nothing ever happens.
Of course it's not as stark as all of that.

So welcome everyone, to the Crippled Albino show. I'm your host and and I'm tired and am really just updating you out of some sort of weird moral obligation. I have no idea when the last time was that I updated everyone, but whatever, it is what it is. I've been back and forth to New York, sometimes just for fun, sometimes for events. I seem to go to places where comedians get booed off the stage which is new for me.
But hilarious in an evil way.

Last May was Dan Natterman that none of you saw on Last Comic Standing.
Last weekend was Mike Birbiglia who none of you have seen do a series of commercials with Stephen Lynch on Comedy Central as well as a few comedy specials.
It was the pests, the Opie and Anthony fans at both events (O&A events, the both of them) and they just never gave the comics a chance. So they start with a hacky joke, doesn't get a laugh, and all of a sudden someone boos.
And then someone else.
And then it begins.
And both times, in a completely evil, uncomfortable fashion, I laughed my fucking balls off.

Now don't get me wrong.
I would HAAAATE to be in that situation.
And I don't think it was right what the crowd did to these guys.
But I laughed my fuckin' balls off.
It was just so cringy to watch these professionals try to deal with such failure. I give them both major credit for sticking it out as long as they did, but damn.
I mean, damn.

So anyhow.
That happened.
Virus show, tailgating, no unsavory types to ruin the fun, so it was all good.
Uh... Ricky Gervais and Louis CK killed, I mentioned that the last time.

Really nothing. Nothing interesting to any of you has happened.
Plenty to me, but like I told you, I don't intend to tell any of you.

Isn't this just the best blog ever? Built on a foundation of trust, communication, and love?

I love you all.
Dancing with the corpse tonight,
Bring me home.

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