Videos

Posted: May 5, 2013 in General

Hey all, been trying to blog more, and also been recording as many videos as I can. Just released a drum cover of Bangarang by Skrillex featuring Sirah the other day, and just a few minutes ago released a video lesson on Basic Metric Modulation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRgzGOnVGV4&feature=youtu.be. Check them out if they interest you!

A Play on Me?

Posted: May 3, 2013 in General, Short Stories

Have you ever had the feeling that somehow the life that you’re living is just some kind of play on you; that somehow everything you have ever experienced and everybody you’ve ever met was all just a big sort of test on you? The feeling is as though someone, somewhere is doing this big experiment and because you can only see the world through your own eyes, the experiment must be on you. I imagine some ingenious scientist from the future, sitting in a laboratory somewhere far away from my world, watching and calculating every move I make. He plants people in my way that I will inevitably run into; be it people that I have only a short and meaningless interaction with, or people that end up being lifelong friends and influences on me; people that change who I am and what I believe in. He then casually jots down logs in his notebook, assessing the movements I make; the reactions I have to his disciples that greet me in the street, in the schools that he has created just for me, at the cafe where they sell coffee that only I can taste. Everybody around me knows what is going on except for me. They all work for the scientist, and he instructs them on how to treat me. Some offer me love and support that I could never have imagined, and some treat me with contempt for no reason whatsoever. My reactions to each and every one of these individuals is what he spends most of his time observing. I wonder if at some point they will all come clean to me; they will tell me that this world is an artificial, tiny place where I have been placed for an evaluation of my tiny life that only I perceive to be long and meaningful.

But then, just as these thoughts float through my head, I return to my normal thought process… This is not a test on me, to think so would be selfish. If there is some ingenious scientist working somewhere far away, he is testing all of us, and then I’m left to wonder how we are doing on this test. Are we failing, or are we succeeding? Wait, how unrealistic to think this way. We are all just here due to an inexplicable wonder of science and nature. I am just one among many, who probably think the same things, and wonder at this reality just as I do. I am just a small being in this great world, no smaller or larger than anyone else, and this large world that we inhabit is just a tiny place amongst a universe that despite are most valiant efforts, we have yet to fully understand.

It’s okay to not understand. We don’t always need to understand. Again, to need to understand everything that happens is selfish of all of us. We all wonder at what will happen tomorrow, or in twenty years, or when we die. Some choose to offer an explanation;  one of faith that they believe has been given to them in literature throughout history. If this makes them happy, then I am happy for them. For me, my answer is that I simply don’t know. To be happy, I must have faith in today, and that what I do today is right and just.. That I give love to those that love me, and even give love to those that don’t. Do I always follow my own rules? Of course not… But I try, and I think that I try harder every day. That’s all any of us can do, is to just try. Try to do your best.

The Power of the Mind

The young man had been trapped on this tiny little island for nearly 2 days now, at least as far as he could tell. Let it be known however that this was not your typical case of a castaway; the man trapped on the island waiting to send smoke signals to a passing plane. No… Bo, our hero, didn’t know how he had gotten to this “island” (yeah, I think we’ll just have to put quotes on it from here on), what dimension he was in (if he was in one), and what had sent him on this sudden, somewhat frightening and seemingly hopeless journey to a new place. He couldn’t even remember where he had come from, when he considered the thought in detail, but he knew he had come from somewhere. Most importantly, he could picture the place he had come from, and that was his sense of home; the home we all must wonder at but undeniably can feel, was certainly where he had been and not where he was. Regardless, Bo had done his best to think himself back into his former reality, because he had trouble believing that he had gotten to this island by any other mode than pure thought.

“Well Jeez”, thought Bo as he sat on a jagged rock at the edge of this mysterious “island”, “I had no idea that the mind was so powerful”. At that very moment, it seemed to Bo that someone, somewhere spoke to him. This was certainly not the almighty God shouting down to him from the heavens, but once again a figment of his own imagination. The voice within him seemed to say, “You, and only you, have brought yourself here. Now it is up to you to get yourself back… And furthermore, if you don’t want to go back, you don’t have to! You can stay here for as long as you like.” The voice continued, “Also, this whole notion that this place is an ‘island’… you might want to reconsider that. Remember, this is all you my friend..” And just like that, the voice was gone. At that point Bo realized that he needed to explore the perimeters of this supposed “island” because now he wasn’t so sure that he was trapped on all sides, and Bo certainly didn’t want to stay here forever. How would he find food? He’d never be able to survive. He’d never see his parents, his girlfriend or his friends again.. NO, Bo did not want that, so Bo began to explore.

Over the next several hours, Bo discovered plants, fruits and animals of kinds that he had never seen or heard of before. It occurred to him, although not seriously, that maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to be stuck here. Maybe he wouldn’t be stuck here at all, perhaps “stuck” was just the word he chose to describe it. He had found water, food, and companionship; what else could he possibly need? But Bo still wanted to go home, because home was a sanctuary for Bo, one that he had never had to consider before in such great detail, but one that meant so much to him that he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving it for good. Again, that was up to Bo to decide. Someone else may have been happy to stay here, but that was not Bo.. Bo was a homebody.

This whole time, Bo was in a bit of a panic… Can you blame him? He’s found himself on some random island, virtually alone and with no known resources to get him back home. That’s why he was overcome with delight when he found a bridge, after at least 6 hours of searching. At this point, Bo had experienced almost every emotion imaginable. He had cried, he had laughed, he had lied down on the sand and almost completely given up. He had also forgotten to drink water in his desperate search to find a way out. The bridge that Bo found was only visible for about 10 or so feet until it became smothered with fog, but Bo swore he could see the faint outline of a city deep in the background, or was that the dehydration?… the city he had come from! He briskly set off on the bridge and as he reached the fog, a familiar voice called to him, this time clearer than the last… “Bo, you’re okay man, you’re good..” Bo knew this person, Bo wanted desperately to get back to this person, because this person was someone from Bo’s home. Bo started to run. He ran as fast as he possibly could, and the force of the fog against him seemed almost unbearable, but he’d do anything to get through it so that he could locate that voice.

The next thing Bo knew, he was standing in the center of the living room of his apartment in Boston, MA. His two best friends were holding him up, looking at him like he was insane. He realized now that the voice he had heard as he was crossing the bridge was that of one of his best friends. It all made sense now… the three of them had been meditating routinely for months now, and this was the first time that Bo achieved such a high state of meditation. It was scary, but somehow it was also incredibly beautiful. As Bo settled down into the couch with his two buddies, he wished he had just enjoyed the ride more.

Aside  —  Posted: May 2, 2013 in Short Stories

Don’t exactly have one…

Posted: April 29, 2013 in General

So my recent times spent playing with my beloved bands Naughty Octopus and Goosepimp have been absolutely delightful. You know, there’s just something about playing original music from the heart and soul with people that you love and care about that causes an indescribable, organic feeling of ecstasy; especially when it’s music that you yourself have had a part in creating. Anyways, more to be written on this, but stay tuned for the Naughty Octopus EP.. tracking done, just a bit more mixing some mastering, and some beautiful artwork and packaging to be done and we will promptly put them in your hands. Thanks again to my brothers in the band, and our special guest on the recordings, sir John Cooke who hopped on board with us to fill out the sound and bring his own out-of-this world artistic sensibility that really took the music to another level. Don’t worry people, I’m in it for the long haul. 

DATES

Posted: January 30, 2013 in General

Check some new dates for the spring and summer, Goosepimp and Naughty are going hard in the paint in 2013. Many more coming soon……

DATES

Posted: August 6, 2012 in General

New dates up under Bands & Events!!! Can you say, P-FUNK?!?!

Hey to those of you who may be reading this, I’d just like share a refreshed invitation to get in touch if you have any interest whatsoever in learning to play drums, music, or anything of the like. Obviously, I’m here to teach drum lessons, but if you’d just like to chat and get to know me a little bit, what my view is on teaching, what my approach to playing/learning music is, etc… Please feel free to give me a buzz at 978-500-3695, or just drop me an email at jsward@berklee.edu.. Hope to hear from you!

Peace,

Sam