<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:40:23.344-05:00</updated><category term='New Start'/><title type='text'>Temporal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-8804414548728383656</id><published>2008-10-22T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:12:56.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up With Temporal?</title><content type='html'>Deborah is incognito.  Johnny is at home and the Shaman (Neil) is getting booted from his server (War Craft).  The server just shut down on him, haha.  He is on the phone trying to talk Richard into joining his guild.  The Shaman has informed Richard that "resistance is futile and he WILL be assimulate." Along with threats, the Shaman is singing an old Motown song to Richard-"reunited and it feels so good".  Me?  I am getting ill listening to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, we mixed down the final version of Rain.  The version that was on the player was a live recording done back in May, 2008. After much death and destruction, I think we all agree on the mixdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny is recuperating from an injury.  We wish the drummer dude a quick recovery and hope to see him this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will talk/write at you later, probably this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye from the Farm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-8804414548728383656?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8804414548728383656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8804414548728383656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-up-with-temporal.html' title='What&apos;s Up With Temporal?'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-8619234164699993250</id><published>2008-10-05T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:47:16.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SOlt1_62KbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O871HzwLO2g/s1600-h/0-11-7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SOlt1_62KbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O871HzwLO2g/s400/0-11-7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253851214763141554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil was scratching his ass and threw his back out.  AGAIN!!! How will he EVER raid the Black Temple with his back out???  Neil is a Shaman (War Craft).  Deborah has no sympathy.  She tells him, "Shaman, heal thy self."  Neil says he can't because he's melee speck.  Deborah says, "Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this all mean?  It means no practice.  TEMPORAL has a crooked shaman (bass player) and gas-crunched drummer but we do have three half completed songs. Again Deborah says, "Whatever" She is in a "whatever" mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil wants to put out an ad for all needy women who need someone to babysit and change diapers.  He needs his diaper changed along with his hot water bottle.  He says he feels as feeble as a 90 year old man and he wants hot chicken soup.  So anyone out there who wants to read Neil bedtime stories and feed him hot chicken soup, please submit your resume to Neil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil says goodbye from the land of the lost and hopefully he will find his way back to make another terrible blog.  We wish the feeble Shaman well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the rest of us,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye from the farm,&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-8619234164699993250?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8619234164699993250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8619234164699993250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/10/neil-was-scratching-his-ass-and-threw.html' title='Now What??'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SOlt1_62KbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O871HzwLO2g/s72-c/0-11-7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-4844554241878648882</id><published>2008-09-14T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:50:18.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened to the Blog???????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SM146yjGGwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jCNaReNkTkY/s1600-h/irritated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SM146yjGGwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jCNaReNkTkY/s400/irritated.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245982092353215234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We removed some of the blogs this week.  We are at a loss for words.  Our intentions were not to hurt people but to have fun.  We are making a public apology to whiny drummers everywhere.  We are humbling ourselves to all you whiny drummers out there. We don't want you to get your feelings hurt.  All for fun, just clowning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil is moving to Tibet to search his soul.  He wants to know why his Dojo is using him for a punching bag.  Richard says if he would be nice and not write nasty shit about drummers, his soul would turn white instead of the sooty black like it is now.  May that heathen repent. What does Deborah say?  They're a bunch of bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having hardware issues this week.  Makes us think "upgrade" is a misnomer.  We are sitting here waiting for more upgrades to upgrade the upgrades and hopefully we will be upgraded and not have to declare Chapter 13 on P23, haha.  Just joking. For all the upgrades out there, we do not mean to offend any upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inoffensively yours,&lt;br /&gt;Humbly so,&lt;br /&gt;We are the dirt beneath your feet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye from the farm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-4844554241878648882?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/4844554241878648882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/4844554241878648882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-happened-to-blog.html' title='What Happened to the Blog???????????'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SM146yjGGwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jCNaReNkTkY/s72-c/irritated.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-4369870556580583347</id><published>2008-09-07T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:43:46.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh Progress Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SMStIG_CbqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/T86dRi8fIzg/s1600-h/DESERT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SMStIG_CbqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/T86dRi8fIzg/s200/DESERT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243506220991671970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered new things about our studio.  It was like searching for a treasure.  It has brought our sound to a new level.  It was like finding  El Dorado's gold.  When you work as a team and you let everyone use their talents, the results are fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;We have a whole bunch of new knobs to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the drummer dude in to record and got another song ready to put together.  We will be doing that all week.  Another week of no sleep, fun and games and no sleep but it is well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy to report Bruised Lee can now scratch his ass but with his other hand.  Johnny thinks we are bad asses and when you put a bunch of bad asses together, you can't help but have bad ass results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just uploaded Desert to the website.  We hope you guys like it.  If you get a chance give it a listen.  This song was completed before we found our new treasure chest of knobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wayward guitar player, Deborah, is back and just in time to put some leads to our new rhythm tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of who visit us and to our new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Good bye from the farm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-4369870556580583347?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/4369870556580583347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/4369870556580583347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/09/hugh-progress-weekend.html' title='Hugh Progress Weekend'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SMStIG_CbqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/T86dRi8fIzg/s72-c/DESERT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-2557023700619260655</id><published>2008-08-31T20:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:50:09.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hello from the Farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked two weeks on the Desert.  We're gonna to have to trash it.  Drum overtones messed us up. Damn them overtones!!  But we have found a way to slay the overtones!!  It still sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's going on with the band?  Neil, aka Bruised Lee, has taken up Karate. He now works part-time as a punching bag for the local Karate shop.  He hurt his bobo.  Poor Neil.  He can't play because he hurt his bobo.  He also bent over to scratch his ass and threw out his back.  Bruised Lee is in a world of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So practice is off.  Richard is in Protass fighting monsters and demons and loosing his ass. If you see our wayward guitar player/singer, Deborah--send her home to Oklahoma. Johnny is incognito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We uploaded Spaces.  This makes the seventh remix.  We named it Spaces Remix 7.  Seven from heven.  So far everyone is happy with the remix but that could change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a happy and safe Labor Day holiday. Drop us line, join us as a friend and THANK YOU!!!! to everyone who visits us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Neil says you can contribute to the band by sending Doritos, bean dip and guacomole.  Neil says if you REALLY LOVE HIM send cheese dip and chicken tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye from the Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEMPORAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-2557023700619260655?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/2557023700619260655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/2557023700619260655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-6555458311960315522</id><published>2008-08-10T20:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:15:45.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SJ-XN4-WNQI/AAAAAAAAADs/KN2ajtKeTOk/s1600-h/Project2_Page000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SJ-XN4-WNQI/AAAAAAAAADs/KN2ajtKeTOk/s320/Project2_Page000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233067556915787010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon on the front porch in a band conference call with the sound of gunfire in the background. You just couldn't ask for a more peaceful day!  Actually, we have a couple of neighbors who do target practice on the weekends.  Learning to duck on the weekends is a good skill to learn when you're out at the Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This week the day-job won, Neil was a no-show.  He had to work Saturday night, Johnny went to visit his godchild, Richard chilled and Deborah took apart the video camera to see how it works.  I am happy to report it still works despite Deborah's best efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neil has agreed to do a video.  We can only shoot nostril hairs and eyeballs.  Richard loves the camera?  Richard replies, "No, the camera loves me."  HAHA! I see we will have no trouble shooting him.  Johnny has no opinion on the camera because we have not told him yet.  First video will be Neil's nostril hairs, Deborah's guitar stock, Richard in all his glory and Johnny on the drums.  It should be very entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you can see, we have absolutely nothing to say because absolutely nothing happened.  Future gigs, hopefully 2 in a couple of months.  Main concern is recording the 14 songs we have completed.  In the next two weeks we want to rework Rain and get our songs "Desert" and "Nemesis" along with video out on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time, visit often and become our friend on our myspace page and our fan on our iLike page. We always have room for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye from the Farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-6555458311960315522?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/6555458311960315522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/6555458311960315522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/08/conference-call.html' title='Conference Call'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SJ-XN4-WNQI/AAAAAAAAADs/KN2ajtKeTOk/s72-c/Project2_Page000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-8003182141429732144</id><published>2008-07-29T01:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:52:21.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown</title><content type='html'>While setting up our recording session Saturday the main computer bit the dust. It was lots of fun blaming each other. We were really looking forward to getting some recording down but it was better it messed up before all that work. Deborah and Neil were able to get the hard drive replaced. Deborah worked most of the night reinstalling and restoring the computer. Final word, it was Richard's fault. Why? Because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we weren't going to get any recording done, we decided to drink Tequila, watch YouTube videos all night and bitch about not getting any recording down. We had to watch Dishwalla five hundred times because Deborah thinks he has the prettiest voice. There was Charlie Brown and his damn parents, Above the Wreckage over and over and over and over and over. It seems Geoff Tate has been replaced, for now. Neil was getting down on some Iron Maiden and Rob Halford vocals. He did a fine job wailing, we must agree. We were able to find videos from bands we hadn't seen in years. YouTube is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to get a couple of songs out this week now that the computer is rocking. We will pick up were we left of on the recording session, minus the Tequila. It was some good Tequila. There's nothing like genuine, authentic Mexican tequila-Sauza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, good bye from the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-8003182141429732144?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8003182141429732144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8003182141429732144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/07/meltdown.html' title='Meltdown'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-5038142809848308458</id><published>2008-05-29T09:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:49:47.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Ummm, let see. We posted a jam session on our Home Page. We hope you like it. We want to get more posted by this weekend. We have a lot of material to get recorded. The plan, which usually never works out, is to get 2 more songs out by Sunday. We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say too much with the bossman sitting two cubes over. But I will say this, cubes suck. I don't want to get cube madness. That would really mess things up. But it might just end up that way. Everywhere I have worked, I have ended up in a cube. I HATE THAT!! And everybody gets all anal with their cube, I mean, really, how weird is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM FROM THE TYRANNY OF CUBES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-5038142809848308458?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/5038142809848308458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/5038142809848308458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-8634973142357573310</id><published>2008-04-22T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:02:27.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SA7QsjUum8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UCmY-epiSng/s1600-h/JeremyDrums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SA7QsjUum8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UCmY-epiSng/s400/JeremyDrums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192316884219763650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the prodigal skin beater returns. He left as a  boy and returned as a man. The circle of life never stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is back to put his spin on percussion and I am looking forward to it. We had a conference call albeit short lived due to my addiction to Warcraft. We got to joke around about work and many other annoying things in life aka bad country music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and Deb are having their Yamaha guitars revamped with completely new electronics and possibly a new neck for Rich's axe. Heck they might even get an Ibanez guitar for some different sounds to play around with on our recordings. I think it will be interesting and cant wait to hear them play when the guitars come back from shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy tells me he is in a pool league now but I am betting his beer tab is a higher number than his pool score....lol...j/k man. Beer actually sounds really freakin good right now I need to go get a 12 pack asap....haha. As for me...well I certainly could use some more cash flow in my life as of late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amp head blew a while back and I have been running my bass through the PA which is really annoying as I cant't tailor my live sound to what I truly like. It would be really nice to have a stout bass tone to go with our new drum trigger system. But as I said earlier the ...the circle of life never stops and I'm sure good fortune will come my way sooner than later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush is coming to town this weekend so we have all agreed our reunion will be postponed till after the show. I am hoping that concert will renew ppl with musical vitality. I am sure it will....but not me cause I suck and am broke therefore will not be attending the show :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next time folks. Be kind to those less fortunate and enjoy life! Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-8634973142357573310?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8634973142357573310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/8634973142357573310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-prodigal-skin-beater-returns.html' title=''/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SA7QsjUum8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UCmY-epiSng/s72-c/JeremyDrums.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-6650422324565990863</id><published>2008-02-17T01:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:42:54.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Out of the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SBPL9TUum_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/qvBFFAvxcTo/s1600-h/0-11-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SBPL9TUum_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/qvBFFAvxcTo/s400/0-11-7.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193719049307986930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So it's my turn to write something meaningful. Well I am excited about a new original that we have in the works. I think once we get some arrangement done it will be super cool. I am reeling from the icy cold rain here. I am hoping that it doesn't destroy trees as badly as last time. I wish I was with my buds this weekend having a little spirits and musical bliss. But they know we will get around to it hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big WoWhead. For all of those that don't know...that means Warcraft. I consider it like my bowling league. And I am dedicated ...rofl. Trying to talk Rich into doing it for a while but I think he is leery of the whole never-ending game concept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides we have a new mixer and some drum triggers that are consuming his time.I am glad that we can take our time and tweak thing with the recordings....much better than paying some studio by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for me people. Be safe and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-6650422324565990863?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/6650422324565990863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/6650422324565990863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Staying Out of the Rain'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SBPL9TUum_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/qvBFFAvxcTo/s72-c/0-11-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-5947564705827872434</id><published>2008-01-31T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:29:55.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VtaHrDYzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uY_uTAlDdcM/s1600-h/Richard12_2004%2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VtaHrDYzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uY_uTAlDdcM/s200/Richard12_2004%2520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162652843353793330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is kinda like the weather here in Oklahoma.  It's got its good days and then its got its bad days, very unpredictable.  But, it's worth the trouble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a good day.  Deborah wants to hunt Tiny Cerebrium down.   It seems my sidekick, Tiny Cerebrium, must have forgotten how to think.  His cerbrium is off-line thus, a bad day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good day? When we are making the music and are all on the same page. We were able to get enough of Tiny Cerebrium, before he went offline.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're on the right path. The music and lyrics keep coming.  We're not into the "playing out" at this time.  We're taking a rest.  Playing out really took a lot out of us.  We enjoyed the outside gigs with the large crowds but day after day after day, playing till 2:30, dragging into work at 6:00 was too much.  After years of this, we want to use the internet to get our music out.  This wasn't always available but it has really opened up new venues, new paths that we want to take advantage of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  There is nothing better than playing for people and the interaction that comes with that.  It's just we want to do some introspect, some thinking about the songs and taking our time with them.  Thus the problem when Tiny goes offline.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny?? Where are you????  Deborah's looking for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Mail@TemporalBand.com"&gt;Click to send a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email Temporal at Mail@temporalband.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-5947564705827872434?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/5947564705827872434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/5947564705827872434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/01/richard.html' title='Richard'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VtaHrDYzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uY_uTAlDdcM/s72-c/Richard12_2004%2520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-5246413441158229969</id><published>2008-01-20T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:41:42.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VwKHrDY5I/AAAAAAAAABk/rC_mrs3DCG4/s1600-h/Misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VwKHrDY5I/AAAAAAAAABk/rC_mrs3DCG4/s400/Misty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162655867010769810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning in the Orange Room.  Maybe it's Sunday afternoon. Richard and Neil are "discussing" the recordings.  Neil is defending his "perfect" bass lines and Richard, maybe not in agreement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now they turn the attacks to Deborah.  So we will go through the obligatory bitching session before we can continue with the recording.  Deborah takes it well.  She ignores us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.  We got 4 songs may be five and I think it's going to be a great set of songs.  Richard and Deborah have a lot of fine tuning to do all next week.  We'll see how far they get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the Garageband saga; until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Mail@TemporalBand.com"&gt;Click to send a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email Temporal at Mail@temporalband.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-5246413441158229969?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/5246413441158229969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/5246413441158229969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-sunday-morning-in-orange-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VwKHrDY5I/AAAAAAAAABk/rC_mrs3DCG4/s72-c/Misty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-317411729964668040</id><published>2008-01-12T06:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:37:51.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VvQnrDY3I/AAAAAAAAABU/91NmfV-uEIg/s1600-h/IMG_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VvQnrDY3I/AAAAAAAAABU/91NmfV-uEIg/s200/IMG_0488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162654879168291698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallering 2008.  Friday Night in the old town. We are in the Orange Room going blind and listening to Megadeth.  We love Holy Wars!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's here?  The lamo bass player, Tiny Cerebrium, I mean, Neil.  He has been playing acoustic guitar with a monkey named Sam. The monkey practices more than the bass player but the bass player doesn't pee on the floor, as much, so we will keep the bass player.  Sorry Sam :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is going on?? Deborah is threatening death and destruction because "they can't hang."  They got little brains and she don't.  We are supposed to be laying tracks, which are fantastic by the way, but Richard made his swallering too heavy and he is swallered out.  Deborah just hates this because the two lamos can't hang.  It is just the way it is when you have a bigger brain than them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off Captain Mini Brain and his trusty sidekick, Tiny Cerebrium, suck. They really do.  Tiny Cerebrium had a perm and it bruised his brain so now he talks in riddles, shit really. I think I will kick his ass in the morning, when he will remember it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more drink and we will be there....Sandman Land. Captain Mini Brain wants to know "when will it end?" Captain, you're all ready there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Mail@TemporalBand.com"&gt;Click to send a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email Temporal at Mail@temporalband.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-317411729964668040?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/317411729964668040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/317411729964668040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/01/swallering-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6VvQnrDY3I/AAAAAAAAABU/91NmfV-uEIg/s72-c/IMG_0488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-6941373858298478291</id><published>2008-01-05T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:10:58.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6V3BHrDY8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/atS7Aqaa8w4/s1600-h/DESERTW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6V3BHrDY8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/atS7Aqaa8w4/s320/DESERTW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663408973341634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice was great last night. We plan on getting something recorded and OUT THERE this round. After playing some of our songs we realize we have something to offer the music world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is definitely something spiritual about music. We are concentrating on getting the sounds down just right, adding more passion to our music.  We are coming at this with a different angle, looking at it as more of a gift.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in closing, don't you think that geiko is funny where he talks to that jelly fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Mail@TemporalBand.com"&gt;Click to send a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email Temporal at Mail@temporalband.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117354598929265888-6941373858298478291?l=temporalband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/6941373858298478291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117354598929265888/posts/default/6941373858298478291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporalband.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Temporal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918786899367973534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://www.temporalband.com/GroupatFair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/R6V3BHrDY8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/atS7Aqaa8w4/s72-c/DESERTW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117354598929265888.post-363023610631463491</id><published>2008-01-02T01:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:57:11.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Start'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SA7BkDUum7I/AAAAAAAAACw/9H1QsCQyhWU/s1600-h/Collage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le3FRMf47nE/SA7BkDUum7I/AAAAAAAAACw/9H1QsCQyhWU/s400/Collage.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192300245516458930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our New Year's Resoluction...to pay more attention to the blog. We were looking at the old blog.  It's been a couple of years since we posted. We need to do better so we are starting 2008 with a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to Temporal?  Not much.  We've been too busy with work, self-destruction, getting older and lazier. Then one day, we looked around and noticed the strings had rotted off the guitars, we didn't have a drummer and the bass player pawned it all away.  He swears he will get it "all back real soon."  I guess we'll never see him again.  He was real good.  We'll miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are back where we started, 10 years ago; us two guitar players fighting over leads.  It's hard to believe it's been 10 years.  It really has been just the two of us.  We have reached for that golden ring and just as we touched it some dumb f 'er bailed on the band. But we have always been here, we never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what?  We are going to buy new strings tomorrow, blow the dust off the amps.  The music is still here.  We tell each other about the song in the dream last night.  That's all that matters.  And, we decided we don't have to prove anything, to anybody, anymore.  Fleetwood Mac was right, "growing older makes you bolder."  Since we cleared the fog from our eyes we have noticed we ain't any older(alright, not THAT much older) than anyone else out there.  And if we are?  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