This is just a quick video of my dog Zeus (the darker one) acting funny when Mom puts on toenail polish. My other dog Leto (the lighter one) does some funny but subtle things too.
We’re thinking about submitting it to America’s Funniest Videos. What do you guys think?
P.S: I finished recording the two Japanese videos (a.k.a. J-Vids) and I’ll be editing them throughout this week. I haven’t gotten to the album/anime reviews yet, but I already have one CD to review and I’m gonna look through my collection for the other one (can’t be too hard lol!). All of these videos will be uploaded next week, pending a major catastrophe.
Happy Independence Day to my American audience, it’s TheAndySan here after a bike ride into town.
I did my usual biking around town and walked around the Freedom Days festival/picnic. The only kinda-interesting thing there besides the food that I had no money for was the band that was playing. They’re called Sierra Shame and they’re some country rock band. They’re a lot better than the bands that I’ve seen before at Freedom Days, but I don’t find them to be interesting.
Hey guys, my name is TheAndySan and I’ve gotta tell you about the D’Addario Chrome strings.
I’m the kind of guy who’s always experimenting with his gear to find different tonal possibilities.
I was recommended these strings by my local music store and decided to give them a shot. Boy, they are a-freaking-mazing!
No more string sliding noise so your slides are super-quiet. Their darker tone is perfect for pretty much any style of music ranging from heavy metal to jazz. I find that they’re best for beefing up treble-happy pickups.
These are my strings of choice!! I dare you to find better & cheaper flatwound strings than these!!
Also in other news, Jon and I will be kicking out the jams with Eights and Aces early in the morn’ tomorrow at 9. I can’t wait!!
Well, I’m gonna go celebrate the 4th of July by playing my guitar. Enjoy yourselves!
P.S: Here’s the Autonomous Action Unit, now PRAISE IT FOR IT GAVE YOU YOUR FREEDOM!!!1:
July 3rd, 2004: It was a day that forever changed my life. It was the day that my dad passed away. As corny as it sounds, I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was a Saturday morning and I was on my way to the local trading card shop to play in a Yu-Gi-Oh! tournament entitled The King of Games Tournament. As I was walking out the door, the phone rang. I thought that it was Eriopolis, who organized the tournament, calling about something so I went back inside. My mom picked up the phone before I could and was told the devastating news by one of my cousins: my dad had passed away in transit to a rehabilitation center. I quickly called Eriopolis and told him that I wouldn’t be in the tournament today.
We drove to Dad’s house, which was also Grandma’s house at the time, and met up with everyone to figure out what had happened. We knew beforehand that Dad was in the hospital and that he was dying. We were told that he would go to a rehabilitation center so that he could die without all the hussle and bussle of a hospital. We were waiting for him to go there so we could visit him and begin to heal our relationship with him.
You see, two years prior to his death, my bro Jon wrote him a letter saying that we didn’t want to see him until he stopped drinking when we were visiting him. We were sick and tired of him always passed out on his chair and we couldn’t spend any quality time with him. We used to do things with him all the time when we were over there. It may not have been extravegant, but it meant the world to us. Dad would record DragonBall-Z throughout the week (keep in mind that this was back when Toonami was in its prime) and we’d watch it together. We developed a theory about time travel from watching the Cell Sagas that I callled the Tree Theory. The Tree Theory states that reality is split whenever someone makes a decision. That split is called a branch. As a result of the branch existing, it can grow new branches from itself. If someone were to go back in time and change events, they would be adding and subtracting branches from The Tree.
All we wanted was for our dad to spend time with us. We didn’t need for him to spend loads of money on us or anything like that. My fondest memories are of us doing things together that cost us pretty much nothing. Sure, we’ve spent many a dollar and good time eating Little Caeser’s pizza, Dad’s home-grilled steak, or just pizza rolls.
I miss him. I wish that I could drive in my truck to his house or just call him and talk to him about whatever I wanted, just like I used to do. But I can’t. He’s gone, and no amount of wanting him is gonna bring him back.
In some aspects, I am glad that he died. If he were still alive, I don’t know for certain if I or Jon would be as dedicated to playing guitar as we are. I’m positive that I would try to learn to play guitar once I saw Travis’ Zakk Wylde Les Paul at McDonald’s. Who knows? Learning to play guitar from Dad could have been the thing that would have brought us back together after spending two years apart.
To be honest though, I do believe that it has reconnected us. It has opened up our creativity and allowed us to bond even from beyond the grave. While the artist may only live for a short time, the music lives forever. This I believe.
Hey guys, it’s TheAndySan hurr with another quickie post.
If you couldn’t tell by the redunk-yo-mamma-liss title, this post is about the Top Ten Things You Can’t Do With Your Dead Dad On Father’s Day (copy-pasted for teh win). Before we begin, for some of my new viewers, this is obviously not meant to be taken seriously. Coming from someone who lost their father, I know it can be a rough experience. That aside, here we go:
10 – Walks on the beach.
Sun + salt water + seagulls = x eternally haunted children, where x = the number of children your dad had. Gotta love math humor!
9 – Picnics on a grassy knoll.
Okay, so maybe you can pull this one off if Pops was buried in a hill. Just don’t pass him the Worcestershire sauce!
8 – Shopping.
Whether it’s trying on a fancy new set of threads or picking out the right steak to throw on the grill, your Dearly Departed Daddy’s gonna attract a lot of unwanted attention. Best to do the shopping beforehand.
7 – Backyard BBQs.
Speaking of throwing meat on the grill, Perished Papa’s not gonna have much of an appetite this Father’s Day. Unless you’re grilling brains.
6 – Car rides around scenic places.
With gas prices rising stupidly high, it’s best to keep your deceased dad local. Even though he could use some fresh air.
5 – Camping.
Bears. ‘Nuff said.
4 – Go to the local bar.
Getting your dead dad a nice, cold brewski after he’s bitten the big one sounds like a good idea, right? Well, his rotten liver disagrees.
3 – Watch a movie at the theater.
Watching Indiana Jones & The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull seems like quality father-child bonding time. However, your festering father is more worried about his sinking-in skull.
2 – Surprise Mom with a present.
It’s a twist that’ll make even M. Night Shyamalan proud. It’s Father’s Day and Mom’s getting something?! Wow-wii!!!1 Honestly, I think she’ll be more surprised that your Decaying Dad’s around than any set of diamond earrings you’ll ever get her.
And the Number-One Thing You Can’t Do With Your Dead Dad On Father’s Day is…
1 – Say you’re sorry for all the crap you’ve given to him during his lifetime. What a twist!! Yeah, Putrid Pops won’t have much of an ear for those kinds of things so don’t even bother. As a matter of fact, he won’t have much of an ear at all.
Well, there you have it. The Top Ten Things You Can’t Do With Your Dead Dad On Father’s Day. This is TheAndySan signing off. Stay classy, always
P.S: It’s been 22 days since www.theandysan.com has been up. I’ve also added some social bookmarking site buttons so if any of you guys use Digg, Reddit, etc., you can submit my stuff to them.
Hey there, it’s TheAndySan here to answer a question that I ask myself everyday: who inspires me to pick up a guitar and play?
Believe it or not, some of my inspiration comes from people who’ve never touched a guitar in their life. People like my mom. Okay, so maybe she’s played a thing or two on guitar, but that’s beside the point. The point is, that I’m inspired by her sticking to her guns when times get tough. She also has a sense of self-worth that was passed onto me. I remember when we were on welfare wayyy back in the day, and although she could have stayed at home and collected the check, she worked her ass off to pay for everything and she managed to go to cosmotology school on top of that! Even though we didn’t have the nicest clothes or the trendiest toys, we never felt beneath other people. We had a strong sense of self-worth and knew that although times were tough, we would get through them and things would get better. And they did.
Of course, I am also inspired by actual guitar players. The most inspirational guitar players from 1-3 are my dad, Paul McCartney, and Marty Friedman. My dad was the reason I got back into playing guitar in the first place. I was always into music in some form or another. I got two Yamaha keyboards from my dad that I always tinkered on. I had guitar lessons when I was 7 and living in Michigan. I began to lose interest because we were playing babyish stuff like Mary Had a Little Lamb and the like. I wanted to play the flute in 5th grade, but I couldn’t afford one so they let me play violin. I was pretty bad at it so it didn’t last very long. In 8th grade music class, I played The Terminator theme for a project. Although the teacher told me to scrap it because I didn’t follow the directions, some of the classmates loved it! I didn’t get back into music again until my dad passed away about 2 months after I graduated high school. In another turn of events, Dimebag Darrell passed away that same year on December 8th (the day after my birthday), the birthday of Marty Friedman and Jim Morrison. At the funeral, one of Dad’s close friends, Rick Barr, asks me if I was in a band and if I’ve inherited any of my dad’s talent and good ears. I honestly couldn’t answer him about the latter, and it planted the seed that maybe I should pick up the guitar again to find out. A couple months later, I learn that one of the new workers at McDonald’s, Travis, plays guitar. After playing his guitar for awhile, he helped me get my own guitar in January of 2005 (I didn’t have my very first guitar at that point so that’s why I needed another one). It was a beat-up Squire Strat with a cable, gigbag, and a small amp for $100.
Paul McCartney has been such a big influence on my dad that Paul’s voice has become familiar and comforting. In a weird sort of way, Paul McCartney has been like a second dad to me. Sure we’ve never met, but when he sings and talks, it feels like he’s singing and talking to me and only me. Paul’s been getting a lot of slag about his albums being mediocre. I think that people expect too much from him. If you’re putting on a Paul McCartney album and expecting it to be Revolver or The White Album, you’ll be let down. That’s not to say his music’s no good. It’s just that you need to lower your expectations a bit to enjoy it. I grew up on albums like Flowers In The Dirt and the double-live album Tripping The Live Fantastic. It wasn’t until I was a bit older that I first heard any Beatles songs. Of course I thought they were great, but I didn’t see much different between that and what Paul was doing. Then again, I wasn’t around when The Beatles came to America so I know I would be eating my words if I were around back then.
Marty Friedman, the former guitarist from Megadeth and Cacophony, has been my main inspiration as a player because he plays things that are normally not associated at all with guitar and they sound a-mazing! If you have the time, I highly recommend the following videos:
Marty in Rock Fujiyama Episode #12 (I based a riff around this):
Marty In Rock Fujiyama Episode #23:
Marty in Rock Fujiyama Episode #15:
Marty and Paul Gilbert in Rock Fujiyama Episode #47:
Marty in Rock Fujiyama Episode #22:
Marty in Rock Fujiyama Episode #7:
Marty in Rock Fujiyama episode #4 (I copied what he did to create part of a song called Heavy Metal Waltz):
Wow! I’d better stop posting Marty Friedman videos…for now. Anyway, there are a gazillion other players out there that inspire me. Players like Vince Gill, Gary Moore, Robbie McIntosh (the guitarist for Paul McCartney circa Flowers In The Dirt through Off The Ground), Paul Gilbert, Les Paul (the guy and the guitar), and loads more.
Well, I believe that this post has become redunk-yo-mama-liss long so I’m gonna go eat something before I go to work. Laterz!
Hey guys, it’s the Andy-San hurr listenin’ to Jeff Beck’s “Where Were You.” It’s an awesome song that you should be listening to right now.
My mom got into an accident today. Don’t worry, she’s ok. I took the day off just in case. The car got banged up pretty bad, but considering that she got hit by a semi that was going 40+ mph, I’m surprised the car’s still in one piece. It actually did more damage to the semi than the car if you can believe it!! The repairs are gonna be hella costly, but hopefully the insurance will cover it or at least most of it.
My bro went to prom today as well. It was with two chicks who were BFFs so he was pimpin’ lol. Actually, one of them was ok looking & really tall. The other one was her DUFF. BFF DUFF OMG WTF BBQ?!!!?!!1
I saw Jess Green of all people at the prom. I don’t think she saw me, but I don’t care. I kept looking to see if she would say hi or something because we were like ten feet away. Now, I told you that story to tell you this story. Back when I was working at Taco Bell, late at night, a husband and wife come in and order their food. I think nothing about it. When they were getting ready to leave, the wife asked me if I was Andy S. (I won’t give out my last name because I’m not retarded lol) and I said yes. She said that she was Jess’ mom and that Jess was getting married. I said that’s cool and said bye to them. That has got to be one of the most awkward conversations I’ve ever had evAr. She recognized me by face (and name-tag, but there’s a lot of Andys around here) and I’d never seen her in my life. Weirdness…
But anyway, I’m happy that Jess is getting married to someone she’s been with for years instead of being like most people around here and getting married after only knowing someone for a couple of months. This brings me to this question: what’s the point of getting married? Besides a ceremony and rings that’ll knock your wallet the fuck out and filing your taxes differently, I don’t see the point. If you love each other, then what else do you need? Now before any of you ladies pull out the tried-and-true c-word that makes men’s nuts shrivel, commitment, let me stop that little brainfart. Commitment is essentially synonymous with boring routine. Yeah, it means dedication, but do you really need a wedding ring to prove it? Marriage basically limits you to one woman and one woman only by a contractual agreement. I’m excluding gay marriages because I’m lazy and believe the same thing applies to them too so nothing against gay people at all. I think that marriage is a way to quell some insecurities in a relationship and in the event it goes sour, you’ll get something out of it financially. I seriously doubt that I’ll get married, but I want to be in a relationship with someone that I love that doesn’t need a contract to prove that I love her. Fuck that shit. In the ass. With a razor dildo.
Well, I’m gonna sign off since I’m gettin’ kinda sleepy. You kids be safe. Nighty-night!