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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I now play Vigier basses!!!

Current mood: excited

I will now officially be playing Vigier basses and am proud and honored to be with them! 

http://vigierusa.com/index.php/freddy-nandez/


12:22 pm - 0 comments - 0 Kudos
Monday, March 24, 2008

There once was a man from...

Current mood: awake

There once was a man from Nantucket.
Who's dick was so long he could suck it.
He fell on his knees
And screamed with the breeze.
If my ear was a cunt I would F**k it.

There once was a man from Seattle,
Who went about raping the cattle.
With the swoop of a cape,
A behind the drapes.
He beat himself with a paddle.

There once was a man from Maine.
Who's dick was in such a pain.
So he sat on the can,
And made love to his hand.
And then he was in pleasure again.



These are from music camp a few years ago.  Don't ask how much free time we had.  It was too much.
3:41 pm - 4 comments - 6 Kudos
Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Catfish Isle

Oh, the waves of grayish green,
Remind me of the fish unseen.
Never looked upon, only felt.
They swim along and brush against your belt.

Oh, the catfish of yonder,
Move as if guided by a transponder.
I have yet to see them,
But am always surrounded.

Oh, grasses of sand,
Swishing from the force of my hand,
How do I know they are Catfish?
For they are of Catfish Isle.
5:32 pm - 2 comments - 0 Kudos
Tuesday, March 18, 2008

About "Trippy Chord Progression"

Current mood: tired

Hey, just letting you know what, and how it is.  I recorded it onto Pro-Tools a few years ago using my schools Fender P-Bass.  It had old dead strings, but I got it to sound ok through mixing and whatnot.  I used 4 tracks.  I then took out as much attack as I could from all false harmonics tracks, and gave the false harmonic melody a stereo panning effect where it drifts from left pan to right pan.  And there you go.  So if there are any questions, feel free to ask.

Tracks:

1. Bass (False harmonics melody)
2. Bass (Chord strumming and stuff)
3. Bass (False Harmonics Harmony 1)
4. Bass (False Harmonics Harmony 2)
7:20 am - 5 comments - 3 Kudos
Monday, March 17, 2008

The Artist

Current mood: rejuvenated

I once drew an artist, only to find his works supurior to mine.
7:48 am - 0 comments - 0 Kudos
Sunday, March 16, 2008

A Stable Constant

Current mood: sleepy

The morning light dimmers to a standstill.
Somewhere, a car is left to rust.
Life is stable, life is constant.

I walk to the bus stop.
Knees throbbing from previous nights sleep.
As I sit, the world moves through darkness.
Growing in pace, yet still unnoticeable.
Life is stable, Life is constant.

Radiant heat is a oven,
In which the cake a life comes.
Different flavors, different styles,
Yet still the same in principle.
Life is stable, Life is constant.

As a mole burrows through the ground,
He encounters our lasting impressions on Earth.
Life is stable, Life is constant.
7:11 am - 0 comments - 0 Kudos
Sunday, March 16, 2008

Day By Day

Day by day,
Hour by hour,
Our emotions sweet and sour.

Month by month,
Week by week,
The many answers we seek.

Decade by decade,
Year by year,
The great question draws near.

Millennia by Millennia,
Century by Century,
Lies man's great inquiry.
6:38 am - 0 comments - 0 Kudos
Sunday, March 16, 2008

Light Of Life

Current mood: contemplative

A man lies in bed,
His body worn foot to head.
His limbs withered,
Arms battered,
Motionless there as he lay.

Though his family sobs,
Their hearts sink and throb.
Better years have passed,
As he gives his final gasp.
The after light of light appears.

An infant lies in arms,
His body safe from harm.
His limbs nimble,
Arms vital,
Flailing around as he lay.

Though his family sobs,
Their hearts sink and throb.
Better years will pass,
As he gives his first gasp.
The first light of life appears.
6:38 am - 3 comments - 2 Kudos
Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Grand Toaster

Current mood: contemplative

The grand toaster in the clouds,
Goes up, down and around.
It never crosses the street,
Because it has round and oval feet.
Their lies the apple pie.

Cats in gravy wave goodbye,
To the lonely cowboy low and high.
So it is said that those cowboys hide,
The fact that they are Canadians inside.
Eh?

Thus it was fun,
All said and done.
From a man without money,
This poem makes too much cents.
I even got to ride a moose.

6:38 am - 1 comments - 0 Kudos
Saturday, March 01, 2008

Tired

Current mood: tired

I am tired, but I just wrote a cool piano piece the other day.....blah.
9:33 am - 0 comments - 0 Kudos