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'THE FINAL FALL' working and polishing by Kult of red pyramid

Next week more tracks are to be recorded for the first exclusively 'K.O.R.P.' album. It's a lot different than 'RED EYED...' album, judging by how 'CLOSURE' sounds. As for 'HARSH DIGITAL', the techno industrial album by 'ALEXANDER KULT', it's almost finished. 10 tracks are recorded and ready for polishing. Until new tracks are uploaded, listen to 'TRAPPED" !

June 26th show cancelled by Switchboard Of Souls

I'm sorry to inform you that SOS cannot make it for tonights show. Friday, June 26th at Vinny's Bar in Bakersfield CA. Anthony from the band cancelled last minute, due to an emergency and cannot be replaced. We are sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused for those attending. More details in regards to scheduled dates will be posted as soon as plans are confirmed. Christopher/Switchboard Of Souls

Allcingeye by allcingeye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1vEu1h_yyc

internal flights by internal flights

internal flights

internal flights

New CD Available NOW by Empty

We are proud to announce the launch of our latest release: "Never Get To You". Buy NOW through the Aphotic Audio Online Store.
If you prefer to download the tracks, ShallowNation.net is offering an exclusive digital MP3 download of the release through the shop on their new website: www.shallownation.net

Never Get To You sculpts the beginning of a new era for Empty, highlighting new sounds from the upcoming album through the fusion of Electronic-Industrial with elements of Glitch and pulsing electronics overlaid with vast, sweeping soundscapes.

Featuring two new tracks, plus a cover of the cult classic "King of Kings" by The Models alongside remixes by Dismantled, ANGELTHEORY, Pask and iammynewt.

-Empty

My Star Power, Obscured by Inertia by The Daylight Complex

The pleasure of being a musician for me has always come from the composing and arranging of songs. Recording is such a chore (it probably doesn’t help that I do pretty much everything by myself these days, music-wise). In an effort to counteract this imbalance and get some finished product out into the world, later this month I will be recording in a pro studio-like environment for the first time in my life. Making the recording process as much of an adventure as the writing process seemed the best way to proceed. I hope the results match my anticipation.

ordinary by Xxdeath_girlxX

everyday i walk through the halls in my school alone.i have freinds and allbut none who have classes with me so i get laughed at and made fun of becaause im me. well i dont care what they say because i love the way i am i am perfect the way i am!! so they can just deal with itsoi love the color black so i wearabunch of black makeup so i dont care what u think. i am me so yeah and thats perfectly ordinary.

Get your signed copy by A Blue Ocean Dream

You can buy a signed / autograhped copy of the latest album "Father to son" at A Different drum. ADD is the only place to find this exclusive version of the new blue ocean dream cdr.

Progress Report Number 86 by Rob Astor

I’m a writer. A writer must always write. Although it may not seem much writing comes from me these days, the complete opposite is true. There’s a detailed journal to keep, where thoughts and memories can be reviewed. A place to sort of connect to when the mind gets so cluttered and fatigued. Remember the last report? My biggest hope was that all the bad stuff in my life would end with 2008. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Tonight, I feel compelled to write. I don’t know why. There’s some perspective I need to find. Some answer or something just out of my reach. Maybe I need a fresh perspective and I’m searching for it by writing. Whatever the reason, I need to write about the ups and the downs of the last six weeks or so. As of my last progress report, my grandmother was still in rehab. The facility had an outbreak of a flu virus late in December making the recovery efforts grind to a halt. I was waiting for that to clear in the hopes things would get back on track. She had been doing exercises to a certain extent and we’d had her up and walking on a walker three times. Trouble is, she would only do this with me. You see, we share this really special connection. We’ve always been close. She doesn’t respond to anyone else. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, just tricky at times. It’s a bond I’ve always cherished. Believe me, I know how truly lucky and blessed I am to have had her in my life for forty years. It was fated, I’m sure, that I should be her guardian and caretaker. As the wait for the flu to pass at the start of the year went on, I focused on setting up a page at Soundtrack.MTV.com. If you wish to find me over there, I uploaded twenty-five tracks. Please don’t ask which ones because I really don’t remember at the minute. I haven’t had a chance to get back there. You see, the bad stuff from 2008 came back on the night of the first of January. The name of the rehab center in question is Countryside, here in this town where I live. They called to tell me they were concerned because grandma had been unresponsive most of the day. They were also concerned about dehydration. The nurse was giving her water with an eye dropper and her oxygen level was low. Basically, they were going to watch her closely and then call me if things got worse. Keep in mind, it had been week where Countryside was under quarantine. Five A.M. January the second, I get a call from Countryside. I’m not even alive at that time of day. Grandma’s oxygen level was very low and she needed to go to the emergency room. Not knowing how long she would stay at the hospital, I went out and packed up her things so I wouldn’t have to worry later. At the emergency room, I was told her oxygen level was fine. Someone at Countryside either didn’t know how to read the machine right, or, it was connected incorrectly. However, they were keeping her because of severe dehydration, a urinary tract infection, and bedsores. Her lips were chapped so badly, the top layers of skin had to be removed. The inside of her mouth and throat was so dry, the top layers of skin came off. Well, I didn’t want her going back there. She couldn’t come home because I couldn’t lift her around as much as she would need to get in and out of bed and so forth. I made the very hard decision of having to get her into another rehab center so she could at least have a few more weeks of therapy. She was admitted to a place called Heartland on January the ninth. Feeling a bit more optimistic, I was hoping life would soon get back to normal, or at least closer to normal. My quarterly statement from ASCAP came on that day. I was thrilled to learn parts of two of my tracks had been used in a History Channel program called “Come Fly With Me”, and part of another appeared in a History Channel program called “Miracle On Ice”. Filled with a sense of accomplishment and confidence, I contact Long Ridge Writers Group, the school I’ve been enrolled in since 2005, to set a deadline for my next assignment. I guessed that the middle of February would be enough time to get something written. I also contacted the State Of Michigan and filed a formal complaint about what had happened to my grandma at Countryside. Of course, I also needed to send royalty payments out for the five cover tracks I’ve recorded and released. So, there was a day where I did a lot of busy work. Being busy helps to focus your energy and it certainly gives me a sense of purpose, no matter how much I complain about it. (It just takes too long!) However, life threw me another curve ball. On January the fourteenth, I got a call from Heartland that grandma was bleeding down below and they didn’t know where it was coming from. She was taken to the E. R. once again. And, this time, things looked really grim. The bleeding wasn’t vaginal. She was going to have to have a colonoscopy. She was loosing blood as fast as they were putting it back into her. One of the doctors that night, while I was all alone, told me she thought it was sepses and that this is something she sees when people are near the end. I had a breakdown moment there in-between making a ton of telephone calls. Very early the next morning, my mom and my younger sister were present as the procedure took place. Grandma had a bleeding ulcer that had to be cauterized. The surgeon told my sister that there was a chance my grandma wouldn’t survive this admission. So, what do you do when you’re faced with mortality? With something you know you have no control over. Something you can’t help when you feel so helpless. I couldn’t do anything at all. It was like being paralyzed. I went around in a daze that day, praying and staying by her side, reminding her of parts of our lives we have shared, crying and pleading. We have so much more to share and so many family members who need her. I wanted someone, anyone at all, to tell me she was going to get through this and that she was going to be okay. I wasn’t ready for her to be gone from my life and for everything to fade into distant, ghostly memories. It’s the most hallow and terrible feeling to feel as if you’re all alone and blowing around like a leaf in the wind with no control over any event in your life. This day was the hardest moment of my life. I was willing to give up anything and everything to keep her alive and get her back to good health. That’s what I did when I was faced with mortality. Late that afternoon, the doctor came in and said grandma was doing well. The bleeding had stopped and he hoped to get her back on more solid foods the next day. The issue of her mouth and throat from before, she didn’t want to eat because I’m sure it caused a lot of pain. I had been bringing her soups to drink, just to get anything into her. I left the hospital that day feeling much more optimistic. Grandma was going to get well and she would come back home. Another curve came on a day when I had another ton of paperwork to take care of. I had to go to the social security office to give them copies of the court papers that had made me my grandma’s guardian and conservator. I asked the court back in September if I needed to contact them and the court said I didn’t. Never believe anything, I tell you! Never stop asking questions. So, I sat in a long line with the papers to make sure that grandma’s income wasn’t suddenly cut off. Without it, there’s no money to pay the mortgage. Then, we would have no home. (I’m one of those musicians who’s got the starving artist part down pat!) This was also a day filled with filing taxes. Talk about unwanted headaches. They never end. On Saturday January the twenty-fourth, one of my grandfather’s birthdays of all days, I woke at eleven in the morning when my watch beeped. I got up to go to the bathroom and the phone rang. I figured whomever it was could wait just long enough for me to get down a cup of coffee. Warm mug in had, I sat down to watch TV for a few minutes. I looked over at the clock. All of a sudden, it was 1:30 in the afternoon. Maybe this doesn’t sound so strange to you, however, I was completely thrown. I had not been up for that long. Thirty minutes max! I even still felt groggy. There was no way I had been awake that long already. Trying to ground myself, I realized my coffee was still warm. I don’t seem to recall the programs on TV going by all that fast, not that I was paying that close of attention. But, it was really weird. I had an instance of missing time I cannot explain. Downing my coffee, I returned the phone call and checked my e-mail really quick. Another curve ball. I’d entered the Writer’s Weekly contest for winter and completely forgot about it. The contest is a twenty-four hour thing where you are sent a topic and then you write a short story. You have twenty-four hours in which to finish it. I managed to get one hammered out in about two and a half hours. Considering all that’s been going on and the missing time thing, it was a feat unto itself for me to do that. Later that night, my mom told me about a casting call for extras in a Hillary Swank movie to be filmed here in mid-Michigan. The day to show up was Wednesday afternoon. On a whim, I decided I would go over with her and my brother. I even went to the trouble of putting together a sample CD of some of my best music. Inspiration for music began coming back. I started working on an Acoustic Guitar track called “Arcturus Camelopardalis”. (Arcturus in the brightest star in the constellation Bootes. Camelopardalis is a constellation. The names sounded good together to me.) The track began with two variations. Another piece of music I began working on is a really heavy rock track called “Orion Quinn”. (For those who don’t know, Orion is also a constellation.) “Orion Quinn” flowed better for some reason. One of the creative tricks I used was to break the music up and create a series of pauses where heavy parts come back with more power and impact. It also creates a unique flow in a bridge section. It’s very different than some of the Techno Rock video game inspired stuff I’ve recorded in the past. The track is certainly video game-like material, but, there’s really a lot more to it. It’s almost like taking the best of all my Rock tracks and putting them together in a melting pot where everything simmered and came out perfectly. The project these new pieces of music are for is tentatively entitled DREAMS OF XACK KYDD. It’s a concept idea of musical ideas revolving around my favored fictional character. It’s like taking a look at his future world and some of the things in it, but, taking the glimpses through music. For example, “Orion Quinn” stands in for a future comic book character Xack happens to like. On the Wednesday of the casting call, my mom, my brother and I went over to stand in a really long line. Fortunately, we were closer to the front than most people. It was cold outside, to the tune of sub zero wind chill factors. Once inside, we filled out a page with basic information like name, address, clothing size, kind of car you drive. There was a spot to list any experience you have. So, I listed my musical and writing accomplishments. Then, we got into another line where we waited as all of this was put into the computer system. Lastly, we had two pictures taken. One was a close-up head shot. The second more of a full body shot. The movie requires prison extras for various scenes, like in the court room. They wanted big guys with tattoos. For one of my pictures, I was able to roll up my sleeve and show off my Ann Wilson signature. I passed the CD to the photographer with the written page and told them it goes with what was on the back. My brother, thin as a rail, was wearing a black vest and long black leather trench coat and small dark glasses. (I told him he looked like the king of the ‘hood. LOL Later, he got all Miss Priss on me!) He was told he had a good look going and they took a picture of him with and without the sunglasses. It would be neat if he got a part. So, I had a short break from reality. Now, it was just a few days before grandma was coming home. I made I don’t know how many calls to get as much help as I could. There are certain things I can’t do myself with her until she can walk, at least with a walker. Heartland secured getting a smaller wheelchair. (We have a lot of narrow spots in the house.) She was able to get help with a place called Region 2 that helps seniors. They brought in a lift chair and hospital bed. I also asked them to help with property taxes which are in the rears. (We’re dirt poor as dirt poor gets around here and I’m surprised sometimes how we ever manage. There just isn’t enough money to keep up.) They also contacted a place called Care One. An aid comes in every day to help me out. Grandma came home just over a week ago. She has been responding much better; eating cooking she’s used to. She stays awake longer. She’s in a much better mood. The first few days were hectic, none the less. Getting settled into a new routine is happening and I can restructure in order to get things accomplished. That’s why I’m writing this blog so late. And, I don’t know if I’ll meet that deadline I’d set for myself for Long Ridge back in January for mid-February. I have had so much paperwork and worry. Well, I was confident Region 2 could help with taxes. In that confidence, I began working on another new piece of music called “Holographic Crystals”. It’s something just taking shape. Returning to “Arcturus Camelopardalis”, I took a cue from past pieces of music where all I needed to do was simplify a few parts. When I allowed instruments to come out in different parts of the mainly Acoustic Guitar track instead of everything playing all at once, everything else sort of fell into place as far as the structure of the track. Harry said it’s beautiful! Trying to keep confident that I can still have a musical career at some point (in those very dark hours, I was ready to give up on everything and let myself slip into oblivion), I made up a batch of CDs to send of to the Hearts Of Space radio show for possible airplay consideration. The same set I also made up for a MySpace friend in Germany who does a radio show called “Atmospheres”. Hitt Music Group sent me a note on MySpace about using music in a film. I called them to learn they are a go between for artists and people looking for music. I have no idea of their track record, but, I can’t afford the yearly membership fee. My heart says to try and raise the money and go for it while my brain says you can’t afford it and, even if you had the money, you could use it for better things. So, I’m caught between these self-conflicting sides. Remember? I said dirt poor before. I’m really not joking about that. There have been so many times in my life when all I needed was a lifeline. Everything is always just out of my reach. I never know why. (Actually, it’s that I never picked the right six lottery numbers! ;-) ) The last thing to blindside me this week was that Region 2 can’t help with the taxes. That creates a real bind. Grandma just gets home. She’s starting to make progress to recovery, and we have the threat of loosing our home hanging over us once again. What would happen to her? If she went back to a nursing home, she would give up, as I suspect she was doing, and eventually be gone. What would happen to me? I don’t know the answers, but I do know one more blow and I won’t be able to bear the weight any longer. It’s been six weeks of hell to put it mildly. There are so many things I didn’t write about. Emotions, thoughts, how this has affected my family. Even the prospect of having a Census job once again. (I was a crew leader in 2000.) This blog is just an overview. A way for me to try and make some sense of everything. Here’s where I am. I’m caught between the worry of basic survival and the creative side of me that could be extinguished forever, leaving me empty and slowly dying on the inside. It’s at this point in my life where I no longer no where to go. Which way to turn. Who to reach out to. Everything looks bleak. I’ve had a headache for several days. I feel like every time something goes right, a super huge wrong something just has to come along to destroy it all. Is this a mid-life crisis? I never had one. Maybe it’s my time? What forces in this universe seem to have it in for me? I wish I knew some magic spell, some secret prayer to put things right, just to get back to some semblance of normalcy. I find no answers. Much like before, I don’t know when I’ll write a blog again. I hope to have much better news. I haven’t been myself in such a long time. You can tell. This has to be the most depressing blog I’ve ever written. Maybe it makes me seem more human. Just when I thought I was getting back in touch with my creative spark, all of this other crap is heaped upon me. We all have problems, I know. One crisis after another. We keep picking up and moving on. Maybe there’s advice to be found from some of you out there reading these words. I’m all ears. Tonight, I needed to cleanse my spirit by writing. I’ll return soon, hopefully with better news. Until then, take care, be safe, and keep in mind always what is the most important in your life. Rob

The Dangers of Under-Stimulation in the Bedroom Studio by The Daylight Complex

Grab a small notebook and a portable music playback device loaded with your unfinished songs. Distract your vagus nerve with an exploratory walk through the streets of your neighborhood. Sing nonsense under your breath in time to the music until likely phrases emerge. Write these phrases in your notebook (did you remember a pen?). Do not make eye contact with passerby. During cold weather months, a coat with multiple pockets can be a handy way to protect yourself from the elements and store small objects. Pro Tip: When you return home to your computer screens and electronic equipment, begin crying. Your body should be wracked with shuddering sobs, and huge tears will roll down your cheeks. Your face is unrecognizable as you switch on your webcam.

If You’re a Hammer, the Songs Look Like Nails by The Daylight Complex

Despite the many music tools I have at my disposal, I keep returning to Reason. I can’t decide if I’m retreating or rallying. Reason is comfortable, and I don’t trust comfort anymore.

hmm??? by gidk

Everybody's Working for The Weekend by Not-Available

MY REPORT on THE WASTED (HEDONISTIC) WEEKENDS: A MAJOR ISSUE of U.S. SOCIETY IS THE CONSTANT DRILL FOR A "LEISURELY" WEEKEND or TO INDULGE in HEDONISTIC (DORM-TYPE) PLEASURES or "THE OPIATE of THE MASSES" COLISEUM of BEING THROWN TO THE (DETRIOT) LIONS, of DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR of INITIATION FROM EARLY YOUTH IN MEDIA.. of SEX and VIOLENCE, THAT IS THEN PRACTICED AT 21 WITH A BELLY-FULL of BEER, LIKE in THE JESSICA SIMPSON VIDEO at THE SALOON? THE CONSTRUCTIVENESS OF THE WEEKEND HAS BEEN "LONG-TERM" ALTERED, IN EVERYBODY IS WORKING FOR THE WEEKEND, TO HAVE US WASTE, AND ONLY LIVE FROM PAY-CHECK TO PAYCHECK.. THAT WE HAVE NO SURVIVAL RESERVES (MAYBE, LIVE FOR TODAY, FOR TOMORROW WE DIE?) MANY PEOPLE ARE CONSTRUCTIVE IN HOME IMPROVEMENTS, AND SCHOLASTICS, OVER THE WEEKEND in THE NATURAL and in "SANCTITY" (COMMUNITY ISSUES of IRON SHARPENS IRON). BUT WE INDULGE STILL, TO WHAT? RENEW OURSELVES, in AMENDS, and ALWAYS FINDING OURSELVES, UNWORTHY of GOD or POSITIVE HIGH ENERGY, and ACCEPT THE HOVEL of THE PUBLICAN (or UNCLE TOM). THIS IS NOT ABOUT REVOLUTION, BUT BANNING THE CONTRABAND of "THE WORLD" vs. THE NARROW WAY OF THRIFTY AND REVERENT, or STRAIGHT STREET. WHERE OUR EYES WILL BE MADE TO BE OPEN (TO SEE THEM and KNOW THEM, or THE PROMISED LAND). THE BROADWAY, LEADS TO DESTRUCTION, AND THE NARROW WAY LEADS TO, I ASSUME BEING FOUND WORTHY, THAT CREATES CONSTRUCTIVE REASONING, IN BUILDING THE KINGDOM, WITHOUT END on EARTH. SO, WE MUST PUT AWY THE HEDONISTIC TEMPTATIONS OF THE WEEKDAY SEX and VIOLENCE FRUSTATIONS, THAT WE "CUT-LOOSE" ON THE WEEKEND TO DO AS FALLEN EMPIRES HAVE DONE, or MORBIDITY, OF LIES and NOT TRUTHS. JESUS REMINDS US WE FORGOT SUCH THINGS AS MERCY, in MEDIA WE FORGOT THE GOOD THINGS OF THE DAY, AND SENSATIONALIZE, THE GOSSIP and RUMORS of THE BROADWAY OR BLIND-EYED LIES of A PARALLEL "WORLD" (POLLUTED).. vs. THE WAY, THE TRUTH and THE LIFE of (THAT WE SAY WE SEE, BUT WE DON'T SEE?) HIS KINGDOM THAT HAS NO END or ETERNAL. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING, OF A BRIEF SYNAPSIS, of THE AGONY of BLOOD SWEAT, ACCEPTED, BOUGHT and PAID FOR, and THE TRANSFIGURATION of THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS AS DEATH, as PETER SAW and OFFERED TO BUILD THREE TENTS. MEANING HE SAW THEM in THE FLESH, FOLLOWING JESUS or THE NARROW WAY (MEEK and HUMBLE), THAT WILL TRANSPIRE IN THIS TRANSITION, INTO OUR FOREBEARS, BEING CLEANSED of THE MORBID, AND NOT FINDING SORROW, DEATH or WAR. IN THE GOOD NEWS, OF SILENT NIGHT at MIDNIGHT, A LIGHT CAME INTO THE WORLD, THAT PERMEATED THE DARKNESS COMPLETELY: THE GOOD NEWS OF THE MESSIAH. GET CONTRABAND INTO PERSPECTIVE, and REMEMBER THE GOOD of THE DAY. POSITIVE FAITH POSTIONING. TO SEE, LIGHT or GOOD? and not JUDGEMENTS of GOSSIP, A FILTHY RAG of SAID: "CLOSURE" FOR WE WRESTLE NOT AGAINST FLESH and BLOOD, BUT SOLACE IN an OFFENDER or SCAPEGOAT, EVEN JESUS by BEZELBUB? THIS IS HOW THE BROADWAY IN SIMPLICITY LOOKS: THERE ARE LIVES THAT TRAVEL, TO PASSER-BYE THE CEMETERIES, HOSPITALS, AND JAILS. ON THE NARROW WAY, THERE WILL BE LIVES THE SEE THE PARADISES ALONG STRAIGHT STREET.. ALL THREE. THE TWO THEIVES AND JESUS. FOR THE WILL BE CONTENTED and COMFORTED.

ROB ASTOR Music Appeared On The History Channel by Rob Astor

Hello everyone, A few days ago, my quarterly ASCAP statement came in the mail. I learned that three clips of music appeared in two History Channel programs last summer. "Neptune - The Mystic" and "Venus - The Bringer Of Peace" from my AD ASTRA album were in a program called "Fly With Me". "Mercury - The Winged Messenger", also from AD ASTRA, was in something called "Miracle On Ice". Hopefully this is a sign of bigger and better things to come in 2009! Rob

wanted: producer/composer in los angeles by producer wanted

druge free producer/composer with full home studio and recording abilities wanted to co-create, record and play live.Must have skill and knowledge of Big band and 30's/40's torch song,Vintage 1930's/40's blues and jazz,Classical symphonic ,Ethnic world ,Industrial/electronica styles as well as mp3 examples.All of those styles are of equal importance in this musical dream .We are seeking a 3rd band member to go the full journey with us.Must have excellent song arrangement and organization skills, Must be driven , focused and drug free,Must have a respectable amount of time able to dedicate to keep a project like this progressing.we have a lot to bring to the table, a clear musical vision,we have a gem of a sold out CD and an entire CD in rough to build layers of music on,Songs from scratch are also anticipated.This is not a paying position but when we get paid so will you equally writing, publishing credits and all pay will be split equally.please send mp3's to themusic15@yahoo.com

Progress Report Number 85 by Rob Astor

This blog, intended to cover months worth of work, obviously will not include every detail. Suffice it to say, I’m glad 2008 is over and I sure hope 2009 is millions of times better. To put it bluntly, much of 2008 was rotten! Most of the year between March and the end of December was devoted to ironing out computer issues and dealing with my grandma’s health. She had a shunt inserted in her head back in March, to ease the water pressure on the brain. Unfortunately, something else is going on that is affecting her memory, communications, motor skills, and the ability to stay awake. I have to constantly prompt her to do things. The decline really began about three months ago. Before that, she was making great progress at getting back to normal. On December 11th., she broke her right hip. What a few days that was! She came through the surgery really well and she’s presently in rehab at a nursing home for a few more weeks. However, they had to quarantine the place because of the Flu since last week. If any of you know some special prayer I haven’t already tried, please say it for her. I would be so grateful to get her back home and more active. My computer nightmares began in the middle of April. It would freeze up with no warning and sometimes not even come back on. I was told it could a power distribution to or in the hard drive. I was told it could be the power supply or the processor. I made many calls over the period of about a month. It was suggested the RAM went bad. So, I tried that. I got replacement RAM and the computer worked fine, So well, for four months, I had no issue. In that time, you already know, I was able to record another Christmas album, ONCE UPON A CHRISTMAS STAR. (Sorry I didn’t get all the details posted.) Then, the issue came back. I switched the RAM again. The trick worked for four days. Well, I took it to the nearest Apple store, over forty minutes away. The guy there was absolutely sure that my power supply went bad. (I thought the power supply was the cord and the plug in the back. Foolish me! There’s a great big battery of sorts that sits on the bottom of a desktop tower that can go screwy.) He said it had happened to him and it was all the same symptoms. So, I trusted him. Guess what? The power supply it was not. It was now a toss up between the processor and the logic board. To fix the logic board, it was going to take around $850. The processor was roughly $400. Reluctantly, I told them to try the processor first. In the meantime, having lost all my faith in Apple’s so called geniuses, I made more calls and found a rebuilt computer, almost identical to the one I had. This one came with a larger hard drive and a dual processor, but, it was basically the same set up. I called Apple and stopped the work order and picked up my heavy piece of stainless steel junk. Then, I went over and got the rebuilt tower for the $800 (it came with a year guarantee, the same thing Apple offers on new computers). After another weekend of frustration getting the system tweaked just right, I then had to go through and reinstall a lot of software, sometimes up to four times. (Complete and utter nonsense!) In fact, I still have residual issues from time to time on that front. 2008 was just really bad. I know that I normally don’t write depressing blogs, but, this last year really took it out of me. It’s time for a lot of good to come my way! And, some of it has begun to happen. I was able to get three CDs released; ONCE UPON A CHRISTMAS STAR, AD ASTRA, and YESTERYEAR CLASSICS. I’m doing a collaboration with another really talented artist. I’ve been getting some tracks played on Internet radio and I’ve seen a gradual boost in sales through iTunes. As I write this, I’m setting up a page at Soundtrack.MTV.com. More videos were created during those times when I could get work done. There’s eighteen on YouTube at the minute. Look for some more in the coming weeks. In March, I’m aiming to release BELLATRIX’S MUSIC BOX. So, there’s a lot of good to look forward to in 2009. I’ll try to write blogs more often. You have my word. My wish for all of you is to have a safe and prosperous 2009! See you back here soon! Rob

Progress Report Number 85 by Rob Astor

hehe by Syythe

god its been awhile since ive been on here i can't belive im on the highist rated pll on here

Video "father to son" by A Blue Ocean Dream

A Blue Ocean Dreams first video!! !Watch the new video "Father to son", uploaded from the abod youtube page.

New release: Southern Electro Originals compilation by Eternal Sunday

Eternal Sunday presents Southern Electro Originals, the ultimate compilation of electropop from Argentina with vocals in English. Since its beginnings in 2006 the label Eternal Sunday had the objective of developing (and then exporting to the world) artists that are part of the Argentinean pop scene with songs in English. This local scene exists, and many of its artists are extremely talented, they write, perform and record great songs of a superb quality, that can sound next to any international hit. To prove this Eternal Sunday releases Southern Electro Originals, The ultimate compilation of electropop from Argentina. The album has 13 killer tracks that go from the ultra catchy uptempo electropop (KooLTURE, Canal Pop), move to the darker side adding industrial sounds (LastraX, Electrofreek), flirt with house music (Mr Charles Deluxe, Alfredo Norese) and reach a killer disco hymn climax (Polette). The name of the artists may not be familiar to most people, but this doesn't mean they're newcomers: Electrofreek, who's hit "Hear The Music" opens the album, is the project of the legend of rock nacional Tito Losavio, who was a half of the sucessful duo Man Ray during the 90's. He had played with Charly García, Andrés Calamaro, Los Twists, etc. etc. KooLTURE has made dozens of dance digital releases and is well known in the international underground electropop scene, having remixed and produced artists from around the world. The same happens to Demarco Electronic Project, the techno twins, who appear on a regular basis on the charts at Beatport.com, the most important dance/ electronic music store in the world. They've made all kind of records, from cutting edge electronic music to electronic tango to hard rock. Polette is the legendary singer Paula Varela who uses to sing dozens of radio and TV jingles each year and had sung next to international stars like Deep Purple and Shakira. Alfredo Norese is another known producer, ex member of Macaferri & Asociados, a successful 90's band from Argentina and author of many house tracks sold around the world. Auxiliar Channel and LastraX are very well know to fans of gothic/ industrial/ EBM music around the world. Its producer, Tecnoman SF, produces and records regularly European artists for labels from around the world. A special mention goes to "Ecstatic Days", the collaboration between Canal Pop and Bea. Canal Pop is the project of Emiliano Canal, a producer from Argentina specialized in pop music with vocals in English and Bea is Bea Conenna, singer from New York City who leads Bea Ba, a North American band that makes rock en español. During a visit of Bea to Buenos Aires they got together and recorded this hit, released as a single by Eternal Sunday. They also made a music video that it's the official music video for this compilation. Southern Electro Originals was born to show the world the quality of the Argentinean pop music with vocals in English scene. This was a scene who had almost no support from labels till, Eternal Sunday appeared. Southern electro Originals is an exclusive digital release. A CD edition will be released soon.