So I'm going to post a bunch of audio clips of me playing guitar. This was all recorded by resting my headphones which are connected to the little pockets amp I sometimes use, over the computer mic. Obviously the quality is sketchy at best, but screw it. Also, these are all really short clips from songs, not the complete song. I know you all have ADD, so it probably works out.

I wrote this riff about 15 minutes ago, with no accompanying riffs yet.

My guitar style over the last couple years has become more and more influenced by the southern style of what's called "stoner metal". Basically, Sabbath inspired stuff. Other major bands like Kyuss, and Sleep carried the torch as well. Melodic riffs played on a low tuning.

One of my oldest riffs in that style. I had more parts to it, but I switched my tuning since then and it's kinda thrown it off a bit, so I need to re-write.

Aaaand another. I got oodles of different riffs in this tuning/style.

But also, a lot of my writing has been influenced by me just sitting alone and playing to nothing. My first "real" electric guitar is a Fender Telecaster which I still use to play brighter, and less "heavy" music. Some quick samples.

One of the few thing's I've ever matched vocal melodies to. Simple, but one of my favorites. Maybe soon I'll have the version with vocals up, as that's when it really sounds full.

This is the oldest one on here. Close to the oldest riff I still remember and play. I probably wrote this 4-5 years ago, if I had to guess. Probably the most traditional in progression, and melody.

The latest one. Really incomplete. I think it has a lot of potential. I dunno, it's something.

Chuck

Clint Malarchuk

I was born and nearly died less than a mile from this spot. Missoula, Montana, 1985.

I've been thinking about distance a lot lately. About how it's what separates me from many people I care deeply about. Across country, across the world, but also within myself. It's an internal struggle to try and cover the right ground. Say the right thing at the right time, and do the right thing when necessary. I have my regrets, and so does just about everyone else. These regrets make us feel indebted to the past, like we lost some bet to a seedy bookie, and gambled away something that you could not pay back. Soon enough, when the bookie calls, you disguise your voice, or make a lie.

FASHION REPORT

Items:

1. Plain Hanes t-shirt. Grayish Blue. Purchased as a part of a 3-pack at Wal-Mart for $10.
2. Black H&M Shorts. $20 bucks. Fit very well, but have poor stitching due to H&M's quality control being incredibly lax. Most likely because they use sweatshops overseas.
3. White ERA Vans shoes (not pictured). Summer is here. That means wearing Vans shoes without socks. Purchased at Zappos.com, who are renowned for their customer service. I have cut the little "VANS" tags off the side of them, creating a seem-less and logo-less triumph.

Statement:

No logos, plain one color items. I don't want to pay money to wear someone's logo, and I don't like the $35 "boutique" t-shirts that a lot of yuppies buy that have all sorts of neon crap all over them. My hair is messy at this moment.

The keyboardist from The Apes, performing with a foot cast. She was actually pogo-dancing on one leg for most of the night. That's dedication.