Fred's intro : Alright ... Partner. Keep on rollin' baby .. you know what time it is.(Throw your hands up) (Ladies and Gentlemen) Chocolate StarfishGonna keep on rollin' babyWho's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Verse 1Now I know ya'll be lovin' this shit right hereL.. I.. M.. P... Bizkit is right herePeople in the house put them hands in the air'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care (yeah)1.. 2.. 3.. times 2 to the 6, Jonesin' for your fix 'cause the Limp Bizkit mixSo where the fuck you at?Punk shut the fuck upAnd back the fuck upBefore we fuck this track up(Throw your hands up)Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Verse 2You... wanna mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah) You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)Because we get it on (when)Everyday and everynight (oh)And this platinum thing right here (uh huh)We're doing it all the time (huh)So you better get some better beatsAnd, uh get some better rhymes (doh)We got the game set so don't complain yetTwenty-four seven, never beggin' for a raincheckOld school soldiers passin' out the hot shitThat rocks shit and bounces the mosh pit(Throw your hands up)Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Hey LadiesHey FellasAnd the people that don't give a FUCKAll the loversAll the hatersAnd all the people that call themselves playasHot momma'sPimp daddy'sAnd the people rollin' up in CaddiesHey rockersHip-HoppersAnd everybody all around the world ...Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

-Fred Durst





Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, words to live by.


+Jamie

After listening to Beyonce, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, and Chris Brown day in and day out, sometimes the urge for a change takes hold. Although we constantly revere our favorite musicians, sometimes we find ourselves taking a break and looking for something new. Perhaps the local band Arto is exactly what we're looking for.
The band consists of three members: Cassidy J. David-Weber, East alumni Myles Coyne, and our very own Jamie Yanda, a senior this year. The word "arto" is a Latin term meaning "to unite" or "to [abridge]." The band's CD, which was released last summer, compliments its title as its content bridges different genres of music together to create a unique sound.
Arto's music is a mixture of folk, noise, and electronics combined with a passionate and soulful narrative. With the aid of many friends playing guest instruments, the songs not only make use of the standard bass, drums, piano, and voice, but also include gongs, xylophones, radio frequencies, broken harps, drum circles, loon calls, horns, and more.
As band member Yanda puts it, "all that surrounds you and me has the potential to be made a musical instrument."
The songs on the album, including "There Will Be Blood," "Sah," "The Language of Animals," and Y and's personal favorite "Samsa's Compassion," were inspired by "people who live passionately, wildly, and dangerously."
Arto's music conveys the following message: "Remove your luster of social responsibility. Far too many people are owned by far too many things. Do it yourself. Do what you want, when you want. Your Humanness is your highest authority."
Arto relieves listeners of the mundane sound found on the average iPod and provides a unique, passionate, and powerful blend of music. With the talent that the album contains, who knows? Someday Ato's name may be printed in a newspaper bigger than this one.

POEM #1

Jumping Off of a Tall Bridge

I am that, jagged stabs of feet to the concrete,
from trash, to stage, to hell, to The Tower Bridge.
An exhausted hop.
A dull flop on oxygen.
A sinister pop.



-Jamie

Myles on the Radio do do do...

This Friday!! Check the flyer and your date book!!


sites of the week:
Our good friend John Kruse's (radio show host and single member of [praw]) record label
http://www.myspace.com/mineallminerecords

&&

Bill O'Reilly vs. David Letterman
who won?? you decide
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKftpGB03vU&NR=1

p.s. to jamie LETTERMAN WON!!

Click to enlarge. Posting this took me about 20 minutes. I fucking suck at computer shit. In fact, I think I'm going to go with Uncle Ted on this one.

THE PRIEST THAT TOUCHED YOU

These songs were performed last Friday at an open mic.

Mike's are an Arcade Fire song, and a Radio Head song.
Mine consist of an Arto song, and a Rage Against The Machine song.

Goddd, these took so long to load.

Enjoy, please!

HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM HJEM

my friend Matthew Vrabel and I have started working on a small DIY recording collective called FUCK MY LIFE records.  visit it here: myspace.com/fuckmyliferecords.

the Arto record will now be distributed, in addition to on our own myspace page, on the FUCK MY LIFE page.

in addition to Arto's record, I have just finished my own collection of recordings, the Hjem EP.  my musical project is named Castles.  my myspace is myspace.com/lecarnaval.  the EP comes in a hand-made case, with either a random collection of a few of my original poems or a small printing of my short story, MILK AND HONEY.  the release will also come out through FUCK MY LIFE and my own myspace.  cost: a mere five american dollars.

in the very near future, my record will also be available in digital release form through MINE, ALL MINE! records, which is run by John, a friend we made through Myles in Madison.  MINE, ALL MINE! specializes in experimental, ambient, and electronic music.  lots of good things happening.  the url is myspace.com/mineallminerecords.

this album art may or may not be featured for hard copies, but for the digital release, the album art stands as:

I am out of breath.

xxx,

cassidy

COMMUNIQUÉ

good morning, comrades.

who reads this?

I do.

do you?

oh well.

no matter.

Myles would be happy right now--my roommate keeps playing the first four seconds of each song off of mellon collie and the infinite sadness.

but I digress.

thank you to everyone who came to the basement show two saturdays ago, and thank you especially to BEYOND THIS LIFE (myspace.com/beyondthislifemusic) and RAINY DAY GRIZZLIES (myspace.com/rainydaygrizzlies) for playing.

we played three songs that are newer than those off of our first record (WHICH PEOPLE SHOULD STILL BE BUYING/STEALING FROM FRIENDS/BURNING AND GIVING TO FRIENDS).  

the new songs:

THE KNIFE

AUNT TRACY IS DEAD (IN HER WHEEL CHAIR)*

PROMISED LAND!

* = Jamie, if I have this song title wrong, tell me, please.

this winter holiday season we have a few musical events planned.

one is going to be street performances to benefit salvation army.

additionally, we have a super special holiday basement show in the early stages of planning. 

so there are things to keep that old chin up for.

cassidy

sustaNIng da joB

-mYles

kaki king is beautiful

this tuesday cassidy & I attended a KaKi king show. it was the best show I have ever been to. period.










im in love with kaKi king (with all respect)

-mYles

What we have been up to...

in Milwaukee:

yes, I am entirely aware of how much I need Myles and Jamie in my life.

love,

c, etc.

What we have been up to...

iN madison...






iF you go to the exclusice company and B-side Records, BOTH located on State Street in Madison WI, you will find our cd! for aRound the price of $9-9.99 you can buy our cd if you cant make it to a show.



oUr good friends dan puttman & tom fountain now have a local radio show at thier college. wHere that college is (???and in between here is some space???) wHo knows? bUt we do have a radio link...

http://sri.uwec.edu/player/stream.php

tHe shows on thursday at 8pm... or 9pm. wEll get back to you on that, but around that time anyway. lAst week arto was played on the radio for the first time thanks to these chaps. tHeir selections were Polar-Void & Farewell Hajj.

tUne in.


aNd check out cassidy's (Castles) new tune, MMVIII

-mYles

I'm kicking my school's ass so far. Aside from round two of Alg II, I have strictly The Humanities. It's wonderful! Aside from that, I wanna start rocking again and seeing my band mates on a regular basis. We're all (including Kato) hanging out on the 13th in Milwaukee. Lookin' at some houses!

The final night hanging out on the way to Cassidy's house to drop him off the fog ignited a light of an on coming car's headlights. I'd never seen anything like it but it kinda felt like a sign. You know, like something's trying to say, "everything is going to be alright."

And a little poem:

Day and night,
like two oars.
I sleep the entire length of the stream
and am startled---- a rude romp on the jetting rock.

-Jamie

is this my PROMISED LAND(!)? or will this be THE KNIFE in my side?

I'm going away,

but only for a little while.

question:

why?

expansion on question:

is it the spark of the fire to move, to go away?

or do I really want this, even?

will I be better or worse for this?

will it matter?

later the song will follow this.  it's funny how things come at you in pairs, first something that strikes us as minutia, and then something that reminds us how little in life is really little.  or maybe how little in life isn't little. 

"shit matters.  even if we can't figure it out.  even if our days are ruled by devils."

cass(idy) j(arret) d(avid)-w(eber)

thank you, Jamie, for finding this.

xoxo,

cass

o amor espalhou distante

hold my hand over the world
& promise you'll never let go
here i am over these photo's
thinking of things only you & I would know

& i still havent seen the ocean
but still need to breath

stop life
your moving to fast
i cant keep up with your evil plans
as i lay here i am pulled apart
how can things end when their about to start??

& i still haven't seen the ocean
or your body next to me
& i still havn't seen the ocean
but i dont care if i cant breath

-mylEs

S to the V to the P (question marx)

I recently purchased/need to embark on and TOTALLY LAY WASTE TO

this



























& this



























but I am a packrat with an insatiable thirst for the amassing of THINGS so buy me

this



























& this



maybe then I'll be...

























xoxo,
cass

this is better than cassidy's music

Arto: I have battery acid raging in my colon. How do I mitigate this conundrum?
SmarterChild: I don't know how to answer that.
Arto: What is my name?
SmarterChild: Jesus.

¡precaución!

annoying bandmate plugging his own music alert!



www.myspace.com/lecarnaval




xoxo,
cass

looks like one of us went to pitchfork.

Boris





























-mylEs

Revitalize The Song

Music will run forever. As does the river, which swims upon itself in an eternal backstroke, yes, Music will run forever. And no matter how concerned we are for its survival it does not need anyone. If no hand is left to the aged sheepskin of a drum, the songbird will remain. If the songbird's voice has lost itself somewhere, the deep warble of the sea will keep eternity's metronome. And when all disappears, and only the deep unflinching presence of space, endless and haunting, exists and dominates, the musical rests of silence will hang in every particle of nothing.
This was intended to be a reminder, yet when I reflect upon what I've seen, it seems this message has already manifested itself. As if torturing an animal that will never die, we continually torture music. This is no dissent toward any particular genre, or musician, but as a whole, music has been bed-ridden. There are sores along its legs. It can't get up to go to the bathroom so it stays stationary, playing the same tune, defecating upon itself over and over, weeping and clawing into the air. You can hear a frothy tremolo from the hallway.
If we were ever concerned, those concerns have transfigured themselves into a tolerance. Yes, a tolerance to bullshit. We've grown to accept many things. We accept the empty noise pollution of boxcars and automobiles. We accept a perpetual blast of war violence through our TV sets. We accept loneliness, and disappointment, illness, and loss. It is okay to accept certain facts of life, yet we cannot allow music to enter this chasm.
Its unending presence, its courage and determination should be celebrated! The endurance of Music should be laid upon a golden arch, which will be our sincerity, and creativity! Our souls should flow and be everywhere about Music, and cover it with their warmth. We gotta end the bullshit; we have to pour our blood into the vessels of our songs! Whether acoustic or electric, analog, or digital, by God, write yourself into your art! Beamers and ice will not keep you alive, and neither will mass public approval. It is ourselves and only ourselves we must write for, and no one else. Feel electric! Feel alive! Music will live forever, thus its agony will too, so an end to the pain must come, and it can only come from us: Music's eternal backstroke.

-Jamie

independent of what?

happy birthday.

-cassidy

Today at 7:15 am and 8:50 am artos sax players Elisabeth & Stephanie boarded their planes and headed back to their home countries (Stef= Brazil and E-liz to Germany). They are both very much loved and their absence in the arto family brings tears to all of our eyes and a sigh to the songs. There may be replacement members but NO ONE will be the same as these two gals. the original family is broken. "The fox is found. The star goes black! There is love!" But we will not forget them and shall soon meet again. we love you Stephanie and Elisabeth. We love you!!












-myles

R.I.P. George Carlin. may your intellect outshine your profanity.















-myles

Thank you

Thank you all for coming to our cd release show last night. I've heard our album probably 200 times now and pretty much never want to hear it again, regardless, we are grateful you put forth 8 greenbacks and took it back home with you. In fact, if you didn't have any money with you or weren't able to make the show, you can pick up the record at the Green Bay Exclusive Company. It's been a long time coming and we hope you enjoy and take something from it.
I am pleased with our performance even counting the mistakes. Music is a human creation thus, mistakes will forever exist within it. Thank you They Leave Messages for putting on an excellent performance and especially Tom for learning every drum part the day before the show. No thanks to the assholes who abused the audience with their foul, beastly humor.
Our ideas and feelings are capsulated within our lyrical content and seeing as it is not included in the album sleeve, we will include it here.

-Jamie
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1. There Will Be Blood

2. A Long Prison Bar

Talk to me scraper, I will cut you down.
You came on her sheets and turned her gown a rusty brown.
The seeds of forever rage within these windows.
Wipe away our sweat, and our screams.
Give up.

3.Samsa’s Compassion

Do you see that man in the tree?
I swear he’s hungry for me.
I know those leaves in his mouth were my heart.

I know in lines and in time, we are all the same.
Swelling souls, forked out tongues, sold out songs.

And I’m tired of taking stage like a skeleton,
Where every line has been the trash to hide my interests,
One more solid crowd to glorify my broken head, one more solid crowd,
Oh! Where will this land?!

4.Descending The Apex

Whales, I am the marrow of your bones.
Fawns, I am the grass growing out from these stones.

Oh, but how could I resist their Shepard’s throng?

“God is dead.” I heard it through the windmill, he tied his arms and legs to save me!

Climb up down that hill, and show me what you have lived for.

I’m the hallway,
I’m the apple,
I’m the language,
I’m the tide.

But not even that atoms of my tongue are real.

5.Tired Masonry

Balance dreams with rays of sunlight, as if they were one, and then gone.
And when the sun is tired, she hides like a child beneath the moon.
Tree where’ve you been, I’ve been the dear for the year,
I thought your hands would find their way,
To the mouth of the century,
With breast in hand I’m alive and I’m beautiful,
There go my ashes! Are we not young anymore?

If you would come home.


6.”Sah”

Gardening hair upon Easter Day,
On the farm your brother built.
Would he even remember my name?

Because there’s soil, and water, and fathers, and motherheads,
And water, and tide, to keep my muscles relaxing.

And I swear not to hold back this time.

7.Cattle Muse

In my ear Jesus just warned me,
Complaining of sins that I have never done,
In fear my heart spooned out dishonest prayer,
It happens every time that times are bad or waning.

8. Polar-Void

A crocodile captured my mother and brought her to the sandbar,
He took of her clothes, and her pride and seduced her.
With her hair in his hand he smiled and me, “Jamie, I love you, you’re family,
Please take the picture.”

And I wept, alone, behind the mirror, outside Sue’s door.
I wept.

And I heard her scream,
But I couldn’t help her,
I am weak.
She pled for days, “oh! Please let me go in the name of the lord!”

Stains on the tall tales of Golden House helpings,
Smash out the State,
Block the paths and the cue cards.
Today we are blessed as guests to the sun and the moon!
Let her go.
All of you, let her go.

9.The Language of Animals

Crouch like a tiger, in the light of the city.
Stink of the Brut, and the news reports.
Benches by the river mold my conscience into dollars,
Buying pie off of Broadway and a case in court.

Growling at strangers carrying Wal-Mart bags, and sadness---
Too scared to love me trees or anyone.

Take off the guise.
Take off the guise because it never helped you anyway.
Strip the lute holes of power. Leave the strings as one to dance about in a forest, on a cross, in a mosque, lover’s twilight. Control your course, the sails were lost, the day you woke, the sound was tossed, erratic hate from tv tubes, Rodney bruised, and nukes to lose, Allah blamed, the oil attained, jihad of blood, my mind ablaze.

Revolution.
Revolution.
Revolution.

10.Farewell Hajj

Savannah stretched,
atoms bind,
cows sent to town square.
computer flame,
paper love,
dot dot my ring’s blood.
Lion’s heel,
hearse’s steel,
the sun sets on us both.

Are you afraid?
I took your name, and I’m sorry.

Maya rise,
maize masked disguise,
it’s your land, not mine.
Jihad of oil,
sticks for soil,
Sun Tzu beaming.
When will I see the beast go hungry, or is this as it should be?
Blood for God,
Cars for bombs,
Mosques and bread crumbs.

That’s the sound, you hear, when the bomb goes off.
That’s the sound, “ch-ching,” when they buy the yacht.
Those are the words, you speak, when your land is lost.
That’s revenge, you seek, when your soul is bought.

QUEREMOS JUSTICIA!!

I have seen the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by madness! Starving! Shaking! Hysterical! Dragging themselves through the Negro streets at dawn, Contemplating jazz!

Oh fox! There is no love! Even the blazing sun will burst before its collapse! The fox is found! The star goes black!

There is love!

kissing down each others backs in the backyard
oh what a day
you say "we should go inside"
no, i think we should stay

mutual masturbation neutrally making love
no need for sanitation i just need the ski above
















-myles

poetry in motion

Flies in the family Pyrgotidae are endoparasitoids of these and related beetles; the females pursue the beetles in flight, laying an egg on the beetle's back under the elytra where the beetle cannot reach it. The egg hatches and the fly larva enters the body cavity of the beetle, feeding and eventually killing the host before pupating.

oh, p.s.

<3

cassidy

I am drinking mountain dew revolution right now I think I'm the real terrorist here.

-cassidy

p.s. lauren's post is cooler
p.p.s. arto's got the yellow fever!!!!@@@@@####$!
p.p.p.s. this is how she gets what she wants (good one Emily):

intense

we wish we spoke japanese.























sincerely,
Lauren!

thanks to the few who showed up on saturday fOR MY solo sHOw. I couldD cOUNt you aLL wiTh 3 fIsts but nOtHinG beatsS a fUUUUUn time.

sPEaking of "fUUUUUn times" arto'S album realse show has bEEN set. the pLaNNEd date is JUne 20th aT gREEN bayS DOwntoWn libRaryyy (at 6pm-10ish/who knows??). ThiS event is FREE oF CharGE, the only mOney grabBin that SHall be goinG down wiLL be the $8 for ou r aLBum (IF you wish tO pUrchasE iT thAt isssSS) the other band that sHAll be playing wiLL beE They LeAve MeSSages aNd SiLenCe ALL (fuck yeah!!) hoPE to sEe you TherE.

-myLES

aAA large sHow is taking plaCe at the nOrth WATers gaLlery today. the show is FEaturing manY local acts InCluDing aRto's very own mYleS coyNE, who wiLL perFoming some oF his soLO diDDles and FiddlEs. the line up is....



- 2:00- 2:30 - Ian Olvera

- 3:00- 3:30 - Michael Telzrow

- 4:00- 4:30 - Danno P

- 5:00- 5:30 - JRR

- 6:00- 6:30 - Dave & Joel Frisch

- 7:00- 7:30 - Myles

- 8:00- 8:30 - Arrow to the Sun

- 9:00- 9:30 - Syntheticism

- 10:00-10:30 - aLETHIO














the adress is 3o8 North Pine Street aNd thE sHow is fREE!!! Thanks aGain tO our Friend LaRRy for putting up the show anD INviting MyleS tOOOO plaY.

-mYleS

I DON'T CARE IF MONDAY'S BLACK, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, HEART ATTACK, THURSDAY, NEVER LOOKING BACK, IT'S FRIDAY, I'M IN LOVE!

yes, this is the official first post on the Arto blog. posts of actual substance regarding the record and all other things Arto will be in the forthcoming, but for now, here's this:

today was my last day of high school. freedom, freedom, FREEDOM! tonight a bunch of us are going to kavarna, and should you happen to read this and feel so inclined, please feel free to join us.

and then there's this:















thank you, Lauren, for leading me to the realization that baby porcupines are indisputably the cutest thing ever.

-cassidy