The other Kevin Dean

Lay back

2012-02-08T22:29:00.000-08:00

and lay back and lay back too much and pretty soon you'll be layin' down... you're sliding by on your back side backsliding into the gutter... with no rhyme or reason there aint time for the season when you're trying to spring ahead before you recover from the fall.

Drum Lessons (Syracuse, NY)

2008-12-19T20:15:00.001-08:00

My style of teaching is very simple. I try my best to keep drummers drumming. It is tragic to see a musician give up. I like my students to continue to grow without getting bored. I encourage my students to have the most extensive music vocabulary they can. I also make lessons relevant to the student's style and tastes in music.

Details:
*I teach at Subcat Music Studios in Downtown Syracuse (Armory Square) 219 S. West St. Syracuse, NY
*I am the drum instructor for Redhouse Rock Camp also located at 219 S. west St.
*I charge $20 per half hour lesson and $40 per hour lesson.
*I focus on: reading, technique, coordination, timing (click track), music theory
*Styles: concert/orchestral snare, rudimentary snare, drum corps, Pop, Rock, Latin, Blues, Jazz, Reggae, Hard Rock, Metal, Funk, Dance, Industrial and more
*I have an Associates Degree in Music Education and I have been teaching drums for over 10 years. I currently play drums and tour with national recording artists Brand New Sin - http://brandnewsin.org/biosheet.htm

Check out this promotional video featuring Subcat Music Studios: Subcat Promotional Video

If you are serious about drumming please contact me at:

kevinjamesdean@hotmail.com

315-454-2833

If you know someone who may be interested please pass this on. Thanks.

Kevin Dean

2008-11-29T18:21:00.000-08:00

I am, therefore I think. I cherish the thought of thought. I don't often get the chance to think about the essence of thought itself. It is mostly interrupted by the influence of the world around me. What I think about is based on that which I was told or of that which I had or others have seen, heard or experienced. This is not to say that I don't have new ideas or theories.

Ponder this: What if the world I know was not presented to me in an intellectual manner? What if I had no preconceptions; no lessons of history, no examples of language, words and sentences, no culture of man? Suppose I never had interaction with words to communicate. The legend of Tarzan is an interesting concept. The man really knows only what he has witnessed of animals. He probably has no ego of being a superior life form. He may even feel inferior to the apes he aspires to be like. Tarzan isn't really the hero in that story is he? I suppose the hero is the Ape; a mammal that relies on a great deal of instinct mapped out in its brain before it comprehends intelligence. Would an ape admit to its own intelligence? Would Tarzan question the ape's authority or influence?

If I were raised by apes would I then think that it should be necessary to evolve? Would I have the desire to aspire to greatness; to create, build, mold my life into the form of progress? I would have no concept or opinion of what it is to be a great man. What then would prosperity mean to me? I certainly wouldn't know the words I'm typing but would I still have intellectual thought process, or would I just be on the hunt for the next berry, squirrel and twig for food and shelter?

My brain's thesaurus

2008-11-29T17:10:00.000-08:00

Mine: my own, noone else's, belongs to me, none other's, I own it

Yours: not mine, I cannot have it, I did not earn it, I did not buy it, it was not given to me

They: the others, them, not us, anyone not here, everyone over there

Us: we, you and I, not them, those who are not they or them

Never: not ever, will not, can not, must not

Always: last time, this time, next time, the time after, all the time, every time,

Simultaneously: at the same time, at once, together, synchronicity, collaboration

Political agenda?

2008-11-29T14:03:00.001-08:00

Diplomacy is great but 'foreign policy' should cease.
Cancel all imports. (I know, I know, we're in too deep. But ask yourself, "what imports do we actually NEED?" and consider restructuring our supply and demand in regards to our GNP; substitutions perhaps).
Remove all military deployments and stop the 'police state' mentality. Keep our soldiers where they belong: in the USA protecting our so
Invest in our own country instead of rebuilding other nations.
The State Lottery revenue and Interstate tolls should be dedicated to healthcare and education reform.
Drilling is a better idea than killing and taking what isn't ours [except when it violates the ecosystem...which is prabably ALWAYS] however the solutions are abundant: HHO technology which will eliminate the need for fossil fuels with no pollution (clean emissions); solar, wind, and what about the electric car and the car that ran on water? Whatever happened to those brilliant concepts?

Cut off all ties and become an autonomous society. We can be friendly, cooperative and non-dependent on fellow nations. Live and let live.

Today

2008-11-28T18:22:00.000-08:00

Wasted days and years
fade like the evening sun
the minutes become weeks
and weaker we become
Today is here right now
until it slips away
and tomorrow
today will just be yesterday

Partial lyrics to the song "Today" from my former band 3 Man Bomb. I wish I could remember the rest. Maybe Steve Evans knows.

Gotta smoke?

2008-11-28T18:16:00.000-08:00

on my last drag I wish had another
sure, I could but some but why bother?
it's just a little habit that I can possibly kick
it seems so harmless - a cigarette and Bic
this little harmless habit can also kill
I know I can quit and eventually I will
yet still
I wish I had another

I wrote that when I was 17. I just had a smoke before I typed this. I'm 37.

The way it is

2008-11-28T09:05:00.000-08:00

The way it is is not the way it is perceived. Its presentation becomes it’s own guise. The world somehow rearranges itself to challenge my threshold of acceptance. There’s only so much deception I can consume at once. I have to bite off a little at a time and wash it down with something more palatable like gasoline and deal with the paradox of fueling the fire. Trying to extinguish the blazing pandemonium only leads to more chaos when the fallout rains down on me. After the scenery [I once cherished] is burned to the ground I begin to realize that it was only a sound stage cleverly designed to trick me into believing that there was something to believe in the first place. The danger of submission is suppression.

As the demolition crew, we become activists betraying the rules of society to find complacency.

So what is it that I lost in the fire? Is it really the truth that was destroyed or only my perception of the way it really was? Maybe what remains is all that really existed in the first place- nothing. My destruction was merely genesis; the origin of clarity. Destruction is creation. Perhaps what I needed was a clean slate to develop my ambitions. Anything and everything is possible. I created a new painting: a snowman in a snowstorm. It is painted on white paper with white paint. I wrote a thesis about it with invisible ink so the words won’t skew my perception of the truth. After all, I’m still learning how to be an artist...…and a person.

Forget what you know. It may have been a lie anyway. Begin each day with a blank page.