Sharing your music.... When it's not very good

[BONES]

It's shared experiences that bind us, brother.

[raiderpdog]

No service in my background, but my high school didn't have any doors on their bathrooms either, as over the years the school became more and more run down with rampant drug use, many, many fights, race riots, etc. so they finally removed doors to prevent stuff from happening in there, before I even showed up.

The bathrooms there were legendarily gross and bad.

Then, they even started cutting stalls back lengthwise and heightwise, so by my Junior and Senior years, they were basically about 1-2 feet long from the back of the toilet to the front, almost like little urinal divider walls, so you were definitely exposed if you had to really go.
Once, when I was a sophomore, my best friend had to go, but he wanted me to try to "stand guard" and let him know if anyone was coming. Naturally, a bunch of the football team came in perfect timing and I was quickly brushed aside so they could heckle him as he was trying to take a dump. Poor guy was surrounded

[Hink]

my boot camp was the summer of 78, all my drill sgts were Vietnam vets, it was extremely intense for a 19 year old just out of high school. FTR I have said this before, Full Metal Jacket came the closest to getting what it was like but more intense because it wasnt a movie, it was life for three months. If my mom were here she would tell you that I absolutely loved boot camp, I was one of the smallest in my unit and after our first PT test about 6 weeks in I got one of the highest scores in my PT test and was awarded "Super Jock"...had no idea what that meant at first but then I got to go to the head of the chow line for all of my training including AIT (Advanced Individualized Training)

When I got to Ft Dix they took me aside with others and gave me three days of testing, at the end of the testing 3 of us remained and we were offered 1 year Ft Monmouth NJ for OCS and 4 years at this little academy in southern New York they have. I did not pick up the pen, sometimes I am sorry I didnt but at 19 I was being asked to make a ten year commitment (5 in school, 5 in duty, guaranteed Capt by then and a BA in Science and Engineering) which meant to me deciding then that the military would be my career.

GS says there are two types, those who went through bootcamp and those who didnt, in most circles it is met with respect. One of the issues though and frankly I mean no offense by this, but BONEs, GS, myself...we are all very headstrong. It comes with the territory.

It was a time of a lot of dropping out of school, it was around then they allowed high equivalencies in basic here, judges were giving losers the choice between jail or the military which really hurt our military. Losers, uneducated, untrustworthy (would you want to be in the army trusting criminals to have your back) We saw all the people who were too smart for high school, the majority of them getting a general discharge under honorable conditions...I just spell that L O S E R.

I got caught after sneaking out to get a pepsi from a vending machine just 100' from our barracks, I hid the empty can in the ceiling. I 'fessed up so my punishment was only 1000 military squat thrusts (cross between a burpee and a squat thrust). Start out standing, go to front leaning rest position (like the start of a push up for civilians), do one push up, bring your knees up to your chest and then stand (no jump like a burpee)...ONE. Some people think getting that pepsi was stupid, uh-uh, it was awesome for me and why I got super jock (ftr my pt test I did just ove 120 situps in a minute, the same with hand over hand on the monkey bars and ran a 12 minute minute two mile). But for me the biggest thing was the confidence course, the tower. (a lot of things on the course ftr)



I went over the very top bar (I had to stand on the second to last and the top one was a reach over my head). One cannot fathom that feeling without being there, no support, no net, no cables holding you...if you fell, you fell, if it was from the top your parents were getting 25k. That video is from Airborne later than I was in basic, we went up the middle. Of course we had a trainee platoon leader, our was a champion golden glove boxer, huge guy, I once saw him block a swing M-16 from hitting someone else head without a flinch, one of the toughest humans I have ever met in my life...he got halfway up and froze, I climbed up to help him down with another...he was crying his eyes out. This was not mandatory, you were not scored on this, this was part of the confidence course and it's intent was to give you confidence, not die. I loved it.

Right around 1980, mothers pestered congress and got laws changed to make bootcamp more humane, and we saw it with new soldiers coming in. When I left FT Dix from all the pushups I did FT dix was at least 6" lower than when I got there. Fantastic experience, shaped my life, I would not change that if I had a do over. No more low crawling with 50 cals shooting over your head, a limit on physical punishments, Drill SGTS couldnt say things so offensive to you like they did us (and our mothers).

Anyone who went through bootcamp deserves respect for it, from the minute we got off the cattle trucks with every single piece of gear and uniforms we owned on our backs and ran to the barracks, into the dayroom with those dufflebags still on our backs doing pushups...this before we even got assigned a room...it was the most grueling, toughest experience I will ever love.

Then I went to FT Hood for my assignment, night/day...first day I was handed a joint, suddenly it went from Full Metal jacket to Platoon discipline wise

[melomood]

i just assume that's why kritikon is wanking out doors. otherwise it's just weird.

There are so few people hereabouts that one can get a suntan on parts rarely exposed to the sun.

when I was in boot camp they shaved my head, I got a sunburn on the top of my ears

When I was 24 I had a job basically in the middle of a field making prefab concrete slabs for buildings in A.C. & got sunburned over pretty much the entire top half of my body

[highkoo]

Sharing bad music is the only thing the internet is still good for..

I think Im like a pro bad-music-sharer at this point.
I have like a couple hundred hand crafted tracks on a soundcloud page Ive had for a loooong time, and I quite literally do not even tell anyone they are there, and Ive only even posted a handful of links to it in a decade.
My sig on KvR is 99.99% of the backlinks.

[Hink]

i just assume that's why kritikon is wanking out doors. otherwise it's just weird.

There are so few people hereabouts that one can get a suntan on parts rarely exposed to the sun.

when I was in boot camp they shaved my head, I got a sunburn on the top of my ears

When I was 24 I had a job basically in the middle of a field making prefab concrete slabs for buildings in A.C. & got sunburned over pretty much the entire top half of my body

that sounds like it sucked

when I was a boy we use to go to gloucester mass to a beach called good harbor...if we werent in Maine that's where we went. There was an island you could walk out to on a sandbar at low tide. Right around the end of school in June we went (very typical), it was the first time of the year, the sun was very strong, I was very pale from winter and we went out to that island. We were sitting up on these rocks throwing plants into the water and before the day was over I had a severe sunburn.

The next day I learned what those plants were, poison ivy. The next day I was covered head to toe with poison ivy (also not uncommon for me, I get it bad) on top of the worst sunburn I ever got...to that point.

At fort Hood Texas in 1980, a record breaking summer with heat (over 100° from June 19th to sept 20th, no rain, lakes dried up, people died on the streets)...I got 5 terrible sunburns...what did uncle sam say...if I missed any work due to a sunburn I would be charged with damage to govt property.

I know from sunburns and I know people get em worse than me, but I hate em.

[BONES]

No service in my background, but my high school didn't have any doors on their bathrooms either, as over the years the school became more and more run down with rampant drug use, many, many fights, race riots, etc. so they finally removed doors to prevent stuff from happening in there, before I even showed up.

At least you had the option of holding it until you got home. When you were living in barracks, your only other option would have been to sneak into the bushes in the night with a shovel, dig a hole and shit into that. And believe me, nobody had the energy at the end of the day to be doing that.

I went over the very top bar (I had to stand on the second to last and the top one was a reach over my head). One cannot fathom that feeling without being there, no support, no net, no cables holding you...if you fell, you fell, if it was from the top your parents were getting 25k.

Do you reckon you'd have the mental toughness to do it today? I don't think I could do it physically and I'm sure I don't have that mental confidence any more, where physical challenges are concerned. But those courses made me almost fearless at the time. I used to sneak up after dinner in the summer, when it was still light, and do the course on my own. Without the PT instructors screaming at you, you have time to realise how stupidly dangerous it all is but you do it anyway.

Right around 1980, mothers pestered congress and got laws changed to make bootcamp more humane, and we saw it with new soldiers coming in.

Interestingly, I found the Regular Army training to be a lot softer than what I'd experienced in the Army Reserve as a civilian, first in basic training and then later, between my full-time stints, when training for Commandos. The scariest thing I had to do in Commandos was to go down a 25m cliff forwards (face first) on a rope that you weren't actually attached to, it just ran around and between your legs. We wore these sheepskin shorts and gloves to protect us from rope burns but if you lost concentration for a second or you got your foot jammed, you were going straight down to the rocks below. Great times!

The coolest thing is that I ended up running a platoon in Recruit Training (Boot Camp) as a LT. To see the changes in those kids over the course of 11 weeks was easily the greatest job satisfaction I had during my service. I worked my arse off - in the office at 6am (reveille), immaculately dressed, did pretty much everything with the recruits through the day and then still in the office at 10pm (lights out), usually in a fresh uniform after dinner. I've never worked so bloody hard in my life but I loved every minute of it.

[zerocrossing]

I recently started a project to get a recording of all my old music from the 80s and 90s. I thought it was going to take a really long time, because I had a box full of what I remembered to be gems.

Most of it was garbage. I didn’t count them, but there’s probably about 24 good ones, and 6 of those are sort of satire songs, like my “Jennifer Is Nice” track, where I’m totally pretending to be an early Beatles song as a goof/tribute. Kind of like Liam Lynch’s Fake Songs. (Great, btw)

Anyway, not only did I not feel like sharing the weak stuff, I couldn’t wait to toss it in the bin. I’m not sure why anyone would share something that they didn’t feel proud of. Not everything’s a gem. I mean, if you’re working on something and you want to share it as a “work in progress,” that’s something different. But if the song itself is weak, work on it until it’s good, or chuck it and move on. Don’t waste people’s time and contributing to the noise of the internet.

[DJ Warmonger]

Don’t waste people’s time and contributing to the noise of the internet.

This. Absolutely.

Sometimes I try to play my old tracks and boy, they are so weirdly mixed it's an instant no-go. Some ideas were hit or miss, but it's better to move on and make new, better tunes.

"Sharing on the internet" is also futile. If a track is good enough, a label will pick it and share all over the internet on its own.

[melomood]

Sometimes it's just shit rising to top of the bog. Sometimes true classics get lost in the noise for decades

[BertKoor]

You aren't making arguments on what's said, you're twisting things to attack a person.

Hello hello? Who's there? Pot calling kettle!

You seem to have a personal vendetta. It looks rather ugly and tasteless from here.

[vurt]

closest i got to the army, was a few soldiers wives while the men were off fighting a war in iraq.

[PatchAdamz]

Most musicians cant judge if their music is good or bad due to the closeness to it so getting others opinions can be helpful.
Just assume another perspective might be, another perspective.
It is always good enough to get some feedback.

[melomood]

closest i got to the army, was a few soldiers wives while the men were off fighting a war in iraq.

Thank you,for your 'service'

[vurt]

for queen and country!