As a follow-up to my previous post, I decided to post the Behind the Scenes video of the Becoming Everest music video:
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Quiet on the Set!
Almost a year ago, my band Formerly So worked together with my cousin Ty Jensen to film a music video to our song "Cut Down," the single of our debut album entitled "Disappointment is Control." We had a three-member crew team working with us--excluding actors--which included Ty as the writer, director, and editor, Ken Wilcox as the chief cameraman, and James Vreeken as their assistant.
Despite the lack of manpower, the video was done very professionally and was very elaborate in every aspect. We filmed in three main locations, being Ty's parents' garage in Farmington (which was designed to appear as a mechanics garage), Convicted Ink tattoo parlor in Orem, and Wendover, Nevada.
We made a two-day trip out of the Wendover shoot. The first day, from early morning until late at night, was spent out on the Bonneville salt flats, where we shot some amazing performance shots. It was very time consuming to load all of our equipment out there, and to carefully place our gear without corroding it with salt, but it was definitely worth it. As cool as the daytime shots were, they couldn't compare to the shots taken after dark, with Ty's special blend of pyrotechnics. Plus, with the help of Adam Boyd, our band's sound technician, we were able to construct an actual wall of fire behind us during a finale shot, which was as awesome as it was dangerous.
The second day we captured some footage inside the casino (which we ended up scrapping) and in the hotel room, followed by some scenes at the same airport where they filmed the movie Con Air with Nicholas Cage. It was a lot of work, but even more work for Ty and his companions, who turned the footage into a very professional music video.
Yesterday, I had the chance to return the favor to Ty as I worked on his crew for the making of the Becoming Everest--a hardcore band based in Salt Lake City--music video to their song entitled "The Red in Redemption." This video shoot was nothing like what was done for my band. Ty is now a graduate of Utah Valley University in filmmaking, and owns his own music video production company called the Tyjens Media Music Video Production Bureau. He has several more music videos under his belt and has transformed his sets into a completely professional outfit.
This video set had a 30-man crew, including Ty as the director, Ken as the chief cameraman, two assistants to the director, a lighting specialist, and several grips who set up equipment between shots. I felt like a fish out of water because I was one of a couple people who wasn't in the digital media major and working towards a career in film. Yet, I was lucky enough to have my cousin Jake--Ty's little brother--helping out as well. Not only did it make the process much more comfortable having somebody I knew working alongside me, but it was great to hang out with Jake and remember all the fun we used to have together as kids.
The first half of the day, or rather until about 5pm, we worked on the shots involving an actress from BYU. For quite a few of the scenes, I was put in charge of the air compressor, with which I would continually shoot her in the face, and she would fall backwards onto a large mat. I felt bad, but she didn't seem to mind.
For one of the last scenes with her, Jake and I actually had to work together, standing on stools and raining flower pedals down on her. I think they'll look pretty cool once the video is complete.
After the scenes with the actress were finished and she was free to go, we moved on to the shots with band. Most of the band members were pretty cool and fun to hang around with, especially the guitarist/screamer. He was a really nice guy and I enjoyed chatting with him between sets. He and the bassist were also the most grateful for all the work the cast and crew were putting in to making them a video with no cost to them.
The day of filming started at 7am, and I had to leave at 10pm to submit some homework that was due by midnight, but apparently the shooting didn't stop until close to 1am. Ty had actually arrived to set up much earlier than I did, arriving on set at 3:30am, and worked continuously the entire time. He's obviously a very hard worker and I can't wait to see where these videos being added to his portfolio will get him once he introduces himself to Hollywood and the major music labels.
Despite the lack of manpower, the video was done very professionally and was very elaborate in every aspect. We filmed in three main locations, being Ty's parents' garage in Farmington (which was designed to appear as a mechanics garage), Convicted Ink tattoo parlor in Orem, and Wendover, Nevada.
We made a two-day trip out of the Wendover shoot. The first day, from early morning until late at night, was spent out on the Bonneville salt flats, where we shot some amazing performance shots. It was very time consuming to load all of our equipment out there, and to carefully place our gear without corroding it with salt, but it was definitely worth it. As cool as the daytime shots were, they couldn't compare to the shots taken after dark, with Ty's special blend of pyrotechnics. Plus, with the help of Adam Boyd, our band's sound technician, we were able to construct an actual wall of fire behind us during a finale shot, which was as awesome as it was dangerous.
The second day we captured some footage inside the casino (which we ended up scrapping) and in the hotel room, followed by some scenes at the same airport where they filmed the movie Con Air with Nicholas Cage. It was a lot of work, but even more work for Ty and his companions, who turned the footage into a very professional music video.
Yesterday, I had the chance to return the favor to Ty as I worked on his crew for the making of the Becoming Everest--a hardcore band based in Salt Lake City--music video to their song entitled "The Red in Redemption." This video shoot was nothing like what was done for my band. Ty is now a graduate of Utah Valley University in filmmaking, and owns his own music video production company called the Tyjens Media Music Video Production Bureau. He has several more music videos under his belt and has transformed his sets into a completely professional outfit.
This video set had a 30-man crew, including Ty as the director, Ken as the chief cameraman, two assistants to the director, a lighting specialist, and several grips who set up equipment between shots. I felt like a fish out of water because I was one of a couple people who wasn't in the digital media major and working towards a career in film. Yet, I was lucky enough to have my cousin Jake--Ty's little brother--helping out as well. Not only did it make the process much more comfortable having somebody I knew working alongside me, but it was great to hang out with Jake and remember all the fun we used to have together as kids.
The first half of the day, or rather until about 5pm, we worked on the shots involving an actress from BYU. For quite a few of the scenes, I was put in charge of the air compressor, with which I would continually shoot her in the face, and she would fall backwards onto a large mat. I felt bad, but she didn't seem to mind.
For one of the last scenes with her, Jake and I actually had to work together, standing on stools and raining flower pedals down on her. I think they'll look pretty cool once the video is complete.
After the scenes with the actress were finished and she was free to go, we moved on to the shots with band. Most of the band members were pretty cool and fun to hang around with, especially the guitarist/screamer. He was a really nice guy and I enjoyed chatting with him between sets. He and the bassist were also the most grateful for all the work the cast and crew were putting in to making them a video with no cost to them.
The day of filming started at 7am, and I had to leave at 10pm to submit some homework that was due by midnight, but apparently the shooting didn't stop until close to 1am. Ty had actually arrived to set up much earlier than I did, arriving on set at 3:30am, and worked continuously the entire time. He's obviously a very hard worker and I can't wait to see where these videos being added to his portfolio will get him once he introduces himself to Hollywood and the major music labels.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Steel Horse Summer
Three years ago, when I stepped foot in Utah after serving a two year mission in Brazil, I had a huge surprise when I walked into my backyard after so much time. I greeted my dog, who surprisingly still recognized me, and played with him for a moment or two. Then I turned around. Behind me on the grass was a gleaming motorcycle, a black 2005 Honda VTX 1300R, parked behind a big yellow poster that said, "Welcome Home! Let's Ride!"
Ever since that day, my dad and I have taken our bikes all across the western states on some very exciting rides, visiting motorcycle rallies, visiting national and state parks, or just going on rides to spend time together. Together we have visited Yellowstone, Lake Tahoe, Zions National Park, Bryce Canyon, Reno, Jackson Hole, and a ton of other places. This summer was no exception.
This year we were able to hit two rides together. The first was a couple of weeks ago. My dad and I, accompanied by my uncle David, took our bikes on a journey to Red Lodge, Montana, for a motorcycle rally. We started our ride by driving all the way to Bozeman, Montana, where we faced some minor technical difficulties. We entered the city of Bozeman during a rainstorm, and before long realized we weren't sure how to find our hotel and accidentally ended up back on the freeway heading toward Billings. We pulled off on an off-ramp and called the hotel for directions. When my dad went to start his bike again, he found that somehow his ignition starter was not working and his bike would not turn over. Luckily my phone had the number of the Honda dealer in Orem and we reached them with three minutes before closing time. The mechanic was very helpful and explained to my dad that he could simply hotwire his bike to start it until he could get it fixed, so the trip could continue. I handed my Leatherman to my dad and he was able to use it to spark the engine and get it running.
The next day we hit the Red Lodge rally, which was awesome! There were tons of vendors, and we spent a good amount of time just walking up and down the streets shopping. After the rally, we heading onward to a small tourist town called Cody, Wyoming, home of Buffalo Bill. It was a pretty fun town, with cowboy gunfights going on in the street and a cool pioneer village we were able to visit.
The next day we left Cody and made our way to Yellowstone, passing through the East entrance and making our way South to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, where we would spend the night. The ride was very scenic, and we shot a bunch of cool pictures. It was crazy how deep the water in the rivers were, and how islands near the Fishing Bridge were underwater.
Yet, we faced another difficulty when we stopped near West Thumb to take a few pictures. David had been struggling with a semi-dead battery on his bike, and we had to jump start him when we left Cody. But as he went to start the bike at West Thumb, it simply would not start, despite everyone's best efforts. We finally had to make a plan for me and my dad to ride down to Jackson and buy a battery and bring it back to him. He gave us his credit card and said he would wait for us there. We traveled for almost two hours until we reached Jackson, and found a K-Mart that was open that sold batteries. By then we had received a few voicemails from David saying he had called a tow truck and would meet us at the Southern entrance to the park. My dad decided to leave me in the hotel room and return by himself to meet David. I walked down to the Subway nearby for dinner, and spent a few hours reading and watching Netflix on my EVO phone. They returned later that night and we went for a midnight snack at MacDonalds.
The next day we wrapped up our trip by returning home via the Mirror Lake Highway. As we were in the thick of the forest, we felt a few raindrops and my dad decided it was prudent to pull over and put on our rain gear. It was a wise decision, because not five minutes later we were hit with pounding rain that we could barely see through, and were it not for our waterproof clothing, we would have been soaked to the bone. But the rain didn't stop us from visiting a scenic waterfall along the highway and taking pictures.
Despite the technical difficulties and the weather, we had a great time and the ride was one of the funnest that I've been on. It was well worth the planning and preparation that my dad put into the trip.
Last week I had my second motorcycle trip of the summer, together with my dad and his old high school friend Robert Gornichec. We went on a two-day trip to Moab, hitting three scenic parks: Canyonlands, Dead Horse Point, and Arches National Park.
After arriving in Moab and having lunch, we visited Canyonlands State Park. It was fun, as always, and had a lot of great photo ops. We started by walking down to the ledge overlooking the White Rim Trail, just beyond the Visitor Center. It is ironic that such an awesome viewpoint is not even marked on the maps within the building. I especially love visiting that spot to watch my dad squirm, who is deadly afraid of heights ever since he drove his snowmobile off a cliff a few years back.
We then trekked up to Mesa Arch, which is a neat arch that is about two miles into Canyonlands. By that time we saw some heavy rain clouds billowing our way, so we high-tailed it to our bikes and tried to beat it to Dead Horse Point so we could see the famous landmark at sunset. Just outside of Canyonlands, on our way to the other park, the rain unleashed itself upon us with everything it had, and we were instantly soaked to the bone. The rain/hail stung as it struck us, but we kept moving until we reached the ranger station. The ranger was a nice guy that let us take refuge in his booth until the rain let up a bit, then gave us a free pass into the park. We made our way to the lookout points and snapped a few pictures, but upon seeing the ominous rainclouds of a followup storm coming our way, we decided to not press our luck and head back, instead spending our time after dinner sitting in the hot tub at the hotel.
The next day we got up early and visited the Arches National Park, and made the traditional hike up to the famous Delicate Arch, which is the very same that is featured on most Utah license plates. It was fun, however tiring, and after the hike we slowly made our way back to Moab. We then traveled up the Colorado River a ways until we reached the Red Cliffs lodge, where we visited the film museum, that features exhibits for each movie that has starred some part of Moab, including Austin Powers: Goldmember, Mission: Impossible II, and Thelma & Louise.
After the museum, we made our way back home, thus ending another fun motorcycle ride. I really look forward to these rides, and to the time I get to spend with my dad one-on-one. I can't wait to see what adventures we will have next year, and until then plan to continue riding my bike as much as I can.
Ever since that day, my dad and I have taken our bikes all across the western states on some very exciting rides, visiting motorcycle rallies, visiting national and state parks, or just going on rides to spend time together. Together we have visited Yellowstone, Lake Tahoe, Zions National Park, Bryce Canyon, Reno, Jackson Hole, and a ton of other places. This summer was no exception.
This year we were able to hit two rides together. The first was a couple of weeks ago. My dad and I, accompanied by my uncle David, took our bikes on a journey to Red Lodge, Montana, for a motorcycle rally. We started our ride by driving all the way to Bozeman, Montana, where we faced some minor technical difficulties. We entered the city of Bozeman during a rainstorm, and before long realized we weren't sure how to find our hotel and accidentally ended up back on the freeway heading toward Billings. We pulled off on an off-ramp and called the hotel for directions. When my dad went to start his bike again, he found that somehow his ignition starter was not working and his bike would not turn over. Luckily my phone had the number of the Honda dealer in Orem and we reached them with three minutes before closing time. The mechanic was very helpful and explained to my dad that he could simply hotwire his bike to start it until he could get it fixed, so the trip could continue. I handed my Leatherman to my dad and he was able to use it to spark the engine and get it running.
The next day we hit the Red Lodge rally, which was awesome! There were tons of vendors, and we spent a good amount of time just walking up and down the streets shopping. After the rally, we heading onward to a small tourist town called Cody, Wyoming, home of Buffalo Bill. It was a pretty fun town, with cowboy gunfights going on in the street and a cool pioneer village we were able to visit.
The next day we left Cody and made our way to Yellowstone, passing through the East entrance and making our way South to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, where we would spend the night. The ride was very scenic, and we shot a bunch of cool pictures. It was crazy how deep the water in the rivers were, and how islands near the Fishing Bridge were underwater.
Yet, we faced another difficulty when we stopped near West Thumb to take a few pictures. David had been struggling with a semi-dead battery on his bike, and we had to jump start him when we left Cody. But as he went to start the bike at West Thumb, it simply would not start, despite everyone's best efforts. We finally had to make a plan for me and my dad to ride down to Jackson and buy a battery and bring it back to him. He gave us his credit card and said he would wait for us there. We traveled for almost two hours until we reached Jackson, and found a K-Mart that was open that sold batteries. By then we had received a few voicemails from David saying he had called a tow truck and would meet us at the Southern entrance to the park. My dad decided to leave me in the hotel room and return by himself to meet David. I walked down to the Subway nearby for dinner, and spent a few hours reading and watching Netflix on my EVO phone. They returned later that night and we went for a midnight snack at MacDonalds.
The next day we wrapped up our trip by returning home via the Mirror Lake Highway. As we were in the thick of the forest, we felt a few raindrops and my dad decided it was prudent to pull over and put on our rain gear. It was a wise decision, because not five minutes later we were hit with pounding rain that we could barely see through, and were it not for our waterproof clothing, we would have been soaked to the bone. But the rain didn't stop us from visiting a scenic waterfall along the highway and taking pictures.
Despite the technical difficulties and the weather, we had a great time and the ride was one of the funnest that I've been on. It was well worth the planning and preparation that my dad put into the trip.
Last week I had my second motorcycle trip of the summer, together with my dad and his old high school friend Robert Gornichec. We went on a two-day trip to Moab, hitting three scenic parks: Canyonlands, Dead Horse Point, and Arches National Park.
After arriving in Moab and having lunch, we visited Canyonlands State Park. It was fun, as always, and had a lot of great photo ops. We started by walking down to the ledge overlooking the White Rim Trail, just beyond the Visitor Center. It is ironic that such an awesome viewpoint is not even marked on the maps within the building. I especially love visiting that spot to watch my dad squirm, who is deadly afraid of heights ever since he drove his snowmobile off a cliff a few years back.
We then trekked up to Mesa Arch, which is a neat arch that is about two miles into Canyonlands. By that time we saw some heavy rain clouds billowing our way, so we high-tailed it to our bikes and tried to beat it to Dead Horse Point so we could see the famous landmark at sunset. Just outside of Canyonlands, on our way to the other park, the rain unleashed itself upon us with everything it had, and we were instantly soaked to the bone. The rain/hail stung as it struck us, but we kept moving until we reached the ranger station. The ranger was a nice guy that let us take refuge in his booth until the rain let up a bit, then gave us a free pass into the park. We made our way to the lookout points and snapped a few pictures, but upon seeing the ominous rainclouds of a followup storm coming our way, we decided to not press our luck and head back, instead spending our time after dinner sitting in the hot tub at the hotel.
The next day we got up early and visited the Arches National Park, and made the traditional hike up to the famous Delicate Arch, which is the very same that is featured on most Utah license plates. It was fun, however tiring, and after the hike we slowly made our way back to Moab. We then traveled up the Colorado River a ways until we reached the Red Cliffs lodge, where we visited the film museum, that features exhibits for each movie that has starred some part of Moab, including Austin Powers: Goldmember, Mission: Impossible II, and Thelma & Louise.
After the museum, we made our way back home, thus ending another fun motorcycle ride. I really look forward to these rides, and to the time I get to spend with my dad one-on-one. I can't wait to see what adventures we will have next year, and until then plan to continue riding my bike as much as I can.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Fire and Rain
Tonight was the annual "Blow Stuff Up" party with all of my fellow employees from ShopKo. Last year, Macedone (the "ringleader" of the show) bought a remote-controlled Hummer, which cost him about $50, and filled it with at least its worth in fireworks, and set it off while the rest of us ducked for cover. When it was all over, we were left with a smoldering pile of plastic and streaks of white and red burned into our retinas for about ten minutes.
Would it be possible to top last year's Independence Day escapades? I think we did.
We met tonight in the ShopKo parking lot, waiting for those who were working the closing shift to join us if they wanted to. A few ominous sprinkles of rain splashed down on us, and black clouds surrounded us, and we started to wonder if our party was actually going to happen. Within minutes, the rain started to pelt down, harder and harder. A few people disappeared, choosing not to wait out the storm, while the rest of us retreated to the greenhouse in the Lawn & Garden center to remain as dry as possible.
We watched as the water began to rise, the drainage ducts in the parking lot being completely outmatched by the torrential downpour. The rain came down in sheets as we watched our manager sprint from door to door, including the Lawn & Garden shed, making sure all of the locks were secure. Eventually we decided that we would postpone the celebration until the following night, and everyone began to trickle out of the greenhouse and dart to their vehicles.
I realized that my dad had driven his motorcycle to work, and so I jumped in my car and drove over to RC Willey to give him a ride home. However, when I was about a block away, I got a call from home saying that he had arrived home safely on the bike, despite the fact that he was completely drenched.
As I turned back, I called one of the party guests to see if they were still in the greenhouse waiting out the storm, only to find out that the rain was subsiding and the original plan was back on. I returned to ShopKo and met up with the stragglers, and we soon left the premises to find the others, who had apparently left to procure a location to begin lighting off the fireworks.
They had found a secluded parking lot in which we could launch the pyrotechnics, and we stayed there until the firework curfew at eleven o'clock at night. Despite the rain alternating between a drizzle and downpours, we had a great time, watching people light off a multitude of fireworks that cost a total of at least three hundred dollars. It was super fun, and definitely outdid last year's adventure. I wonder what next year will hold.
Would it be possible to top last year's Independence Day escapades? I think we did.
We met tonight in the ShopKo parking lot, waiting for those who were working the closing shift to join us if they wanted to. A few ominous sprinkles of rain splashed down on us, and black clouds surrounded us, and we started to wonder if our party was actually going to happen. Within minutes, the rain started to pelt down, harder and harder. A few people disappeared, choosing not to wait out the storm, while the rest of us retreated to the greenhouse in the Lawn & Garden center to remain as dry as possible.
We watched as the water began to rise, the drainage ducts in the parking lot being completely outmatched by the torrential downpour. The rain came down in sheets as we watched our manager sprint from door to door, including the Lawn & Garden shed, making sure all of the locks were secure. Eventually we decided that we would postpone the celebration until the following night, and everyone began to trickle out of the greenhouse and dart to their vehicles.
I realized that my dad had driven his motorcycle to work, and so I jumped in my car and drove over to RC Willey to give him a ride home. However, when I was about a block away, I got a call from home saying that he had arrived home safely on the bike, despite the fact that he was completely drenched.
As I turned back, I called one of the party guests to see if they were still in the greenhouse waiting out the storm, only to find out that the rain was subsiding and the original plan was back on. I returned to ShopKo and met up with the stragglers, and we soon left the premises to find the others, who had apparently left to procure a location to begin lighting off the fireworks.
They had found a secluded parking lot in which we could launch the pyrotechnics, and we stayed there until the firework curfew at eleven o'clock at night. Despite the rain alternating between a drizzle and downpours, we had a great time, watching people light off a multitude of fireworks that cost a total of at least three hundred dollars. It was super fun, and definitely outdid last year's adventure. I wonder what next year will hold.
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Android Frenzy
Over the past few weeks, I have come across some way awesome apps for my Android phone. I have the LG Optimus S from Sprint, and I really love this phone. I kind of wish that I'd gone with the Evo--mainly because of its humongous screen--but this phone does everything that I want and more. I debated for a while whether or not it was worth it to change data plans just for an Android, but all of my doubts were blown away the second I got to play with it.
The first app that really changed my Android experience was Teamviewer, an app designed for remote desktop capabilities. My uncle was visiting from Oregon about two months ago, and was using one of our computers to send off some important emails. He was kicking himself because he didn't have some files from his computer that he really needed to refer to, and he asked me if there was any way to get into his computer from Utah. I told him no as a short answer...at least not without someone on the other end setting it up, and without going through the hassle of setting up Windows Remote Desktop, which is a huge pain and has been known to be insecure at times.
I got to thinking about that answer, however, and decided to research different ways to remote control my computers, because I knew that it would be very convenient to be able to access my computer from school, or even to take over my dad's computer to help him solve a computer issue without having to physically be sitting at his machine.
What shocked me is that Teamviewer--which is a free program, by the way--has a mobile app for both Android and iPhone that allows you to access you computer(s) from your phone, using the touch screen to control the mouse.
It's crazy that you can actually do anything on your computer through your phone or the Web that you normally could do, including surfing the Internet, restarting your computer, or even playing games and watching movies. It even has a file transfer mode that lets you transfer files from your computer at home to the one you're using. For example, if I were to forget my homework on my personal computer, I could log in from a school computer, transfer the file, and print it out.
One thing I really love about Sprint is their cooperation with Google to provide a bunch of sweet features. Sprint just barely integrated with Google Voice, which has been super convenient for me. Now, my voicemail is completely controlled through Google Voice, which means that I can set up different voicemail greetings, depending on who's calling me (i.e. I can a different message play for when work calls me, and a completely different message for when a venue calls wanting to book my band for a gig). It also transcribes all of my voicemails into text, so if I can't listen to my message immediately because I'm somewhere loud or only have time to quickly glance at my phone, I can read when the message is about. It also uploads all of the messages to Google, so I can read and/or play them from my computer. It is a super time-saver.
Google has some really cool apps that I am impressed with besides Google Voice. A brand new app that was just released as a beta is called Google Music. This app has two aspects. The first is a music player that is very similar to an iPod, with the ability to listen to the music on your phone by artist, album, playlist, etc. I only have three albums on my phone at the moment, but I love cranking the tunes when I'm out feeding the dog or taking the car after misplacing my iPod, since I am very anti-radio when I can help it (why listen to commercials and songs you don't want to hear if you don't have to).
The even cooler aspect of Google Music is the "cloud" feature, which is currently by invitation only. It lets you upload music from your computer, like from iTunes for example, and listen to it anywhere. This means that I could pull out my phone and listen to any of the music on my computer, without actually having to download the song onto my phone or store it on my SD card. I have an 8GB SD card for my phone, but I still don't want to overload it with music. The three albums I have on my phone are two Coheed and Cambria albums that I listen to all the time, and my recently disbanded rock band Formerly So, in case I want to show it off to somebody. I really hope I get invited to participate in the cloud beta, because I'd love to have more music on my phone, especially because it has a headphone jack and a powerful speaker.
The last app that I found was actually made known to me tonight at work by my friend and coworker Jared. He busted out his phone while we were about to leave (which is also an Android phone), and I saw that his texting app was way cooler than the original Android Messaging app. It had a sweet grunge-like theme and had the threads animated with color-coded word bubbles, apparently like the iPhone.
The app is called Handcent, and--like all of the other apps that I've mentioned--is completely free. I chose to set up mine with the same grunge theme that Jared had, called Metal (shown above), but there were tons to choose from. I also like how the pictures for each contact are much bigger, which helps me to quickly recognize who I'm talking to.
I love how the Android phones are so easily customized. After installing these apps, and designing my own Coheed and Cambria wallpaper for my phone, I feel like it's completely different from the phone I bought a few months ago. Even though I'm anxiously waiting for my upgrade period to arrive so I can move up to the Evo or Nexus S, or whatever cool new phone is out when the time comes, this phone has been perfect for me and has really lived up to its name.
The first app that really changed my Android experience was Teamviewer, an app designed for remote desktop capabilities. My uncle was visiting from Oregon about two months ago, and was using one of our computers to send off some important emails. He was kicking himself because he didn't have some files from his computer that he really needed to refer to, and he asked me if there was any way to get into his computer from Utah. I told him no as a short answer...at least not without someone on the other end setting it up, and without going through the hassle of setting up Windows Remote Desktop, which is a huge pain and has been known to be insecure at times.
I got to thinking about that answer, however, and decided to research different ways to remote control my computers, because I knew that it would be very convenient to be able to access my computer from school, or even to take over my dad's computer to help him solve a computer issue without having to physically be sitting at his machine.
What shocked me is that Teamviewer--which is a free program, by the way--has a mobile app for both Android and iPhone that allows you to access you computer(s) from your phone, using the touch screen to control the mouse.
It's crazy that you can actually do anything on your computer through your phone or the Web that you normally could do, including surfing the Internet, restarting your computer, or even playing games and watching movies. It even has a file transfer mode that lets you transfer files from your computer at home to the one you're using. For example, if I were to forget my homework on my personal computer, I could log in from a school computer, transfer the file, and print it out.
One thing I really love about Sprint is their cooperation with Google to provide a bunch of sweet features. Sprint just barely integrated with Google Voice, which has been super convenient for me. Now, my voicemail is completely controlled through Google Voice, which means that I can set up different voicemail greetings, depending on who's calling me (i.e. I can a different message play for when work calls me, and a completely different message for when a venue calls wanting to book my band for a gig). It also transcribes all of my voicemails into text, so if I can't listen to my message immediately because I'm somewhere loud or only have time to quickly glance at my phone, I can read when the message is about. It also uploads all of the messages to Google, so I can read and/or play them from my computer. It is a super time-saver.
Google has some really cool apps that I am impressed with besides Google Voice. A brand new app that was just released as a beta is called Google Music. This app has two aspects. The first is a music player that is very similar to an iPod, with the ability to listen to the music on your phone by artist, album, playlist, etc. I only have three albums on my phone at the moment, but I love cranking the tunes when I'm out feeding the dog or taking the car after misplacing my iPod, since I am very anti-radio when I can help it (why listen to commercials and songs you don't want to hear if you don't have to).
The even cooler aspect of Google Music is the "cloud" feature, which is currently by invitation only. It lets you upload music from your computer, like from iTunes for example, and listen to it anywhere. This means that I could pull out my phone and listen to any of the music on my computer, without actually having to download the song onto my phone or store it on my SD card. I have an 8GB SD card for my phone, but I still don't want to overload it with music. The three albums I have on my phone are two Coheed and Cambria albums that I listen to all the time, and my recently disbanded rock band Formerly So, in case I want to show it off to somebody. I really hope I get invited to participate in the cloud beta, because I'd love to have more music on my phone, especially because it has a headphone jack and a powerful speaker.
The last app that I found was actually made known to me tonight at work by my friend and coworker Jared. He busted out his phone while we were about to leave (which is also an Android phone), and I saw that his texting app was way cooler than the original Android Messaging app. It had a sweet grunge-like theme and had the threads animated with color-coded word bubbles, apparently like the iPhone.
The app is called Handcent, and--like all of the other apps that I've mentioned--is completely free. I chose to set up mine with the same grunge theme that Jared had, called Metal (shown above), but there were tons to choose from. I also like how the pictures for each contact are much bigger, which helps me to quickly recognize who I'm talking to.
I love how the Android phones are so easily customized. After installing these apps, and designing my own Coheed and Cambria wallpaper for my phone, I feel like it's completely different from the phone I bought a few months ago. Even though I'm anxiously waiting for my upgrade period to arrive so I can move up to the Evo or Nexus S, or whatever cool new phone is out when the time comes, this phone has been perfect for me and has really lived up to its name.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Neverender: SSTB
Last night I had the awesome chance to see my favorite band, Coheed and Cambria, play a live show at In The Venue in Salt Lake City. This was a show unlike any other, because the band had no opening bands and played a full hour by themselves. In fact, the show was referred to as An Evening with Coheed and Cambria.
This show was also an encore of the Neverender concert series that they did a few years ago, during which they performed their full albums straight through. This was the Second Stage Turbine Blade session, meaning that they performed their first album in its entirety.
I went tot he show with Brayden and my friend--who is also Brayden's cousin--Andrew. We hit Salt Lake City early so we could avoid rush hour traffic, which meant we were able to cruise the Gateway and grab some dinner at a really good Mexican restaurant...that I still can't pronounce. It was also just great to sit down and chat with my good friends.
I had been reading articles about this concert series, and Claudio (Coheed's vocalist and guitarist) mentioned that they prided themselves in their large merch table at shows, so I couldn't enter the venue without immediately jumping in line to buy myself a t-shirt and other knick knacks.
When the show began, Coheed came out and played a full acoustic set. I knew they were going to play some stuff from Claudio's solo project, Prize Fighter Inferno, but for some reason I didn't realize they'd also be playing some of my favorite songs like Mother Superior, Always and Never, and even Here We Are, Juggernaut. They even played a brand new song entitled Iron Fist. It was awesome.
Claudio was hilarious. He walked out with some thick, white-framed glasses and when someone yelled out a comment about them, he laughed and said, "Well, they were 50% off on clearance at Lenscrafters." Man, he's such a cool guy. Even Travis, the lead guitarist, was way funny and happy, and performed a Bob Dylan song in which he performed lead vocals. And of course, I was blown away by bassist Mic Todd.
After the acoustic set, they walked off stage while the techs rearranged the stage for the electric sets. Then, after about twenty minutes, they came back out on stage and performed the entire album Second Stage Turbine Blade. It was a great performance. When their hit song Devil in Jersey City began, the whole place was jumpin'. My copy of this album was always pretty bad quality, and so I never really listened to it before I had a ticket to the show, after which I decided it was time to get a playable copy so I could get the most out of the concert. It has now become an album that I listen to all the time, regardless of the concert.
As stated in a previous blog, I also began reading the comic books The Amory Wars, that inspired Coheed's albums, which made it that much better to watch them perform living, understanding what each song signified.
After performing the hidden track on the album, entitled IRO-bot, which was amazing, they retreated from the stage once again. After the crowd cheered them back, they returned to play ANOTHER set with songs from all of their albums. They played a lot of my favorites, including Welcome Home, Ten Speed, and No World for Tomorrow.
And if that wasn't enough, after playing that set of songs, they returned to the stage one final time to perform an acoustic rendition of the additional track Elf Tower New Mexico from their second album, In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3. They said their farewells, and thus concluded the best show I've ever attended in my whole life.
It was such a fun night, and I spent it with some of my best friends, which made it even that much cooler. Not to mention that Brayden is the biggest Coheed and Cambria fan I've ever met, besides myself, so it was perfect to rock out next to him...even though we did get lost from each other in the mosh pit since he's about a foot taller than me.
I was so glad I was able to hit that show, and really hope Coheed comes back soon. It was an unbelievable show in every aspect.
This show was also an encore of the Neverender concert series that they did a few years ago, during which they performed their full albums straight through. This was the Second Stage Turbine Blade session, meaning that they performed their first album in its entirety.
I went tot he show with Brayden and my friend--who is also Brayden's cousin--Andrew. We hit Salt Lake City early so we could avoid rush hour traffic, which meant we were able to cruise the Gateway and grab some dinner at a really good Mexican restaurant...that I still can't pronounce. It was also just great to sit down and chat with my good friends.
I had been reading articles about this concert series, and Claudio (Coheed's vocalist and guitarist) mentioned that they prided themselves in their large merch table at shows, so I couldn't enter the venue without immediately jumping in line to buy myself a t-shirt and other knick knacks.
When the show began, Coheed came out and played a full acoustic set. I knew they were going to play some stuff from Claudio's solo project, Prize Fighter Inferno, but for some reason I didn't realize they'd also be playing some of my favorite songs like Mother Superior, Always and Never, and even Here We Are, Juggernaut. They even played a brand new song entitled Iron Fist. It was awesome.
Claudio was hilarious. He walked out with some thick, white-framed glasses and when someone yelled out a comment about them, he laughed and said, "Well, they were 50% off on clearance at Lenscrafters." Man, he's such a cool guy. Even Travis, the lead guitarist, was way funny and happy, and performed a Bob Dylan song in which he performed lead vocals. And of course, I was blown away by bassist Mic Todd.
After the acoustic set, they walked off stage while the techs rearranged the stage for the electric sets. Then, after about twenty minutes, they came back out on stage and performed the entire album Second Stage Turbine Blade. It was a great performance. When their hit song Devil in Jersey City began, the whole place was jumpin'. My copy of this album was always pretty bad quality, and so I never really listened to it before I had a ticket to the show, after which I decided it was time to get a playable copy so I could get the most out of the concert. It has now become an album that I listen to all the time, regardless of the concert.
As stated in a previous blog, I also began reading the comic books The Amory Wars, that inspired Coheed's albums, which made it that much better to watch them perform living, understanding what each song signified.
After performing the hidden track on the album, entitled IRO-bot, which was amazing, they retreated from the stage once again. After the crowd cheered them back, they returned to play ANOTHER set with songs from all of their albums. They played a lot of my favorites, including Welcome Home, Ten Speed, and No World for Tomorrow.
And if that wasn't enough, after playing that set of songs, they returned to the stage one final time to perform an acoustic rendition of the additional track Elf Tower New Mexico from their second album, In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3. They said their farewells, and thus concluded the best show I've ever attended in my whole life.
It was such a fun night, and I spent it with some of my best friends, which made it even that much cooler. Not to mention that Brayden is the biggest Coheed and Cambria fan I've ever met, besides myself, so it was perfect to rock out next to him...even though we did get lost from each other in the mosh pit since he's about a foot taller than me.
I was so glad I was able to hit that show, and really hope Coheed comes back soon. It was an unbelievable show in every aspect.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Coheed & Comic Books
I can honestly say that I have never been into comic books...until now, that is. I got my first taste when I started listening more to the band Coheed and Cambria, a progressive rock, concept band who base their albums around segments of their comic book series called the Amory Wars.
I have always been a fan of Coheed and Cambria, and they have been in my list of Top 3 favorite bands for at least the past year. However, I really started listening more to them around the same time the issues concerning my band arose. I found that it was really easy to get lost inside the music with these concept albums, as opposed to other genres of music, where every drum beat and bassline would remind me of my band and of the stress its issues were thrusting upon me.
Not only that, but the music is just...good, very simply put. The guitar riffs are intricately composed, the basslines are genius, and the vocals have a range and force that is unheard of. It's music that I can listen to for hours on end without growing tired of it...and frankly I have, as I've listened to almost nothing but Coheed for the past few weeks.
This is, in part, in preparation for this coming Tuesday, May 3rd. Brayden (Formerly So vocalist and my good friend) and I, along with Andrew Alder (another good friend and former rhythm guitarist of Formerly So), Brayden's sister Sadie, and a few others, all have tickets to see Coheed and Cambria live at In The Venue in Salt Lake City. It's going to be a show like none other. It is an encore to their Neverender concert series, and they will be the only band performing that night. They will begin by playing their album Second Stage Turbine Blade in its entirety, followed by an acoustic set and most likely a set/encore of other songs in their arsenal.
I've never been so excited to see a live show, and I really cannot wait until Tuesday. Needless to say, I am preparing myself nonstop to get the most out of this show, including reading Amory Wars, listening to and studying the albums (especially SSTB), and learning the biographies of the band's members. I'm sure I'll remember this show for a long time, and I'm glad I've got some great friends who will be able to share the experience with me.
I have always been a fan of Coheed and Cambria, and they have been in my list of Top 3 favorite bands for at least the past year. However, I really started listening more to them around the same time the issues concerning my band arose. I found that it was really easy to get lost inside the music with these concept albums, as opposed to other genres of music, where every drum beat and bassline would remind me of my band and of the stress its issues were thrusting upon me.
Not only that, but the music is just...good, very simply put. The guitar riffs are intricately composed, the basslines are genius, and the vocals have a range and force that is unheard of. It's music that I can listen to for hours on end without growing tired of it...and frankly I have, as I've listened to almost nothing but Coheed for the past few weeks.
This is, in part, in preparation for this coming Tuesday, May 3rd. Brayden (Formerly So vocalist and my good friend) and I, along with Andrew Alder (another good friend and former rhythm guitarist of Formerly So), Brayden's sister Sadie, and a few others, all have tickets to see Coheed and Cambria live at In The Venue in Salt Lake City. It's going to be a show like none other. It is an encore to their Neverender concert series, and they will be the only band performing that night. They will begin by playing their album Second Stage Turbine Blade in its entirety, followed by an acoustic set and most likely a set/encore of other songs in their arsenal.
I've never been so excited to see a live show, and I really cannot wait until Tuesday. Needless to say, I am preparing myself nonstop to get the most out of this show, including reading Amory Wars, listening to and studying the albums (especially SSTB), and learning the biographies of the band's members. I'm sure I'll remember this show for a long time, and I'm glad I've got some great friends who will be able to share the experience with me.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
/myuˈzɪʃən/
Definitions aren't just a part of the dictionary. I believe that everyone has their own definition. This may sound pretty cheesy, like something that would be the plot of some high school-themed movie about jocks, nerds, and drama geeks, but it's true.
Not only do definitions apply to everyone, but for the most part people define themselves. It may be a subconscious thing, or it may be physical. But needless to say, it happens. To know how your life is defined, you just have to think what it would say next to your name if you were to look yourself up in the "dictionary of life."
I mention all of this because I have come to recognize that I have come to recognize the definition that I've given of myself, especially in the past three years, if not longer. In reality, I'd have to say it's been for about the past six. And, essentially, I have defined myself as a musician.
I have always been, for the most part, a shy guy. Although I like sports, I've never been a super jock and haven't played on any high school teams. I'm not the guy that can effortlessly walk up to a cute girl that I see in the hallway and get her number, and although I think I'm a pretty approachable, interesting guy, I'm not the attention-seeker in a class that shouts out funny comments to get laughs.
But all of that is different when I have a guitar in my hands. When I am performing in front of people, I know no fear. I have no problem running and jumping all over the stage, being crazy and acting like a rock star. It's like second nature to me. I have always said that music is my "out," a way for me to come out of my shell and to show a different side of me.
I love every aspect of music. I can easily spend hours sitting down with my bass, my acoustic guitar, or on the piano, meticulously plucking away at notes trying to come up with something cool, or trying to learn how to play my favorite songs or tweak them to my liking. I love how lyrics can be seamlessly intertwined with music to create a work of art as well. In fact, even while I was on my mission in Brazil, I spent my down time on preparation days sitting down with a notepad and a pen, scribbling down lyrics that one day I hoped to blend with some music.
I have also really thrived at playing the part of the "musician," playing in shows, practicing with a band comprised of my best friends, writing music, performing covers, recording albums, and self-promoting with every chance I got. I loved the feeling of arriving at a venue with my gear, setting up, and walking on stage to play music that I had a part in writing to fans who paid money to see me play. It is a pretty remarkable feeling.
Although music always took the primary spot on the importance scale in the musician's world for me, I really enjoyed being able to inform people of my music. It was nice to let people know that I played in a rock band, and to let them listen to my music. I enjoyed mingling with other bands and venue owners to talk music, and to plan events. I adored hitting the social media outlets to let our followers know of new music being written, upcoming shows, and let them share in the life that I had.
Unfortunately, much of what I have said was in the past-tense. Over a course of the past few weeks and months, much of this life took a brutal hit, and shook my entire life. For the first time in three years, I had to ask myself the question, "where do I go from here?" My band, as well as my way of life, began to dissolve around me, and it forced me to take a step back and attempt to perceive how exactly my life was defined.
I have spent the last three years knowing that band practice and shows, like paying taxes, was a surety and would be a regular occurrence. Even with living the life of a rock musician, I had a very structured life. However, suddenly the walls have come crashing down and I feel like I am standing in the middle of a whole, wide world with many directions to take.
I suppose that in many ways this is a good thing. It helped me understand that I do have options in my life, and it helped me to realize what it is that I truly want to accomplish in my life, and that I have the power to make my own decisions. But at the same time, it frightened me to take a look at my life and ask, "who am I when you take away the music?"
Suddenly, my life felt pretty empty. A spell of depression hit as I realized that music is a very large chunk of my life. Without music, I am a guy working at a low-paying job while I finish up my Bachelor of Science degree in Information Technology. I am a guy with no girlfriend, on no sports team, and with a large pool of acquaintances but a small circle of friends. I am a guy with a lot of free time, with no easy solution as to how to fill it.
But at the same time, looking closely at my life, it helps me to see exactly what I do have as well. I am a guy who is only semesters away from having a 4-year college degree. I am a returned LDS missionary who speaks fluent Portuguese, and who is true to his faith. I am a certified computing expert who is very skilled technologically. I am a kind, humble, funny, personable guy who enjoys people and is fun to be around. And, of course, I am a musician, being musically talented.
In essence, when I look back, music is a very large part of my life, but it is not the only thing in my life. Perhaps it was the perfect time for me to discover that. I still enjoy music, and believe that I will always be able to consider myself a musician. Whether I continue with the same group of musicians, find a new one, or continue to improve my musical abilities on my own, I will always have the passion for music that I always have, and will always let the power of music enrich my life.
Not only do definitions apply to everyone, but for the most part people define themselves. It may be a subconscious thing, or it may be physical. But needless to say, it happens. To know how your life is defined, you just have to think what it would say next to your name if you were to look yourself up in the "dictionary of life."
I mention all of this because I have come to recognize that I have come to recognize the definition that I've given of myself, especially in the past three years, if not longer. In reality, I'd have to say it's been for about the past six. And, essentially, I have defined myself as a musician.
I have always been, for the most part, a shy guy. Although I like sports, I've never been a super jock and haven't played on any high school teams. I'm not the guy that can effortlessly walk up to a cute girl that I see in the hallway and get her number, and although I think I'm a pretty approachable, interesting guy, I'm not the attention-seeker in a class that shouts out funny comments to get laughs.
But all of that is different when I have a guitar in my hands. When I am performing in front of people, I know no fear. I have no problem running and jumping all over the stage, being crazy and acting like a rock star. It's like second nature to me. I have always said that music is my "out," a way for me to come out of my shell and to show a different side of me.
I love every aspect of music. I can easily spend hours sitting down with my bass, my acoustic guitar, or on the piano, meticulously plucking away at notes trying to come up with something cool, or trying to learn how to play my favorite songs or tweak them to my liking. I love how lyrics can be seamlessly intertwined with music to create a work of art as well. In fact, even while I was on my mission in Brazil, I spent my down time on preparation days sitting down with a notepad and a pen, scribbling down lyrics that one day I hoped to blend with some music.
I have also really thrived at playing the part of the "musician," playing in shows, practicing with a band comprised of my best friends, writing music, performing covers, recording albums, and self-promoting with every chance I got. I loved the feeling of arriving at a venue with my gear, setting up, and walking on stage to play music that I had a part in writing to fans who paid money to see me play. It is a pretty remarkable feeling.
Although music always took the primary spot on the importance scale in the musician's world for me, I really enjoyed being able to inform people of my music. It was nice to let people know that I played in a rock band, and to let them listen to my music. I enjoyed mingling with other bands and venue owners to talk music, and to plan events. I adored hitting the social media outlets to let our followers know of new music being written, upcoming shows, and let them share in the life that I had.
Unfortunately, much of what I have said was in the past-tense. Over a course of the past few weeks and months, much of this life took a brutal hit, and shook my entire life. For the first time in three years, I had to ask myself the question, "where do I go from here?" My band, as well as my way of life, began to dissolve around me, and it forced me to take a step back and attempt to perceive how exactly my life was defined.
I have spent the last three years knowing that band practice and shows, like paying taxes, was a surety and would be a regular occurrence. Even with living the life of a rock musician, I had a very structured life. However, suddenly the walls have come crashing down and I feel like I am standing in the middle of a whole, wide world with many directions to take.
I suppose that in many ways this is a good thing. It helped me understand that I do have options in my life, and it helped me to realize what it is that I truly want to accomplish in my life, and that I have the power to make my own decisions. But at the same time, it frightened me to take a look at my life and ask, "who am I when you take away the music?"
Suddenly, my life felt pretty empty. A spell of depression hit as I realized that music is a very large chunk of my life. Without music, I am a guy working at a low-paying job while I finish up my Bachelor of Science degree in Information Technology. I am a guy with no girlfriend, on no sports team, and with a large pool of acquaintances but a small circle of friends. I am a guy with a lot of free time, with no easy solution as to how to fill it.
But at the same time, looking closely at my life, it helps me to see exactly what I do have as well. I am a guy who is only semesters away from having a 4-year college degree. I am a returned LDS missionary who speaks fluent Portuguese, and who is true to his faith. I am a certified computing expert who is very skilled technologically. I am a kind, humble, funny, personable guy who enjoys people and is fun to be around. And, of course, I am a musician, being musically talented.
In essence, when I look back, music is a very large part of my life, but it is not the only thing in my life. Perhaps it was the perfect time for me to discover that. I still enjoy music, and believe that I will always be able to consider myself a musician. Whether I continue with the same group of musicians, find a new one, or continue to improve my musical abilities on my own, I will always have the passion for music that I always have, and will always let the power of music enrich my life.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Brain Poision
There are three specific times in my life--that I can remember--that I have experienced the harmful and devastating effects of alcohol on people that I care about. Two of these occurred in Brazil, the third being more recent.
While serving my mission in São Paulo, I lived in an interior city called São José dos Campos, in a neighborhood called Jardim Morumbi. My companion and I, Elder Santana, were holding a baptismal service in the church, when a drunk man wandered in asking to hear more about this Mormon church. After the program, we took him into the chapel and sat down with him, teaching him about the church, giving him the standard "first lesson." He was interested in hearing more, so we began meeting with him regularly, after making him promise to be sober so we wouldn't be wasting our time teaching a man who was unable to coherently understand it. He agreed.
With each lesson, he proudly announced to us that he had stopped drinking and was really excited to have a life outside of alcohol. He was later baptized, and actively participated in the church.
Unfortunately, several weeks after Elder Santana was transferred, we received the sad news that Brother Sales, our convert, had suffered a relapse. We went to his humble apartment and found him lying on his bed, drunk into a stupor. I was very upset that he had returned to drinking, as I had been so impressed with the change in his life when he finally relinquished the bottle. I asked him about it, and in a slurred voice he replied that he had been offered a drink by a friend and had been too afraid to deny, and after taking his first drink since sobering up, he fell down the slippery slope and was overcome by the temptation.
I just remember how sad it was to see him so overpowered by a drink, and how it had completely taken over his life. He told me while lying on his bed that night that it was so hard to quit the first time that he didn't think he could ever do it again. Despite our urging and helping him to return to sobriety, it was no use and he returned to the streets, going from bar to bar. Throughout my remaining time in that area, when I would occasionally see him stumbling down the street, bottle in hand, it would also bring sad memories to the front of my mind.
The second experience I had on my mission involved a young man in his early twenties named Adriano, who lived in a neighborhood called Vila Galvão in Guarulhos, near the international airport. He was divorced with a beautiful little girl. He told us that he used to drink, and that vice had destroyed his marriage.
He readily accepted the Gospel and embraced the teachings, being baptized soon after beginning visits with me and my companion, along with his mother. He thrived in the Gospel, making many new friends and really enjoying each week at church. He even hit a bunch of single adult activities including dances and other activities.
However, he took a job that was extremely stressful, and one fateful night when the stress was smothering him, he made the mistake of turning to the bottle. I never saw Adriano drunk like I did Sales, but the fact that he had returned to alcohol after it had sabotaged his family made him so upset with himself that he sent himself into a tailspin. He no longer felt comfortable attending church, feeling inadequate for having relapsed that night, and I was transferred out of the area before I could see him turn around.
Those two examples were during my mission, but I had a more devastating experience the other night, and it was mostly due to the fact that the one brought to his knees by the alcohol was one of my best friends and mentors who I have looked up to for several years now. I saw him so loaded that he was stumbling all over the place and literally had a very hard time stringing two words together.
It was surprisingly very hard to me to watch somebody that I had always taken advice from be brought down to the intelligence level of a small child. Unfortunately, I lost a ton of respect for him that night, and I expect that it will be hard for me to take any advice from him in the future. I hope this will change with time, but only time will tell.
The most upsetting part is that he has already beaten alcohol once several years ago, and vowed never to return to it, as he recognized just how much it had negatively affected his life. I'm just hoping and praying that he makes this same epiphany once again and comes to his senses. Once again, only time will tell.
While serving my mission in São Paulo, I lived in an interior city called São José dos Campos, in a neighborhood called Jardim Morumbi. My companion and I, Elder Santana, were holding a baptismal service in the church, when a drunk man wandered in asking to hear more about this Mormon church. After the program, we took him into the chapel and sat down with him, teaching him about the church, giving him the standard "first lesson." He was interested in hearing more, so we began meeting with him regularly, after making him promise to be sober so we wouldn't be wasting our time teaching a man who was unable to coherently understand it. He agreed.
With each lesson, he proudly announced to us that he had stopped drinking and was really excited to have a life outside of alcohol. He was later baptized, and actively participated in the church.
Unfortunately, several weeks after Elder Santana was transferred, we received the sad news that Brother Sales, our convert, had suffered a relapse. We went to his humble apartment and found him lying on his bed, drunk into a stupor. I was very upset that he had returned to drinking, as I had been so impressed with the change in his life when he finally relinquished the bottle. I asked him about it, and in a slurred voice he replied that he had been offered a drink by a friend and had been too afraid to deny, and after taking his first drink since sobering up, he fell down the slippery slope and was overcome by the temptation.
I just remember how sad it was to see him so overpowered by a drink, and how it had completely taken over his life. He told me while lying on his bed that night that it was so hard to quit the first time that he didn't think he could ever do it again. Despite our urging and helping him to return to sobriety, it was no use and he returned to the streets, going from bar to bar. Throughout my remaining time in that area, when I would occasionally see him stumbling down the street, bottle in hand, it would also bring sad memories to the front of my mind.
The second experience I had on my mission involved a young man in his early twenties named Adriano, who lived in a neighborhood called Vila Galvão in Guarulhos, near the international airport. He was divorced with a beautiful little girl. He told us that he used to drink, and that vice had destroyed his marriage.
He readily accepted the Gospel and embraced the teachings, being baptized soon after beginning visits with me and my companion, along with his mother. He thrived in the Gospel, making many new friends and really enjoying each week at church. He even hit a bunch of single adult activities including dances and other activities.
However, he took a job that was extremely stressful, and one fateful night when the stress was smothering him, he made the mistake of turning to the bottle. I never saw Adriano drunk like I did Sales, but the fact that he had returned to alcohol after it had sabotaged his family made him so upset with himself that he sent himself into a tailspin. He no longer felt comfortable attending church, feeling inadequate for having relapsed that night, and I was transferred out of the area before I could see him turn around.
Those two examples were during my mission, but I had a more devastating experience the other night, and it was mostly due to the fact that the one brought to his knees by the alcohol was one of my best friends and mentors who I have looked up to for several years now. I saw him so loaded that he was stumbling all over the place and literally had a very hard time stringing two words together.
It was surprisingly very hard to me to watch somebody that I had always taken advice from be brought down to the intelligence level of a small child. Unfortunately, I lost a ton of respect for him that night, and I expect that it will be hard for me to take any advice from him in the future. I hope this will change with time, but only time will tell.
The most upsetting part is that he has already beaten alcohol once several years ago, and vowed never to return to it, as he recognized just how much it had negatively affected his life. I'm just hoping and praying that he makes this same epiphany once again and comes to his senses. Once again, only time will tell.
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Bona Blues
I didn't get a chance yet to talk about our last band practice at Bona Signs, even though it was really awesome. And now that Adam posted some sweet pictures on Facebook that he took with his nice SLR camera, I figure it's about time that I show them off a bit.
Two weeks ago, we had our second practice at the Bona Signs warehouse in Springville. It was about as long as the first one, and once again we got a lot done, working on new and old songs, as well as some sweet covers we're trying to hammer out for our next shows. There was, however, one very big difference that set this practice apart: the lighting.
In the center of the warehouse was a large, LED message board, like what are used on huge electronic marquees on billboards and at shopping malls. Just drive down the freeway for 20 minutes--or even down state street in Orem so you can get blinded by the Supersonic Car Wash sign--and you'll know what I'm talking about. We actually took our band promo pictures in front of a similar message board back when we were preparing our album.
Anyway, halfway through the practice, Brian shut off the main lights as Blue turned on the message board, bathing the warehouse in an eerie blue light. It really made it fun to practice, as it almost made it feel as if we were at a show with stage lighting.
It also made for good practice, because it really tests your skill when you have to play an instrument in the dark, as you can't see what frets your playing and really have to rely on memory and feel. Back when I played in my old band 2 The Same, and when I first started with Formerly So, I used to practice to the songs in my basement with the lights off and only the computer monitors to give me light, so that I could get used to it. But it even close to the same.
It was definitely a band practice to remember, and really got us excited to hit some future shows, and to finish up all of the new songs we have in the hopper that are super close to being completed.
Two weeks ago, we had our second practice at the Bona Signs warehouse in Springville. It was about as long as the first one, and once again we got a lot done, working on new and old songs, as well as some sweet covers we're trying to hammer out for our next shows. There was, however, one very big difference that set this practice apart: the lighting.
In the center of the warehouse was a large, LED message board, like what are used on huge electronic marquees on billboards and at shopping malls. Just drive down the freeway for 20 minutes--or even down state street in Orem so you can get blinded by the Supersonic Car Wash sign--and you'll know what I'm talking about. We actually took our band promo pictures in front of a similar message board back when we were preparing our album.
Anyway, halfway through the practice, Brian shut off the main lights as Blue turned on the message board, bathing the warehouse in an eerie blue light. It really made it fun to practice, as it almost made it feel as if we were at a show with stage lighting.
It also made for good practice, because it really tests your skill when you have to play an instrument in the dark, as you can't see what frets your playing and really have to rely on memory and feel. Back when I played in my old band 2 The Same, and when I first started with Formerly So, I used to practice to the songs in my basement with the lights off and only the computer monitors to give me light, so that I could get used to it. But it even close to the same.
It was definitely a band practice to remember, and really got us excited to hit some future shows, and to finish up all of the new songs we have in the hopper that are super close to being completed.
36 Holes in Two Days
Last weekend was the long-awaited golf trip that my Dad, my brother Easton, and I had planned months in advance. We spent three days down in Mesquite, NV, as well as southern Utah, hitting some major golf courses and just having an all-around good time.
Now, I'm not a huge golfer. In fact, before this trip, the last time I had been golfing was before my mission, meaning it had been at least four years, if not five. I had the same set of clubs since when I was about fifteen or sixteen, and they weren't the best. But the night before the trip, my dad and I hit Big 5, where we found an amazing left-handed set by South Bay that included 12 clubs, for only $129. I didn't buy them, but the next morning my dad spent awhile on the phone with the manager, and talked him down to selling them for $97, and of course I jumped on that. And I must say, they were definitely worth the money.
So, on Thursday afternoon after picking Easton up from school, we made the journey down to Mesquite, where we stayed at the Virgin River Motel & Casino. We always stay at the Virgin River because not only do they have great prices and nice rooms, but their prime rib in their cafe is to die for. And it's only five bucks.
Friday afternoon was our first round of 18 holes, at the Palms golf course...the one that is always advertised on TV on the Casablanca Resort and Casino commercials. It was a beautiful course, and was a ton of fun. I was actually impressed with how well I did, and attribute a lot of it to the new clubs. Beginner's Luck played it's part as well.
The course had just about everything, with a ton of water shots, shorter par 3's, and even a sweet hole where we had to hit off a cliff into a valley below. It was amazing. Our tee time was at 2:30pm, which is considered a twilight tee time, and there was a good chance that we wouldn't be able to get all 18 holes in before it got dark. But, with the moon in the sky and the sun going down, we finished the last hole and still made it back to the motel before it was completely dark.
The next morning we got up at 5am (Nevada time), packed up, ate breakfast at the cafe, and headed to Apple Valley, UT, for the Kokopelli golf course. For those of you who don't know (and neither did I), Apple Valley is just past Hurricane, UT, near St. George. We were actually comped the golf game by a friend of my dad's named Mike, who works on the magazine Fairway Golf. It was really cool of him to do that, especially because the course is well-known and very expensive.
It was extremely windy on the course for about the first 10 holes, but it was still amazing, with tons of cliff/valley/canyon shots, and a sweet par 3 hole where we hit from one hilltop to another, shooting over the cart path down below. It was very cool. And at the end of the 18 holes, we were even given chicken enchiladas for lunch. Can't beat that.
So, this weekend turned out to be a much-needed, relaxing vacation for all three of us, and it reminded me why I used to love golf when I was a teen.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Bingo!
This past weekend my friend Andrea and I made a day trip to Wendover, taking what is known as the "Fun Bus." For those of you who don't know, Wendover is a town bordering the Utah-Nevada state line, and is known for its many casinos, as well as being the scene for a ton of movies, including Con Air and The World's Fasted Indian.
The Fun Bus, was exactly that...a whole lot of fun. The driver's wife was the emcee, and she was hilarious! On the drive to Wendover, it's tradition for the passengers to play a game of bingo, being able to win dollar bills and little gifts and prizes. The whole thing was pretty wild for several reasons.
First, Marsha (the bus driver's wife) shouted that our bus didn't have a PA system, and that she would have to speak loudly to be heard. But then she noticed a toy voice modulator on the seat next to her...who knows why. (A voice modulator looks like a megaphone, but transforms the voice, usually with a few settings like Darth Vader, Child, Robot, and Alien) Thinking it was a megaphone, she picked it up and used it to give the Bingo instructions, sounding like C3PO the whole time.
The bingo cards we used were made to be portable, with little red, transparent windows that you could slide over the number if it was called out. Instead of balls that were drawn to give the numbers, Marsha had some playing cards with letters and numbers, that she was supposed to use to call out the numbers during the game.
The way we played was with a letter at a time, trying to win by columns, as Marsha thought this would be easier. That means she would only call out the B's first, and whoever got them all first would win. But what Marsha didn't realize is that she was supposed to move on to the next letter after a winner was announced. Instead she called out every single number to each letter, meaning that everyone on the bus called out Bingo! five times that day. It was sad (and funny) that neither Marsha, nor her daughter who was helping, didn't realize their mistake, and Andrea and I couldn't help but laugh as we overheard her say, "Wow, there sure are a lot of winners tonight."
The night was fun after we got to Wendover. We were given five dollars in cash, a voucher to a free meal at the buffet (the regular price being $19.95), five dollars free play on the slots, and some Lucky Bucks for the tables, which I didn't use. It was way fun. The buffet was awesome, as it always is, with prime rib, seafood of all kinds, and anything else imaginable. It was delicious, to say the least.
I brought fifty bucks with me for the trip, fifteen for the bus ride and the rest to play around with. I wasn't a "big winner," but after all was said and done, I got back on the bus to go home--at 3am because of daylight savings time, meaning I climbed into bed at 6am--with fifty bucks still in my wallet, meaning I not only didn't lose any money, but I also won back the money it cost me for the bus.
So overall, it was a fun little mini-adventure.
The Fun Bus, was exactly that...a whole lot of fun. The driver's wife was the emcee, and she was hilarious! On the drive to Wendover, it's tradition for the passengers to play a game of bingo, being able to win dollar bills and little gifts and prizes. The whole thing was pretty wild for several reasons.
First, Marsha (the bus driver's wife) shouted that our bus didn't have a PA system, and that she would have to speak loudly to be heard. But then she noticed a toy voice modulator on the seat next to her...who knows why. (A voice modulator looks like a megaphone, but transforms the voice, usually with a few settings like Darth Vader, Child, Robot, and Alien) Thinking it was a megaphone, she picked it up and used it to give the Bingo instructions, sounding like C3PO the whole time.
The bingo cards we used were made to be portable, with little red, transparent windows that you could slide over the number if it was called out. Instead of balls that were drawn to give the numbers, Marsha had some playing cards with letters and numbers, that she was supposed to use to call out the numbers during the game.
The way we played was with a letter at a time, trying to win by columns, as Marsha thought this would be easier. That means she would only call out the B's first, and whoever got them all first would win. But what Marsha didn't realize is that she was supposed to move on to the next letter after a winner was announced. Instead she called out every single number to each letter, meaning that everyone on the bus called out Bingo! five times that day. It was sad (and funny) that neither Marsha, nor her daughter who was helping, didn't realize their mistake, and Andrea and I couldn't help but laugh as we overheard her say, "Wow, there sure are a lot of winners tonight."
The night was fun after we got to Wendover. We were given five dollars in cash, a voucher to a free meal at the buffet (the regular price being $19.95), five dollars free play on the slots, and some Lucky Bucks for the tables, which I didn't use. It was way fun. The buffet was awesome, as it always is, with prime rib, seafood of all kinds, and anything else imaginable. It was delicious, to say the least.
I brought fifty bucks with me for the trip, fifteen for the bus ride and the rest to play around with. I wasn't a "big winner," but after all was said and done, I got back on the bus to go home--at 3am because of daylight savings time, meaning I climbed into bed at 6am--with fifty bucks still in my wallet, meaning I not only didn't lose any money, but I also won back the money it cost me for the bus.
So overall, it was a fun little mini-adventure.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Band Practice at Bona
Last night was pretty awesome. After working a shift until 4, I picked up Tim (guitarist in my band) and together we headed down to Springville to the Bona Signs warehouse, where Blue, Brian, and Adam (Formerly So guitarist, drummer, and sound tech, respectively) work. They had gotten there hours earlier, setting up our PA system and the drum set, so that when we all showed up we could have a long, thorough band practice.
We practiced from about 5pm until around 11pm, and got a lot done. We worked on every one of our songs, old and new, we hit a bunch of the cover songs we play (even some we haven't played in months), and worked on some new songs as well.
Overall, it was an awesome night, and even though I got home feeling more sore than after a day of snowboarding, I had a great time hanging out with some of my best friends and playing the guitar. I'm looking forward to the next jam session.
We practiced from about 5pm until around 11pm, and got a lot done. We worked on every one of our songs, old and new, we hit a bunch of the cover songs we play (even some we haven't played in months), and worked on some new songs as well.
Overall, it was an awesome night, and even though I got home feeling more sore than after a day of snowboarding, I had a great time hanging out with some of my best friends and playing the guitar. I'm looking forward to the next jam session.
It Begins...
Well, it's happened. I've found the need to create my own blog. Why? I'm not exactly sure, but I suppose there are a few reasons. What really got me interested is a zombie book I've been reading. Yeah, you heard me right, a zombie book. It's actually called Feed, by Mira Grant. It's about life after the zombie apocalypse, and how life goes on. I've been reading some good zombie books lately, and this one not only has some good action, but also hits on some interesting topics, like the media. In this story, blogging has become a huge element of national news, because they don't have to go through so much red tape to get the news out there. So while reading, I thought to myself that I might as well get one going too.
I also figure that with a blog, I will be able to post some pictures of what I've been doing with my band, as well as anything else interesting (or not) in my life, without having to rely only on Facebook. So, let's see where this takes me, and if it lasts.
I also figure that with a blog, I will be able to post some pictures of what I've been doing with my band, as well as anything else interesting (or not) in my life, without having to rely only on Facebook. So, let's see where this takes me, and if it lasts.
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