It never fails.
Every time I consider shutting down this site,
someone writes me and ask for a copy of a certain song I made.

I have actually thought of just ending this site
and redirect all traffic to my Twitter.
I am on there mostly anyways.

But then I get reminded of how much work I have invested on this site
and I just can’t shut it down.
It used to be a big hit with my family and friends
or other musicians who happen to have seen this too.
Not anymore.
To be honest, I forget I have this site at all.

I can’t even make music anymore.
I am not even too happy with the last ones I posted back in July.
I used to post songs at least once or twice a month in here.
Not anymore.
To be honest, I forget to include playing music in my daily routine.

Anyways,
This site is going on its 13th year
and its still up and running.
14 years or more, to be honest.
I bought the domain name a year or so after I started this whole thing.

Before the year ends,
let me just thank those who keeps checking this site.
Even though there’s really not much updates.
Thanks to my regulars who just want to know what’s going on.
Even for that one person in the Philippines who keeps searching my site for I don’t know what.
Your endless search just keeps adding traffic to this site.
Thank you.

Now.
Christmas is coming
and for those of you who know how I feel about this
special Holiday of Stress and Obligation,
I still don’t know whose Bells I have to Jingle
to get some Christmas Spirit around here.

Not that you noticed,
but I changed the tag line for this site

from
denofmusic.com
~Heavily influenced by music, life, joy, hate,
.. or alcohol. Whichever comes first.~

Which was written when I was just a young lad,
and probably under the influence.

to
denofmusic.com
~Where the music has found a place to play.~

Yeah! That is sooo me!

That’ll stay there for now,
until I come up with something better.

But based on my history,
I can never do better
so that’s pretty much going to be there for a while.

I don’t get it.

For those who follow my writings here,
it hasn’t been a secret what I feel about
Medical Doctors.

Or at least every single one I have encountered.
I refuse to believe any “bull crap” they lay on me.

But,
Once the Dentist tells me I need to have something done,
I give him my life savings.

So,
That’s it.

No Xmas for me.

Because you know how it is,
when this time of year comes around,
you have to have bazillions of money.

That’s what Christmas is about.

So,
as of the moment,
it has been canceled.

For me.

Until further notice.

Or until Mr. Armani reads my letter.

Ladies and gentlemen.
May I introduce to you,

The reason why my life is sometimes miserable.
The reason why I have anger management problems.
The reason why I hate everything,
and the one that is responsible for all the bad luck in my life,
My imaginary friend,

My “Bad Luck Troll.” (tada!!!)

Yup.
You heard me, boys and girls.
It does exist.

Sometimes my wife, Tracy makes fun of me.
She thinks that the reason I am angry with everything,
is that I have this notion that the whole world is trying to get me.
That everything bad happens is directed at me.
That for some “God Forsaken Reason”, I feel like I have the worst luck.

This “Troll” sits on one corner waiting for me to feel a little bit of happiness,
Then “BAM”!!!
Another bad thing will happen.

This “Troll” seems to have a knack on giving me hell,
right on the heels of the last freakin’ bad luck it gave me.
I don’t even have time to fucking recover, nor at least breathe!

He (or She, I don’t want to be prejudiced here), is the reason why I feel this way.
The reason why I have so much hate that I just can’t get rid of.
Why my back hurts so much, I think it’s going to snap!
The reason from all this pounding headaches.
The reason my fucking neighbors become assholes the moment Tyler takes his nap.
The reason why I drop things.
The reason why I get stuck in traffic.
The reason why I always hit a red light too.

Sometimes I try to outsmart this stupid troll of mine
that I take random routes to different locations,
but I still hit a fucking road construction site,
that they just purposely started when I decided to take that way.

The reason why the US Immigration people are fucking slow,
and won’t process my fucking papers,
so I can fucking work!

The reason why Bank tellers, Bill collectors and Drivers license people
become heartless, blood sucking bitches when I engage their valuable services!

Come to think of it,
this fucking “Troll” told the governments of Canada
to fucking leech all my money from me!

The reason why I can’t sleep at night,
and if I did,
there will be some fucking asshole,
with his car audio blasting like the asshole he is,
drive by and stop right in front of my house.
Of all the fucking houses in our street, he stops on mine!

And you know that shower rack in your bathroom?
The thing where you put your shampoos and soaps?
How many times have you heard that thing would just suddenly fall and hit someone in the head?
Ask me!!

The reason my back hurts,
The reason I am losing my hair,
The reason my vision is bad,
The reason I am fat,
And the reason why everyone drills into my head
that I am fucking fat and losing my hair.
Like I don’t fucking know it already!

And the reason why you see all these people,
who fucking waste their life on drugs and alcohol like their money is freaking unlimited!
While the only unlimited supplies I have are these bad lucks that this fucking “Troll” sends me.

Is it my Karma?
Is it my Karma from all the people I’ve hurt before?
Fuck that!!
What about those who have hurt me?
What about the good things I have done?
When do I get to reap them?
Were they even recorded somewhere?

I don’t believe in Karma!
It’s just something people invented so they can fucking trick you to be nice to them.
I don’t care what other people think anymore.

Even Christmas!
Why would millions of heartless, Cold-blodded,
cruel, nasty, spiteful people change because it’s Christmas?
Everyone suddenly becomes joyful and triumphant!
One holiday doesn’t make you a saint just by giving gifts.
Does it?
Oh yeah, I forgot… Christmas is all about gifts!!!!

What is that you say?
It’s about love? And peace? And giving?
BULLSHIT!
Anyone who believes that Christmas is about love and peace,
hasn’t been at WalMart, during their holiday sales.

It’s all about how many gifts you receive.
It’s all about who has the prettiest lights and decor in your street.
Do you remember your most memorable Christmas?
Is it about that this is the Lord’s Birthday?
Or was it because you actually received something that was on your wish list?
The spirit of Christmas has been long gone!
Rudolph’s head is on someone’s wall.

Some people would say,
“Oh there are other people who have worse luck than yours.”
Well, thank you very much Dr. Phil!
I am fully aware of that.
Why don’t you be nosy somewhere else, or count something.
You bag of shit!

Or someone would also say,
“Yes, but that’s just life.”
Yes, I know that too,
but I am not like other people who enjoys all the senseless things in this world!

Or some hippie would say,
“You just have to know the best things in life. The best things in life are free”
Yeah, you’re right.
The best things in life are free.
Plus Shipping and Handling!

These are my problems and I have the right to complain.
Sometimes, in the music of my life, I hit a sour note.
Apparently, this sour note is on maximum sustain and I am tired of it.
I don’t need anybody’s help,
Nor anybody’s sympathy.

The Matrix is fucking programmed to get me!
And Neo is fucking dead!

Oh and the latest?

The car broke down the other day,
so I got the call from the auto shop.

“Hello Mr. Tyrone, Sir.
the transmission is shot and needs to be replaced,
it will cost you $1,850.

Oh and a certain “Mr. Troll” sends his regards.

FUCKING GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Since last month’s post,
I must have seen this annoyance a thousand times.

Why is it that I always see the number “11” ?

I would enter the bedroom, all dark,
and the clock would have the minute on what? …“11”.

I would warm up my lunch in the microwave, leave it and come back.
But I always end up coming back to check it
with how many seconds left?…“11”.

I would check out what program would come on
after the show I am watching on the dishnetwork,
And the guide would tell me that there are “11” minutes left
before the next one starts.

The most comfortable volume level on our car radio is at ..
.. what else? “11”.

The nearest mall from our house is just about ..
ooohh.. “11” miles.

Good thing that we did not go out today because,
Hey!!, What’s today’s date?….The “11th”.

Even Tracy is starting to notice my predicament.

Does anybody know what the deal is?
Should I be worried?
Is it some sign?
Is it a glitch in the matrix?

Neo!! I am telling you!!!
Quit clowning around and help me!

Here are some cool links to take our minds off of this crap.

Oh how I wish I could shoot that dog! –> Duck Hunt
Check out the Astronomy Picture of the day –> Nasa.gov
How about a view of the Earth? –> The Living Planet
To my fellow computer geeks –> Casemods
This would have been cool if it was actually synched –> Virtual Drums