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"Art is beautiful, but it isn't always pretty."

Check out my music:

http://www.myspace.com/ethandeppe

And my band:

http://www.myspace.com/deaden

Paraphrased (literal and metaphorical) quote: "A soloist choosing to work in [my] odd style ultimately winds up as a hostage - [I] can go only as far into the 'experimental zones' as [my] rhythm section will allow [me] to go. The problem lies in the polyrhythms. The chances of finding a good [insert musician (literal) or person (metaphorical) here] who can conceive of those polyrhythms - let alone identify them fast enough to play a complementary figure on the moment, are not good."

AOL IM: Windydrum

Hit me up if you can find me. I fuckin' rock.

It's like this: I tend not to like 4/4 time. I think it's overdone, so if you ask me to write something or give you a groove; it will probably not be in 4/4. The most common reaction to this is a strange look followed by something like, "Dude, can't you play something a little more straight forward?". Well, yes I could - but why would I want to? Why would YOU want to? Let's challenge ourselves by doing something different. Something irregular. Let's make the abnormal the new normal. There are already enough mindless sheep with glazed over eyes doing what is normal simply because that's what it is; NORMAL. Let's expand comfortable until it includes uncomfortable. That's what I'm talkin' about. 5/8, 7/8....fuck, even 10/8 can be cool if you stop whining and let your body accept the rhythm. Open wide and suck it in. Let's travel so far away from the norm, that when we finally do return to it; it will be a celebration - a triumphant return to an old friend that we can appreciate now more than ever! Then we can understand that we don't always have to use 4/4!!! We can use any time we want. How about alternating bars of 4/4 and 7/8? BETTER YET, how about understanding that we can subdivide two bars of 4/4 into a bar of 6/8 and two bars of 5/8? It all takes the same amount of space. It's there for us to use however we want. That's what I'm talkin' about.

Impression through impact instead of impression through impressiveness. I write music. I play the damn drums. :p

Quote (as above) - "Either [you] will play steady time, in which case my line will wander all over [your] time, or [you] will hear the polyrhythms and play inside them, implying the basic pulse. Polyrhythms are interesting only in reference to a steady, metronomic beat (implied or actual) - otherwise you're wallowing in rubato. Just as in diatonic harmony, when upper paritals are added to a chord, it becomes tense, and more demanding of a resolution - the more the rhythm of a line rubs against the implied basic time, the more 'statistical tension' is generated. The creation and destruction of harmonic and 'statistical' tensions is essential to the maintenance of compositional drama. Any composition (or improvisation) which remains consonant and 'regular' throughout is, for me, equivalent to watching a movie with only 'good guys' in it, or eating cottage cheese."

Harder.

Faster.

Louder.

More.

People who know what I'm talkin' about.

I had a dream the other night that I was auditioning for Blue Man Group. This was an all day affair. Okay. So, after the marshmellow catching segment of the audition (which I did pretty damn good in, by the way), we all went to lunch. Appearantly, the Blue Men kick it with grade schoolers because after I got through the cafeteria line (where the cashier tried to rent me a Gamecube with my lunch for only an additional $9.99 that I could play while I waited for my turn in the afternoon auditions), I found myself at a table with a bunch of fuckin' seven year olds - one girl and two boys. After we ate lunch and talked about how our respective auditions were going (the little dude next to me had caught the most marshmellows of the morning), I reached into the plastic Halloween pumpkin bowl in the middle of the table and pulled out a pair of snack-size Three Musketeers bars in tha dope-ass double pack. This was the only remaining Three Musketeer in the bowl, and everyone wanted some. So, being the cool fuckin' dude that I am; I split the two snack size bars in half so all four of us could munch the chocolate madness. After my little piece, I reached back in and pulled out one of those tiny little Snickers "bites". This was also the only one left. Well, as we all know - "bite" size means exactly that - BITE SIZE. I couldn't split it, so I ate it. No sooner had I started chewing, when that fuckin' brat sitting diagonal from me started bitchin' because SHE wanted the damn Snickers. Well, I told her she should have spoken up sooner because it was now too late since I had done eaten the Snickers. Goddamit, she started fuckin' whining and cryin' and bitchin' and throwin' the biggest fuckin' fit since my sister didn't get a Powerwheel for Christmas when my other sister did. Well, this attracted one of the "audition guides" which were really the parents of these little fuckin' brats tryin' to steal my Blue Man glory. After she cried and lied and basically showcased her potential to grow up to be the typical psycho woman that I meet far too often; I was booted from the auditions and was told never to come back. This is the kind of person I DO NOT want to meet. All others are welcome - especially if your favorite color is purple. Or black.