Riding a motorcycle through a wormhole in inner-space.

Dreams

A weird and great dream with The Guardians Of The Galaxy

No jokes. I just had this dream and had to write this down at 5:30am!

The line between the Guardians characters and the cast was blurred. The lines between me being a fan, a cast member, and the character I was playing was blurred.
I went to the theater to watch the 2nd to 3rd act of the movie and it was pretty x-rated in the most comical way possible. I won’t go into details.

Anyway, next thing I know the cast are all jumping into an appointment they have for a photo shoot in the most epic way possible together. I’m a cast member (whoever I’m playing as) and I jump and glide along side Michael Rooker on a motorcycle who is on my right, and he turns and smiles with the friendliest *yeah, let’s go!* smile you can think up.

We’re all in a desert when this is happening and end up in the driveway of some Hollywood house for the photo shoot which is taking place on the roof of the garage (the edge of the garage and our backs facing the yard).

We all end up in poses like we’re playing Twister. Dave Bautista ends up with his butt in my face. I say: “Well, at least it’s not anything else…”. Everyone laughs. Particularly, Nebula (Karen Gillan is the only one in full make-up).

Next thing we know we get abducted and sent to some weird alien reality show where the premise is we are in cages and the galaxy (?) watches us slowly go crazy because rescue is near impossible. Nebula and I are looking at each other very worried and in tears.

She tells me she has a plan to get out, and not to worry anymore. The rest of the dream is me trying to escape with everyone (checking exits, talking with fellow Guardians/prisoners) as I check in with Nebula, whose plan was to slowly turn into a weeabo (an anime fan), and make vlogs. She has gone insane, and I’m as devastated as anyone with a messiah complex can be.

“Poor Nebb…What have they done?”

I wake up.


I gotta tell ya folks…

I can’t pretend anymore.
Due to the messages, and comments I’ve been getting about The Rabid Whole either playing shows or doing things in Toronto or beyond, I have to say that TRW is currently defunct.

Since it’s ultimately Andreas’ baby, it’s his choice to continue or not.

You can probably guess why. Being in a band is expensive, and being in an ambitious band like TRW can be very expensive. I’m not here to whine, but there’s a line you eventually have to draw when things aren’t working out the way one would expect.

As for myself, I’m still in Toronto with my lovely woman, and shall be spending the next year or two paying off the debt I’ve accumulated during the last 4 years in TRW.

If TRW does continue, it shall do it with out me.

Do not take that last sentence as if I have any regret being in the band for the last 9.5 years (fun fact: “Selfish Nature” was written in 2005). There once was a time when I was happy, and somewhere along the line that happiness turned into emotionally withdrawn towards my bandmates, personality clashes, and absolute anger during certain conversations.

I’m nothing but thankful for the experiences I’ve had. The tours with Dope Stars, Bile, and Cyanotic in the U.S./Canada; attending two Cold Waves festivals, and performing in one; opening for Hanzel Und Gretyl in Edmonton; Playing with 16Volt at a couple of shows; and meeting/touring with Left Spine Down (which kickstarted the association with industrial music TRW would have). Being a fan of KMFDM since 1995, and getting right into the whole genre since high school, to then achieving the above listed, is such a great feeling.

I also can’t forget the many floors, couches, and sometimes beds I’d be able to sleep on, and the meals cooked for us, thanks to the hospitality of people we’d meet! You know who you are. If there’s hope for the human race, as a weary traveller, you’ll find it on the road!

I’m not finished with music as I have a need to create, and have a notebook that I’m filling up with ideas. I’m looking forward to recording music about “The Things I Like”.

I’ll end this with a quote I saw in a newspaper about Craig Ferguson leaving The Late Late Show…

  

Here’s to the future.

Boom.

-G


Summertime In The Void 2: Float Harder

The yellow planet, with two moons.

The yellow planet, with two moons.

It’s times like these when I wish I was a visual artist.

My second float at Float Toronto, was a 2 hour session, thanks to their 11pm appointments that go until their 1AM close schedule. I’m not sure if I was hungry or what (I hadn’t eaten since 5pm), but I came in with a slight stomach pain, and it became so unbearable that I ended up having to come out of the tank, coincidentally, a couple of minutes before my time was up. There was a point where when I was floating I could feel my veins just throb. It was really weird, but interesting.

Coming into it, I felt like I already knew the score. I said aloud in the tank, “Alright, let’s see some shit!”. I relaxed my body, breathed slowly, and concentrated on my thoughts. I started trying to peel the layers of the random ‘ghosting’ my eyes produced while getting used to the darkness. There was a point where I could get almost complete darkness, and I could almost see the starry night sky.

Then I saw this:

Electricity?

Electricity?

Layers of black translucent wires, with cascading colours of electricity flowing through them. They didn’t seem like giant walls, just as if I was looking through a very small area, peeking at them.

Another scene I saw was a yellow planet, with a desert horizon, one mesa at the right, and two moons. See the top image of my terrible drawing of it. This appeared for a couple of seconds.

At this point, I must say that these things I’ve seen are not things I made up as I went. I didn’t create these things by thinking about them. They just came to me.

Now, the most vivid was a sequence of alien races. I think I saw a sequence of 5 different races. One race looked sinister, looked right back at me, and was going to consume me. It had red eyes, and a grin with sharp teeth. I saw a friendly looking face, with giant ears, and a big nose, who looked like a humbled old man. The most astounding vision was of a small group of indigo blue aliens, broad shouldered, and what looked like wooden-textured skin. They wore technologically advanced shoulder/chest mounts, and stood proud underneath a beautiful night sky!

Do these things exist in this universe? In another? Or merely in my universe of creativity, and imagination?

Being in the tank for 2 hours, yielded only maybe 2 minutes of these collected visions for me. I’m not sure how time works in these moments of visions, but I could only imagine being a person of spiritual/meditative strength could garner much more concentration with these kinds of images.

Other than the mind trips, coming out of the tank feels great. I had to get up for 6:30AM the next morning, and after coming home and getting to bed at 2:30AM, the 4 hours were not a burden on my body.

You guys, I’m seriously loving this floating thing. I got one more float session left (with the package I got), but its going to have to wait until after this tour with The Rabid Whole. Too much stuff to do these next 2 weeks, but if I can, I’ll see if I can squeeze it in before we go.

Thanks for reading these. It just felt natural for me.

Boom.

-G


Summertime In The Void: Myself in an Isolation Tank

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Last night I had the pleasure of visiting Toronto’s brand new isolation tank-spa (is that the right term?), called Float Toronto. I won’t bore anyone with the tech, but if you’re curious to know exactly what “floating” is, just check it out on Wikipedia. This was my first float I’ve ever done, and was really looking forward to it for the last couple of months.

Once I got showered up, and dimmed the room’s light, I got in.

It took me a few minutes to get relaxed, and ricochet myself off the edges of the tank enough so I was perfectly centered, and not touching anything. It feels great to float in really shallow water, thanks to the epsom salts.

I played with closing my eyes for a bit to see the difference of the darkness vs. my eyes closed, and there was none. You know how when you close your eyes and you see the ghosting of everything you’ve been looking at? Well, I just stared at them, and breathed really slow. After whatever amount of time of doing that, I saw an orange-chromed alien space ship with multi-coloured lights, which also looked like an orange slice (because the panels on the ship looked like sections of an orange). I saw this for what seemed like a split second, and then all the ghosting in my eyes slowly turned into a dark grey shape. This shape revealed itself as flower petals, that I was witnessing from the inside. I watched these petals bloom outward, as I watched dark grey spores float upward, away from me. Then a short time later, I’m pretty sure I fell asleep for the rest of the float. I forget the dream, but I only remember seeing my brother when we were just kids (like 7 or 8 yrs. old), this is something I’ve never remembered dreaming of before. I woke up to the sound of music, which Float Toronto uses to let people know it’s the end of the session. The music I didn’t like, until I realized sometime after it reminded me of the title screen music from the first Mass Effect game.

Waking up felt sort of strange. I knew I was asleep but when I opened my eyes it was still dark. I got up, and awkwardly opened the door. Stepping out of the tank was like when you see those guys in Sci-Fi movies come out of their stasis pods, and are all like “ughhh…fuuuuuck”. I say this because even with the very dimmed lights in the room, I felt pretty sensitive. I blindly made my 3-step motion to the shower for a good post-float scrub down, and started getting used to gravity, and light again.

After leaving the spa, I looked at Queen St. W. with fresh eyes, and the environment seemed new again. I put on some Com Truise in my ears, and started to groove on the beats, thinking about what I saw and dreamed about, and made notes so I wouldn’t forget. On the bus I quickly became annoyed at all the noise going on. I felt like it was all unnecessary, and everyone should just shut-up. I got home safe, and was thinking about how I should tell my lady the crazy stuff I saw.

I must say this was a great experience, and made me appreciate true peace and quiet, with no gravity pulling me down. It was a natural high, and soaking in the water left my skin on my butt nice and soft. Yeah. That’s right.

I want to thank Float Toronto for being super nice, and accommodating. I’m looking forward to my next 2 floats!

Boom.

-G


My Dream Last Night

I have to write this down and share it with you.

I dreamed I was Spiderman. The whole universe was coming to an end. The city I was in was having some sort of reality distortion thing happen, where the law of physics were haywire. I had to consult Galactus and The Silver Surfer as to what could be done to save it. They pointed me to the direction of some supreme being, and the only way to reach this being was to sit in a bathtub and sprinkle this white powder into it. I end up in this house with a black and white checkered floor (still in the tub), that when I looked outside the window I could see the universe as a yellow dot with a growing black blotch in the middle of it. An old man appears that looks like an old Filipino man I worked with a couple of years ago (in real life), and after a short conversation I say:

“Well, that just means that life is suffering.”

He smiles, nods and says “You got it.”

I end up back on Earth, and the universe is saved.

Then I woke up.

Boom.

-G