The Black Forest

Random blaghness...

Latency Ain't All That Bad...

The "Gotta Have Its" and the "Nows" need to chill out. There's something to be said about latency, the wait. Latency has such a negative connotation these days, but you know, sometimes we all need a little time for things to settle in, before we make up our mind, or have a tizzy fit about some technological slow down. This goes for everything, art, technology, relationships, nature, politics...ugh...don't get me started on politics.

The next time you freak out about how long you have to wait for a web page to load on their computer/cell phone think about it. It goes to a tower, to outer space, back to another tower, to a mainframe that then goes back to a tower, to outer space, to another tower then to you! The next time you get upset that your plane is delayed an hour or two, think about what it took for people to travel across n this country of ours on a covered wagon, going 3 miles an hour for 6 months and may or may not make it alive! The next time you hear a song or an album and after 20 seconds you've skipped on to something else, or a movie something like Stanley Kubrick made, or a book like Ulysses by James Joyce that would be panned immediately and then hailed later as a master piece. Remember all things are not made and should not be made for instant love and likability.

You gotta let these things breath and give sometime for it to sink inside you and stir around for a while. You may not know how happy you could let yourself be if you just gave it some time.

No...this was not inspired by anything personal, but merely observational, which I sometimes get lost in when while calming my own mind down or just having a real good bowel movement. I've saved the world many a time during it.

*laughing and couching*



Set the Canons Ablaze!

The Los Feliz EP is finished! I just posted the latest and final song "Cul-De-Sac" up in the webland for consumption..."magic brownie" consumption! *laughing* I don't know what happened but my mind must have had a "in-the-desert-magic-brownie-flashback"! I was not right in the head when I wrote and recorded this...but then I rarely am these days.

*sigh*

Yes....a sigh. A sense of relief and trepidation of finalizing a work and also to begin to start the train of exposition, distribution, and the masochistic desire of opinion and criticism. I've been up all day and night yesterday, up early this morning and by this afternoon I feel a little delirious... *staring at my hand for a few minutes before I realize I have been staring at my hand for a few minutes*

Ummmm...okay...it's time for a comfy couch, a fan blowing on my face, a mindless movie, and a snack of some sort....Damn! I forgot about food. I don't have any. It's a hard choice...food? Or the couch?

Here's the link for the new song if you are so inclined. It will be temporarily available for download, then you'll just have to wait for the official release sometime in the next 7 weeks.



Off to the store....


Los Feliz...

Photos courtesy of Frank Lee Frennen


I was talking to my Frank Lee Drennen last night on the phone for a few hours. I never had a brother, but I consider Frank one of my three brothers I've adopted later in my twisted life. I used to visit him up in Los Feliz, it's an area of Los Angeles and where old Hollywood used to reside after the cameras were turned off. The times I've had with him and the neighborhood became an inspiration for my little drum machine EP "Los Feliz". He is an amazing photographer/song-writer/artist and he just sent me a few photos he took on his iPhone of ol' L.F. Already I'm getting ideas of the next and final song of the series. The song will be called "Cul-De-Sac". I'll post a link to it when it's finished. Until then here are the photos that Frank shared with me.
Photos courtesy of Frank Lee Frennen


Friends Fur Life...



I finished a new song for my "Los Feliz" EP today. It's called "Friends Fur Life", a story about a guy who wants to be more than friends with his girl friend, and they both happen to be into Furry Fandom. If you don't know what that is, I heartily encourage you to do some research. It's quite fascinating.



The music was inspired by 70's television like the "Rockford Files", "Charlie's Angels", and "Starsky and Hutch" with some contemporary twists. Having fun is the name of the game!



This also reminds me of when my Mom and Step-dad went out of town for the weekend and my stepbrother and me had found their porn and marijuana stash underneath our parents bathroom sink behind the tampons...or was the marijuana inside the tampon box...hmmm....something like that. Well that afternoon scarred me for life. I watched one of the worst porn's in porn history and it was my first porn. I can't tell you the title of it, but unfortunately I can tell you the plot. I only saw it the one time and it was when I was 13.



The plot goes like this...a Latin Dictator who looked an awful lot like Fidel Castro decided to poison the world's water supply that would make all men impotent. His evil plot to take over the world was succeeding, when the Alien Federation of the Universe finds out, and sends their most powerful agent, a hot momma with a laser inside her vagina. Needles to say, her, some midgets and snake, a giant frozen blue dong laser cannon and some battles and she saves the day. Please do not search out this film! You will be scarred for life! Especially is you smoked your parents stash of skunk weed. They never said anything about their missing supply...



*laughing*



Here's the link to the song if you wanna hear it. [soundcloud url="http://soundcloud.com/user1812704/friends-fur-life" params="show_comments=true&auto_play=false&color=ff7700" width="100%" height="81" ]



Here are the lyrics too:





Friends Fur Life



"No, no, no we're just friends!"

She laughed and pushed me away.

D-D-D-Don't call me sweet dear, don't call me nice

I don't have the nerve to say, to say that

I wanna be your lover.

I don't wanna be your friend.



"No, no, no!" You keep saying.

I'm tired of this game.

I'll put on this furry head for you honey,

I'll be your bear and you'll be my bunny.

I wanna be your lover.

I don't wanna be your friend.





Christopher Hoffee Copyright 2009





I am weird...I know this. *grin*



July 4th, 1976...

It was July 4th, 1976. "Silly Love Songs" by Wings was all over the radio. I lived in Pensacola, Florida. I was a cub scout. I was in the city parade. I was informed I would be the one to carry the American flag for our troop. I was told not to let the flag touch the ground, or it would be a sacrilege. I was proud of the honor. It was hot, in the 90's, very humid. It was Pensacola after all. We started walking...and walking...and walking. The music keeping our pace. After an hour, the weight of the flag was starting to get unbearable. I suddenly realized, I was not being honored to carry the flag, but punished. "Don't let the flag touch the ground...it will be a sacrilege." The phrase kept echoing through my mind. Sweat oozing out of every pore, and dizzy I mumbled, "This heat is killing me and the flag is gonna touch the ground. No. I'll pass out first." I winced...

Well I did it! I made it! No American sacrilege was made by our troop! George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Spencer Tracy, and John Wayne we're not disappointed in me. I imagined them all silently nodding in approval with wearing slight smiles. Yes!!!

I promptly drank as many cups of lemonade as my stomach could hold and promptly threw it up. I would not learn from this mishap for a few more years. I had to repeat it a few more times. I needed scientific verification by repeating said procedure to get true results! *laughing*

At the end of the parade were all going to be given our rewards for our candy sales we made during the Spring. I was to receive a leather wallet for my efforts. I was the lead seller. Our Den Mother passed out the rewards, except mine. Matter-of-factly she said, "Your wallet never came in. Sorry." I was speechless. What do you say to that? *sigh* That's how the cookie crumbles. A while later, drinking Kool-Aid with the rest of my troop, our Den Mother's son had a brand new leather wallet sticking out from his back pocket. Coincidence? I never said anything. Though I quit going to cub scouts after that day.