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.

V-Day Cometh

Well... St.Valentine's Day is closing in upon us now. Four days from now will mark the one year anniversary of the vacation to Arizona which consisted of: Dad ripping the ass end of the family motorhome off; all of my textbooks and paintball gear and leather jacket w/passport getting stolen; and Erin and I splitting up. As you can tell, I don't exactly welcome this time of year with wide open arms. I deffinately don't portray the perfect vision of a Mr. Smiley Glad-hands. Valentine's Day is nothing more than a commercial holiday to boost chocolate shop revenues. Girls get it nice, all the free candy and flowers.... but then of course they complain about it making them fat- oops. Good thing I don't buy stuff for people on V-Day! Don't get me wrong, I'm not cheap or anything- but no girl worth my time seems to ever be around and interested in being my Valentine. I especially love how Valentine's day is a day of love, when in actual fact St.Valentine was stoned to death by an angry mob. I bet he is rolling in his holy grave after seeing how people use the anniversary of his death.
All of this reflecting on past V-Day experiences and general views and opinions about it (coupled with some conversation with Jessica) has prompted me to make pose this question:
Why do all the nice people seem to get walked all over by people who claim to care about them? Think about it, people use each other all the time under the false guise of a 'relationship'. As far as my past is concerned all I have to say is:Fuck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. Fuck these disfunctional, insecure actresses.
So I thought I would leave you with some more lyrics, which I have chosen to interperate as talking about Lust/Love in general... personifying it of course.

Rev 22:20

Don't be aroused by my confession
Unless you don't give a good goddamn about redemption
I know, Christ is coming
And so am I.
You would too if this sexy devil caught your eye
She'll suck you dry.
And so you'll cry to be back in her bosom,
To do it again.
She'll make you weep, and moan and cry
to be back in her bosom,
To do it again.

Pray
Shall I go blind?
Pray
'Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in your arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints
Devils and demons alike
She'll eat you alive.

Jesus has risen
it's no surprise
even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
(who wouldn't)
The pressure is building
at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again
then I'm gonna lie and lie and lie.
She'll make you cry
I'll sell my soul to be back in your bosom
Gladly, now please suck me dry.
And still you cry to be back in her bosom
To do it again.

Pray
Shall I go blind?
Pray
'Cause nobody ever survives
Praying to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and Saints
Devils and Demons alike
She'll eat you alive.

My pulse has been rising
My temples are pounding
The pressure is so overwhelming and building
So steady and heavy
I'm ready to blow
What is she
What is she
What is she waiting for?!

Pray
pray till I go blind
Pray
Because no one ever survives
Praying to stay in her arms just to die a little longer
Saviors and saints
Devils and demons alike
She'll eat you alive....

'Puscifer' (MJK.)

Well that is all for now. Happy go fuck yourselves day to all those lovey-dovey dipshits!
-CDB

In the back

As if I had spoken too soon, it would appear the dagger has fallen and struck me square in the spine. Robbie has informed the band that he doesn't have the time in his life to devote to the band. He has agreed to play the February 26th show, but he is gone after that. There are talks amongst Noah and myself that perhaps we too will break away from the band when Robbie leaves. I am beginning to accept what everyone tells me. It would seem that people either respect what I do, or just want to try to play to my vanity- but I can no longer count how many times I have been told that my skills surpass the current band. It seems that every day that goes by someone who hears Noah and myself play tell us that we need to abdicate far from this band that is "dragged down by Alex and Shane." February is going to bring some very intresting bumps for me it would seem. I go to the Valley for February 10th and 11th for my fathers 61st. They will for the first time see the pisces mark on my forearm. Little do they know that I am scheduled to get a big, expensive, left shoulder piece on February 12th. Then, this all coupled with the show and then the parting of ways with Robbie. I don't claim to be a psychic, but the forseeable future is looking bleak for now. But what if I approach it as a sort of rebirth? Maybe I can use this as a chance to recognize my 'holy gift' and step through this shadow of my soon to be former self? No matter what happens I will not quit! I have people who support me, and I am proud to have them around me.
Some poetry for you all:

A groan of tedium escapes me
Startling, fearfull
Is this a test?
It has to be, otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, claimed vitality
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.

Wait it out. Gonna wait it out. Be patient.

If there were no rewards to reap
No loving embrace to see me through this tedius path I have chosen here
I certainly would have walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal.
The damaged and broken met along
This tedius path I've chosen here
I certainly would have walked away by now.

Be patient
I must keep reminding myself of this.
-"The Patient"- Maynard James Keenan.

Well. That is all for now. Peace. Out.
-CDB

Crack and Serve.

Rejoice in the fact that the toughest day of the week is over. I have had great success in making it over "the hump" that is Wednesday. All three classes were relatively smooth and easy, and the weather continues to be lovely. Jammed with the band- very pleased with it. The maturation of sound and elements in the music is astounding. Hopefully there will be new recordings to show soon.
Had a fight with Sarah last night. I can't say that I am proud of it, infact it's quite the opposite. I can't help but find an ever growing disliking for her. Perhaps it is just a phase- we are both stressed out and busy lately (her more than me).
While on the topic of female interests; Jessica's boyfriend from ancient times past has taken up the nasty habbit of telling her he still loves her. I must say, I am really flattered and honoured that she comes to me for counsel on issues like this. Although I can only give my own opinion of how to deal with these things, it shows that there is that level of trust between her and I.
How's that for an interesting topic for thought- being able to connect with someone who you have (technically) never met before. In the history of my life, I find that it hasn't been too hard trusting people over the internet. I don't see a problem with it, especially with Jessica- as I am sure her and I will meet soon. But the general question at hand is- does a lack of face, replaced by a glowing screen make it easier to talk about things?
Now that this entry has some substance to it I can leave on two final notes:
Tomorrow is my day off, and I intend to get a consult on the tattoo.
After the jam session today, I made the worlds most visually pleasing and delicious omelette. I would have taken a picture, but it was so godlike that I had to eat it immediately; for it would have destroyed the world had I not.
-CDB

Piece of Art

Well russian language and culture are done for the day; with the minor exception of some homework, I am free until tomorrow. Taking a trip in about an hour, going to head down to Urge and consult Spencer and Emily about some new artwork to brand myself with. Erin is getting her tramp stamp done today, I hope she enjoys the tattooing processes as much as I did. Some debate has risen in my mind about what it is I want to have done, and where I want to have it. I'm still leaning heavily towards Alex Grey's 'fourth eye', also known as the Lateralus eye. I can't seem to find a good template of it online, and I don't trust my artistic skills enough to draw it myself. Perhaps I should pick up some tracing paper while at Urge. Good thinking.
The weather outside is beautifull. An early Victorian spring must be upon us- joy. I find it funny how you can see the weather mirrored in the rabbits around here. No sooner does the sun come out and they are fornicating like....well-rabbits! I sympathize with my furry little friends; lately I feel those carnal, male urges stirring from time to time. Must be the weather. Or perhaps something or someone has caught my interests?
As cool as they may sound, I don't pick my blog post names randomly. There is something about a piece of art burried behind my words. Sure, the notion of the lustfull tattooing process is artistic. I'll leave it at this for today: There is more than what meets the eye in this post. There is an ever-growing piece of art in the balance. Hopefully whoever reads this may someday find it.
-CDB

Another Life?

I have often wondered what it would be like to see the world through the eyes of someone else. Not so much be that person, but rather have their memories. Imagine if you will, closing your eyes and seeing places that you have never been before; meeting people you don't, and probably never will, know. Personally I would love to share the memories of someone like Maynard James Keenan. I can't help but wonder what the last twenty years of his life have been like. Travelling around the world playing shows with Tool. Standing in front of a million people and feeling their energy shape the world around him. All of the hours spent in a recording studio or on the road in a bus. The wicked parties; the women; the lifestyle in general.
Sure, if everything goes right in my life I will end up living that lifestyle. But it will never be the same. My experiences will never be the same as those of someone else. We can only see the world through our own eyes. And who knows how good our senses are? A light blue to me may be a different blue to you. Or the smell of vanilla may not smell the same to another person. These are all things that we will never know. But wondering about them keeps me intrigued; always pondering.
That is my stream of thought for now.
-CDB

Welcome

My name is Christopher Donald Buchan
Welcome to my blog.
This is the place where all of my thoughts and feelings go.
Some of what I post, you may not understand; but that is how things go.

This is a window to my Id, Ego and Anima.

Enjoy.

-CDB.