Slap! Shock! Summer!

It is April 25, 2007... the day I moved back to the Valley from 2nd year at Uvic. This move was particularily odd for me. As far as the room mates were concerned, it was kind of lacking in goodbyes. Erin has been on her own in her apartment since the 15th, we did not see each other off. Drew was out fixing his bike at the shop. I did manage to give John and Caitlin goodbye hug, well wishes and the usual mention of making plans for the summer. This move was complicated and hard for me compared to other moves in my life.
Going on for just short of four weeks I have been in a relationship with a wonderfull girl named Clare. For the past 18 or so days her and I have been attatched at the hip; only seperating when she works. Since we saw each other off today at 730 in the morning I have felt so naked. I'm always instinctively reaching my hand out, expecting hers to be there to hold. Sleeping alone tonight should prove to be difficult. This valley is cold. Any sleep without her seems cold and lonely.
It won't be until next weekend that I get to see her again. We should be fine with phone calls and msn. But I don't try to hide the fact that I miss being glued to her for 98 percent of the waking and sleeping hours.
I will start working on the bass tomorrow. Hopefully I will get the body and neck blanks laminated at Isfeld shop. If not...no big loss- I have nothing but time.
I've also decided to re-enter the sport of paintball. There is much buzz about my return apparently. Already at the mention of me coming back, I have had 2 team offers. Very interesting indeed.
Well, my eyes are growing weary as I finalize this post, so I will take my leave for the night.
Peace out.
-CDB

Easter

Well it is Easter weekend, and once again I find myself in the Comox Valley. The weather is its usual- dismal. But this trip has brought a very pleasant surprise. Over the course of the past 2 or 3 weeks I have been designing plans for a 6 string bass which I plan on building from scratch starting effective immediately upon my return home from University. I have gathered all of the wood for it. And I just so happened to find all of the electronics and hardware for it here in the valley from a previous build. Great success. I took Clare out to see 300 the other day, it was great. She is really cool- perhaps we can make something of ourselves. I'll take her to dinner on Sunday when I get back to Vic. Somewhere nice.... I was thinking Hermanns, for the quality of the Martinis...however, that would put a huge dent in my wallet. Oh what a man must do to win what he has his eyes set on...
That is all for now. Peace out.
-CDB.

Inspiration

Well, it has been about three or four years since I last attempted to build a bass guitar. But about a week ago I came to the realization that I will need something to do to occupy my time between work and sleep in the Valley for the summer. I believe that now that I am older, my brain has become more mature and stable and my level of focus and attention has risen- hopefully I this means I will be able to complete my dream bass; from scratch; with minimal to no screw ups!
I went on an amazingly long and somewhat painfull journey to Sidney on Thursday. The bus ride took 45 minutes. Then began the walking. I walked a few Km down the road I was supposed to be on, only to find that the road abbruptly ended. So I continued down a fork in that road which led me back to where I had come, but a few streets over in a parallel. After about an hour of walking I decided to find a map in a convenience store, I managed to find out that the road continues on the other side of the highway. I set out again in the right direction, and found my way to the main road in Sidney. After stopping at 7-11 to restock batteries for my mp3 player, I headed for the highway. Luckily for me the crossing guards were out in full force, and two of them had very helpfull information that would guide me to my destination. I had to walk another Km or so down the highway to an overpass..... the overpass was on the forked end of the road I walked at the beginning of the trip (d'oh). After all this, I finally found the West Wind Hardwood Inc. It took me about half an hour to browse, find, calculate and mentally select the woods for the bass.
I am very excited to see how my choice in woods will work together.
The bulk body will be Black Walnut for it's colour and tone
On top of the Walnut will be a thin layer of Poplar (to act as a stripe around the whole bass)
And above that will be a fine and sexy veneer of Bubinga.
My neck will be made of Ash and Walnut layered in neat strips
The fingerboard will be made of some beautifull Cocobolo... This wood is toxic to work with, it can potentially kill me.... but god it looks great

There is however a snag in my plan. Alex still owes me the 200 dollars from 3 months ago. Infact, he was supposed to pay it to me today. As I sit here typing this entry, I am furious with him. I have waited long enough, and would like to avoid physically altercating with him; but it seems that there is no other choice.
That is all for now
-CDB.

Rebirth

Well the show went well on Monday. The Right to Answers showed everyone that hardwork and a good drummer do pay off. Unfortunately it is my last show with said band. Noah and I have officially split off and formed our new group. The new group is Ellipsis. Here, for you now, I will explain the secrets behind this band name.
An ellipsis is a break in writing, signifying a period of time. Basically it's those 3 little dots at the end of a sentance that a lot of people like to over use...
We named the band this because: it sounds cool; there are 3 members in the band; and because of it's duality. Contained in the name is also the word ellipse- an ellipse is a geometrical term for a not so perfect circle, otherwise known as an oval. I don't feel like explaining the point behind the ovals just yet, so maybe later.
From the ashes of one band will rise a great new band.
Find out what it's all about... October 1, 2007.
-CDB.

Forgotten?

I think not!
No, I did not forget about this blog. I have intentionally been putting this post off (I like to keep it interesting with as many events as possible). Anyways- once again I find myself writing about how much of a total cunt Alex is. Sorry Jessica, it's a terrible word- but it is the only thing that a number of people can seem to use to describe him and his behaviour. The show is coming up, and so is my heart attack! Bump after bump in the road to this show are keeping me and Vanessa on our feet. Apparently finding a band with a drum kit in Victoria is a difficult task... bunch of cheap, lazy, idiot-babies. So, Alex blew up at Vanessa for some very stupid reasons, then- being Alex, decided to try power tripping on her and firing her from her own promotions company. He never learns. He says to me "We won't be doing shows through her anymore after this." Ever have one of those moments where you secretly laugh to yourself and say "yea, you got that right?" well I had one of those moments. Alex sure will be surprised when after this show, both Noah and myself pick up our stuff and leave this piece of shit band. In the past few days Noah and I sat down and wrote songs for our new project. Not only do we have way more depth in our lyrics, but we have way more structure to our songs. In comparison to what Noah and I write- TRTA stuff isn't considered "song" status. Alas, reading break is ending. I do not want to go back to the old routine of classes, homework and Sarah. All that girl does is complain about everything. I was amazed (yet not surprised) that in response to my text message to her the other day, I recieved a reply full of bitching about her homework, home and life in general. But I must say, I have to thank Sarah- if it werent for her, and a girl by the name of Amy who Noah is associated with, the lyrics to our new song would not be possible.
Whoever reads this will surely have to come see Noah and I in concert when we find a drummer and write a few more songs, so that you can hear the powerfull music that angry feelings towards whiney bitches can yield.
Peace out,
-CDB.

Work in Progress

Well I have ended my stay in the Valley. The realization that my father's birthday is an unlucky day for the past two years has prompted me to take huge caution next year, for fear that I may die. I set out on my way back to Victoria, and before I knew it, some idiot from Grand Prarie in a 2006 Dodge truck completely crushed the living fuck out of the front end of the family's Luxury Buick Lesabre.... once again, I was not pleased. Last year on Feb. 11 as posted in my previous entry, a bunch of terrible stuff happened. And this year seems to be no different.
However, I have semi-excellent news!
Yesterday was my appointment with Emily. She is my hero of the week for her mad artistic skills! So far it has taken two hours and $260 to get the tattoo where it is now. I estimate it will take about 40 minutes more to finish the colouring of the center eye. Unfortunately I have to wait for what is done to heal, so I must wait till Feb. 27 for completion.
Anyways, the picture doesnt do it justice, believe me....although the picture still kicks ass... go figure.
Consider this phase one of the process of prying open my third eye.
-CDB.

And Now for Something Completely Different!

Ladies and Gentlemen I give you: Gershwin, the bunny!
He randomly appeared two snowfalls ago; we have since taken him into our home. There is some sort of strange fuzzy cuteness about him that can't be explained.... aside from he is a bunny.
Bunny's make everything good.
-CDB.