sound : Hooker With a Penis - TOOL
my cold bleak day has been transformed by on awesome piece of news..... TOOL are coming to Tampa, FL!!!.... how fyucking orgasmic is that?!?!?!.....
my original plan was to blog on how sad my life is with bills, a job that sucks ass, stress and exhaustion but im wat too happy after hearing that.... so screw it.....
TOOL'S COMING TO TAMPA!!!.... TOOL'S COMING TO TOWN!!!.... I'M GOING TO SEE TOOL!!!!
OH MY FUCK!
2.09.2007
everlution
sound : Three Frog Song - CIO
today, my friend lory read my palm for me.... the strange thing is, i already knew most of what she said.... i know palmistry is not a perfect science or anything but of late i have been more in tune with the metaphysical and the arcane than i used to be.... my reading is finally improving and i think i have finally gotten the drive to start playing guitar again....
maybe, just maybe, i am changing...
viva change!
today, my friend lory read my palm for me.... the strange thing is, i already knew most of what she said.... i know palmistry is not a perfect science or anything but of late i have been more in tune with the metaphysical and the arcane than i used to be.... my reading is finally improving and i think i have finally gotten the drive to start playing guitar again....
maybe, just maybe, i am changing...
viva change!
1.25.2007
comatose
sound : The Beginning And the End - Isis
comatose..... my brain is comatose.... my creative processes are at a hiatus..... my body doesn't want to sleep anymore....
but i better sleep...
comatose..... my brain is comatose.... my creative processes are at a hiatus..... my body doesn't want to sleep anymore....
but i better sleep...
1.15.2007
I (kinda) look like Rick James bitch!
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plus, i'm showing off my new haircut....
1.09.2007
Want vs. Need
sound : Girls' Night Out - The Knife
choice vs need... want vs need..... choices everywhere drive me nuts.... do i do this?... do i eat that?.... can i finish this?.....
State University of New York
it's not like i can afford it or anything....the course they offer is perfect....P-E-R-F-E-C-T!.... but the problem is... can i leave here?.... can i not be here?.... will i be able to leave everything behind and pursue my dream?.... can i leave family, friends and even her behind?....
its new york!
aaah.... i need time to think....
choice vs need... want vs need..... choices everywhere drive me nuts.... do i do this?... do i eat that?.... can i finish this?.....
State University of New York
it's not like i can afford it or anything....the course they offer is perfect....P-E-R-F-E-C-T!.... but the problem is... can i leave here?.... can i not be here?.... will i be able to leave everything behind and pursue my dream?.... can i leave family, friends and even her behind?....
its new york!
aaah.... i need time to think....
1.07.2007
trapped brain-sperm
sound : Bitches Brew - Miles Davis
i'm on a roll.... my muzzle is greying, my eyes are crinkly..... yup, i'm on a roll...
time takes it's toll... today becomes yesterday and tomorrow becomes today..... yup, time takes it's toll....
i need more.... more fun, more life, more money, more time.... yup, i need more....
gimme faith and i will break you.... i witnessed the de-evolution of a couple of hundred people today....the sight left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.... one of the de-evolvers accosted me outside of their laboratory and tried to befriend me.... i gave him the cold shoulder.... that bastard!.....
change is coming..... a new period.... many changes... the wheels are turning and the body finally agrees to follow the will.... maybe now "the happy"-ness will come home and stay home along with his brethren.....
why the cryptic message?... who knows.... maybe i feel like toying with you.... maybe, just maybe, i'm being nice to you by not letting you into my mind....
my mind is a bad, bad place...... trust me on that.....
i'm on a roll.... my muzzle is greying, my eyes are crinkly..... yup, i'm on a roll...
time takes it's toll... today becomes yesterday and tomorrow becomes today..... yup, time takes it's toll....
i need more.... more fun, more life, more money, more time.... yup, i need more....
gimme faith and i will break you.... i witnessed the de-evolution of a couple of hundred people today....the sight left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.... one of the de-evolvers accosted me outside of their laboratory and tried to befriend me.... i gave him the cold shoulder.... that bastard!.....
change is coming..... a new period.... many changes... the wheels are turning and the body finally agrees to follow the will.... maybe now "the happy"-ness will come home and stay home along with his brethren.....
why the cryptic message?... who knows.... maybe i feel like toying with you.... maybe, just maybe, i'm being nice to you by not letting you into my mind....
my mind is a bad, bad place...... trust me on that.....
1.05.2007
"The lunatic is on the grass."
sound : Lovesong - Voltaire
drowning in drudgery, a perfect mood for the man-bitch....
spoken-art running through my head i sit, i sit, in shock and a little bit of awe at the fact that so many talents are wasted in this pursuit of the green-back bastards.... washington, jefferson, they're all cock-smocking bastards!
Aaah yesh, Xasthur..... beautiful fuzz and growl... yes, yes, yes....
maybe i am a lunatic... why is it that this happens everymonth around the time of the full moon?.... is it my way of compensating for not having a menstrual cycle.....
"here you go," says god-dude, "your own monthly cycle. every month you will be in a fowl mood. i call it man's menstrual cycle!"....
sadistic humor be my mana.... self depreciative mirth be my key.... i love myself as much as i like you.....
hmm.... to sleep would be ideal right about now.... but, i don't know....
drowning in drudgery, a perfect mood for the man-bitch....
spoken-art running through my head i sit, i sit, in shock and a little bit of awe at the fact that so many talents are wasted in this pursuit of the green-back bastards.... washington, jefferson, they're all cock-smocking bastards!
Aaah yesh, Xasthur..... beautiful fuzz and growl... yes, yes, yes....
maybe i am a lunatic... why is it that this happens everymonth around the time of the full moon?.... is it my way of compensating for not having a menstrual cycle.....
"here you go," says god-dude, "your own monthly cycle. every month you will be in a fowl mood. i call it man's menstrual cycle!"....
sadistic humor be my mana.... self depreciative mirth be my key.... i love myself as much as i like you.....
hmm.... to sleep would be ideal right about now.... but, i don't know....
12.13.2006
"Dear Santa..."
sound : Six Days At The Bottom Of The Ocean - Explosions in the Sky
my xmas wishlist for this year.... i know i wont get any of this but i'm a hopeless dreamer.... so here goes....
my xmas wishlist for this year.... i know i wont get any of this but i'm a hopeless dreamer.... so here goes....
- Bonnaroo Tickets
- Apple Mac Book Pro
- 80 gig iPOD
- Eastwood Airline 3P Deluxe
- a vacation
- $25,000 to get debt-free
- tickets to a TOOL concert
- meet Devendra Banhart
- attain nirvana
- (the usual) world peace
12.06.2006
"It was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh...."
sound : The Woods - Pelican
Upcoming concerts that I am (and/or) want to go to:
RHCP - 1/28
Joe Bonnamassa - 2/14
Deerhoof - 2/18
Explosions in the Sky - 3/10
Upcoming concerts that I am (and/or) want to go to:
RHCP - 1/28
Joe Bonnamassa - 2/14
Deerhoof - 2/18
Explosions in the Sky - 3/10
12.04.2006
Yokoshima's Swansong
The room was oddly cold for the middle of September. It was too early for the weather to be that cool. From the middle of the ceiling hangs an incandescent bulb lighting the whole room in its hot yellow light, slightly moving to a non-existing current.
In the room there is furniture, not like a page from an interior decoration magazine, but just enough furniture to get one through the day. The walls were full of writing and paint splashes in a myriad of colors, on the wall facing the door there was a huge water stain that looked oddly like the silhouette of the king.
The writings on the wall ranged from esoteric symbols, half formed words to fully formed sentences, and even a whole paragraph in one instance. On the top right hand corner of all four walls was a painfully reproduced hendecagram. The significance of this symbol is known only to the artist.
Back to the furniture in the room: there was a small cot in one corner of the room; a table and a chair in another, the table had a turntable on it and was piled high with books and records; and in the third corner of the room was an electronic keyboard on a stand with a small stool in front of it and an old acoustic guitar with a circle drawn on it lying beside the keyboard. The bed looked unused.
The books on the table were on a plethora of subjects ranging from Buddhism to art criticism to the occult. One book lying open on the table had the words “desert of the real” underlined in green ink.
The floor of the room was littered with clothing and old food wrappers but there was a circle in the middle of the room clear of all clutter, whose circumference was lined with eleven scented candles so as to reproduce the location of the vertices of the hendecagram, the eleven pointed star. That’s where Yokoshima sat.
His skin was a sickly, almost jaundiced yellow. So pale that one could see the veins through his skin. He had very light, almost white, blond hair that would reach down to the small of his back if it were not tied in a bun on the top of his head with a pair of chopsticks. His features were soft, almost woman-like. His eyes were red like the eyes of a mythical Japanese dragon and he had a triangle tattooed on his left cheek.
Yokoshima was a person with albinism.
He sat on the floor in the lotus position, naked. The skin on his body did not look so pale; this was because of the fact that his whole torso was tattooed with a collage of pictures and writing. The most prominent of which was a poem written in Latin that spiraled from over where his heart would be located on his chest. This poem was tattooed over a red hendecagram.
The only sound to be heard was the song “Everything In Its Right Place” by Radiohead being played on the turntable. The spiraling loops of voice and sound sounding ambient through hazy ears. Yokoshima sits there, singing along with Thom Yorke.
“Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon…”
The track ends, the stylus makes a clicking noise only to be greeted by a gunshot.
Yokoshima looks down at his right hand, on which he holds the gun backwards. Then he looks further down at his chest and sees a bit of smoke rising from the puncture wound in his chest. It looks like he shot a bullet through the bull’s eye of a spiral target.
Strangely it is a sense of calm relief that he feels after performing the macabre deed, no fear or sadness, just a sense of calm, soothing relief. He watches as the dark, almost black, blood flows down his pale body, contrasting against his pale, milky skin. He then hums a tune of his own creation.
The last thing Yokoshima remembers is the tingly, metallic taste of his own blood.
In the room there is furniture, not like a page from an interior decoration magazine, but just enough furniture to get one through the day. The walls were full of writing and paint splashes in a myriad of colors, on the wall facing the door there was a huge water stain that looked oddly like the silhouette of the king.
The writings on the wall ranged from esoteric symbols, half formed words to fully formed sentences, and even a whole paragraph in one instance. On the top right hand corner of all four walls was a painfully reproduced hendecagram. The significance of this symbol is known only to the artist.
Back to the furniture in the room: there was a small cot in one corner of the room; a table and a chair in another, the table had a turntable on it and was piled high with books and records; and in the third corner of the room was an electronic keyboard on a stand with a small stool in front of it and an old acoustic guitar with a circle drawn on it lying beside the keyboard. The bed looked unused.
The books on the table were on a plethora of subjects ranging from Buddhism to art criticism to the occult. One book lying open on the table had the words “desert of the real” underlined in green ink.
The floor of the room was littered with clothing and old food wrappers but there was a circle in the middle of the room clear of all clutter, whose circumference was lined with eleven scented candles so as to reproduce the location of the vertices of the hendecagram, the eleven pointed star. That’s where Yokoshima sat.
His skin was a sickly, almost jaundiced yellow. So pale that one could see the veins through his skin. He had very light, almost white, blond hair that would reach down to the small of his back if it were not tied in a bun on the top of his head with a pair of chopsticks. His features were soft, almost woman-like. His eyes were red like the eyes of a mythical Japanese dragon and he had a triangle tattooed on his left cheek.
Yokoshima was a person with albinism.
He sat on the floor in the lotus position, naked. The skin on his body did not look so pale; this was because of the fact that his whole torso was tattooed with a collage of pictures and writing. The most prominent of which was a poem written in Latin that spiraled from over where his heart would be located on his chest. This poem was tattooed over a red hendecagram.
The only sound to be heard was the song “Everything In Its Right Place” by Radiohead being played on the turntable. The spiraling loops of voice and sound sounding ambient through hazy ears. Yokoshima sits there, singing along with Thom Yorke.
“Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon…”
The track ends, the stylus makes a clicking noise only to be greeted by a gunshot.
Yokoshima looks down at his right hand, on which he holds the gun backwards. Then he looks further down at his chest and sees a bit of smoke rising from the puncture wound in his chest. It looks like he shot a bullet through the bull’s eye of a spiral target.
Strangely it is a sense of calm relief that he feels after performing the macabre deed, no fear or sadness, just a sense of calm, soothing relief. He watches as the dark, almost black, blood flows down his pale body, contrasting against his pale, milky skin. He then hums a tune of his own creation.
The last thing Yokoshima remembers is the tingly, metallic taste of his own blood.
12.03.2006
re-incarnate?
sound : I Can Transform Myself To Anyone I Want - Hrsta
it's christmas time again.... and it's not the same....
two years passed and the past still seems to come back and kick me in the ass.... (foot in ass, foot in ass)
loneliness.... even though i'm surrounded by people.... loneliness.....
i wish i could disappear... no bills, no school, no work, no stress..... i wish i could just drive away, into the sunset.... free myself from all constraints and just go..... with the wind..... discover everything.... discover art.... discover myself...
i miss life... i miss music.... i miss my creativity...
i miss my spirit....
it's christmas time again.... and it's not the same....
two years passed and the past still seems to come back and kick me in the ass.... (foot in ass, foot in ass)
loneliness.... even though i'm surrounded by people.... loneliness.....
i wish i could disappear... no bills, no school, no work, no stress..... i wish i could just drive away, into the sunset.... free myself from all constraints and just go..... with the wind..... discover everything.... discover art.... discover myself...
i miss life... i miss music.... i miss my creativity...
i miss my spirit....
12.02.2006
"Prying open my third I"
sound : Hell if for Children - Pat Benatar
many times i get angry for reasons better kept to myself....
december first was world aids awareness day and barely anybody knew....
the weather at the homefront is stormy to say the least....
memories of better times wash over me and now i feel the tsunami coming...
money, music, sex, I.
peacerespectempathy
many times i get angry for reasons better kept to myself....
december first was world aids awareness day and barely anybody knew....
the weather at the homefront is stormy to say the least....
memories of better times wash over me and now i feel the tsunami coming...
money, music, sex, I.
peacerespectempathy
11.13.2006
Dead Souls
- Joy Division
Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities.
That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.
Where figures from the past stand tall,
And mocking voices ring the halls.
Imperialistic house of prayer,
Conquistadors who took their share.
That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me...
Calling me....
Calling me....
Calling me....
Calling me....
That keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
That keep calling me,
They keep calling me...
11.09.2006
"If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't on"
sound : 99 Problems - Jay Z
Life throws you twists, lemons and everything.
Teasing you, a glimpse of boob and some skin, and then WHAM! you feel smashed into the pavement....
It's 1:54 in the morning, I need to get up at 6:30 tomorrow.....
This dance goes on and on..... Moments of despair interspersed with feelings of joy and drunken revelry.... One moment you are happy as fuck and in another moment, you aren't.....
money, life, academia, work, brains.... Fuckin' A!
"You gon' need a warrant for that!"
"Nightmare Before Christmas 3D", East Carolina vs UCF (EC wins) and karaoke with the colleagues and I stillfeel blue....
"I feel bad for you son"
Is it just me or do you feel the whole Atlas-syndrome thing going on?.... Wake up and smell the spilled sewage, we are dead inside..... Callus and hard.....Reagining normality seems so tough..... take me away, take me away....
Incredible.... Just friggin' incredible.....
This choice that I have to make is driving me insane....
I am pissed off.......
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
peacerespectempathy
Life throws you twists, lemons and everything.
Teasing you, a glimpse of boob and some skin, and then WHAM! you feel smashed into the pavement....
It's 1:54 in the morning, I need to get up at 6:30 tomorrow.....
This dance goes on and on..... Moments of despair interspersed with feelings of joy and drunken revelry.... One moment you are happy as fuck and in another moment, you aren't.....
money, life, academia, work, brains.... Fuckin' A!
"You gon' need a warrant for that!"
"Nightmare Before Christmas 3D", East Carolina vs UCF (EC wins) and karaoke with the colleagues and I stillfeel blue....
"I feel bad for you son"
Is it just me or do you feel the whole Atlas-syndrome thing going on?.... Wake up and smell the spilled sewage, we are dead inside..... Callus and hard.....Reagining normality seems so tough..... take me away, take me away....
Incredible.... Just friggin' incredible.....
This choice that I have to make is driving me insane....
I am pissed off.......
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
peacerespectempathy
10.05.2006
homesickness
sound : Route 666 - God Is An Astronaut
my longest hiatus yet... what's it been?.... a month?... two months?..... fuck it... i personally don't care anymore.....
and what has happened during this time?.... a lot and yet not so much..... yeah, i went to two awesome concerts.... wolfmother and santana (last friday).... santana was great but trust me, i loved the more intimate heavier feel of wolfmother..... and not to mention the fact that andrew (guitar/vocals) and myles (drums) autographed my t-shirt...... yeah..... it was awesome..... front row and everything.... i'll be posting reviews of he concert soon.... trust me.... wolfmother for sure, and maybe santana.....
november 2nd.... the melvins are coming to town.... hmm....
what else is new with me?... well, i am going out with somebody now..... yeah, as unbelievable as it may seem.... her name is kelsey.... she was introduced to me by my friend jessie.... kelsey goes to UCF in orlando..... yeah... she's cool..... more news on that in a little bit.... and on the field we have a hairy 600 pound man in a bikini...
"thank you avi, the report about the impending doom of the planet has been proven to be true by devendra banhart!.... we met up with antony yesterday to get this message from mr banhart..."
blehh.....
seriously, i've been in a downer for the past few weeks..... i don't have any time for anything..... working 5 days a week and going to school the other two days is not something i recomend to anybody.... trust me.... you feel super drained..... there's no time to do anything.... and even if you do get some time you end up so tired that you just dont do anything.... so i decided to blog and i come online.... im looking at pitchfork and i see that my idol, devendra banhart is blogging..... i took that as a sign and here i am..... omens are all around us..... we just have to be attentive enough to see them.....
devendra banhart's blog
the things that i feel most guilty about are that i havent contacted tina and neetu in months.... i miss them both dearly... akhil blogs once in a while or sometimes i even get to im him... but tina and neetu i never see....
neet, i'm sorry i never replied to your email about your breakup with dj.... i started typing out an email that night and i had to save it as a draft as i was falling asleep.... and i never got into the groove of typing that message again.... i know, it's just an excuse but i really do feel bad..... i wish i could see you.... you guys should ome here for a visit like you promised me... ill take a few days off.... and if they dont let me do that ill quit and take a vacation (eric clapton/god knows i need it)... but yeah... you and akhil should come over..... we could have some fun here...
tina, i miss you..... a lot.... i know..... i should call you or something.... but yeah.... i miss how you were so nonchalant about the whole world and everything.... i miss your child-like aura.... i want to see you.... when are you coming here?.... it's funny how you were the only kid i used to look after during my destructive tyke years.... i would beat everybody up except you.... i miss you t... i miss my baby sister....
arun, ajnu and akhil..... well, i talk to you guys often.... especially you ajnu.... but yeah... i miss you guys too.....
fuck this.... im going to class.....
i need a drink....
peacerespectempathy
my longest hiatus yet... what's it been?.... a month?... two months?..... fuck it... i personally don't care anymore.....
and what has happened during this time?.... a lot and yet not so much..... yeah, i went to two awesome concerts.... wolfmother and santana (last friday).... santana was great but trust me, i loved the more intimate heavier feel of wolfmother..... and not to mention the fact that andrew (guitar/vocals) and myles (drums) autographed my t-shirt...... yeah..... it was awesome..... front row and everything.... i'll be posting reviews of he concert soon.... trust me.... wolfmother for sure, and maybe santana.....
november 2nd.... the melvins are coming to town.... hmm....
what else is new with me?... well, i am going out with somebody now..... yeah, as unbelievable as it may seem.... her name is kelsey.... she was introduced to me by my friend jessie.... kelsey goes to UCF in orlando..... yeah... she's cool..... more news on that in a little bit.... and on the field we have a hairy 600 pound man in a bikini...
"thank you avi, the report about the impending doom of the planet has been proven to be true by devendra banhart!.... we met up with antony yesterday to get this message from mr banhart..."
blehh.....
seriously, i've been in a downer for the past few weeks..... i don't have any time for anything..... working 5 days a week and going to school the other two days is not something i recomend to anybody.... trust me.... you feel super drained..... there's no time to do anything.... and even if you do get some time you end up so tired that you just dont do anything.... so i decided to blog and i come online.... im looking at pitchfork and i see that my idol, devendra banhart is blogging..... i took that as a sign and here i am..... omens are all around us..... we just have to be attentive enough to see them.....
devendra banhart's blog
the things that i feel most guilty about are that i havent contacted tina and neetu in months.... i miss them both dearly... akhil blogs once in a while or sometimes i even get to im him... but tina and neetu i never see....
neet, i'm sorry i never replied to your email about your breakup with dj.... i started typing out an email that night and i had to save it as a draft as i was falling asleep.... and i never got into the groove of typing that message again.... i know, it's just an excuse but i really do feel bad..... i wish i could see you.... you guys should ome here for a visit like you promised me... ill take a few days off.... and if they dont let me do that ill quit and take a vacation (eric clapton/god knows i need it)... but yeah... you and akhil should come over..... we could have some fun here...
tina, i miss you..... a lot.... i know..... i should call you or something.... but yeah.... i miss how you were so nonchalant about the whole world and everything.... i miss your child-like aura.... i want to see you.... when are you coming here?.... it's funny how you were the only kid i used to look after during my destructive tyke years.... i would beat everybody up except you.... i miss you t... i miss my baby sister....
arun, ajnu and akhil..... well, i talk to you guys often.... especially you ajnu.... but yeah... i miss you guys too.....
fuck this.... im going to class.....
i need a drink....
peacerespectempathy
8.09.2006
8.03.2006
Behold The Sounds Of Thunder!
sound : Ultra - KMFDM
To the one and a half people who not just read this, but actually listens to what I say - check these artists/bands out:
To the one and a half people who not just read this, but actually listens to what I say - check these artists/bands out:
- Boris [Japanese Sludge/Doom/Drone/Stoner band]
- SunnO))) [Never play this before going to sleep. i made the mistake of doing that and WOW!]
- The Swans [Without The Swans we wouldn't have most of the Industrial and Gothic music out there now]
- Pelican
- Isis
- KMFDM [The Grand-daddy of NIN]
- Antony and the Johnsons [The lead singer is a drag-queen with the voice of an angel]
- Lustmord [Creep-fest]
- Bright Red Paper [Chill out music]
- Vashti Bunyan
- Joanna Newsum [Her voice takes a little getting used to for most but I love her]
- Devo
- CocoRosie
- Devendra Banhart [A god amongst men, a true leader if any]
- Dredg
- Early Man [\m/(*_*)\m/]
- Electric Wizard
- Fantomas
- The Melvins [The mother of all Grunge and Sludge bands]
- Cat Powers
- Godspeed You Black Emperor!
- Green Carnation
- Jesu
- John Zorn [Avante-Garde modern Jazz at it's finest]
- Khanate
- Kyuss [Stoner Rock of the gods]
- Mogwai
- My Bloody Valentine [Creators of Shoegaze, without which bands like Pelican and Isis and even A Perfect Circle wouldn't exist]
- Neurosis
- Om [They just have two albums but that's more than enough]
- The Red Sparowes
- Sigur Ros [Messages of hope delivered in "Hopelandic". Beautiful.]
- Sufjan Stevens [Melodic folk, calm and soothing yet quirky at times]
- The Sword
- Umphrey's McGee
- Wolfmother [Fun Rock N Roll that harks the monster feelings of Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin. I'm going to see them on the 16th of September!]
Yeah, that list was more of the artists that I've gotten into of late. The genres vary from Stoner Rock to Doom to Drone to Sludge to Folk to plain Jane balls-hanging-to-the-floor Rock N Roll.
Trust me people, if you get the chance, check these folks out... It will be worth your time.
peacerespectempathy7.31.2006
Guitar Feedback: electric noise-scapes (SEND IN THE NUNS!)
sound : Feedbacker Part 4 - Boris
The sound of guitar feedback soothes me.
I am not saying that I find any noise soothing, just ambient (ambient-ish to be more precise) noise. I find peace standing next to the huge circuit board in the stock room at work. The droning sound of electronics brings my mind to peace. Any time I am with a dumbass customer I go and stand next to the circuit breakers for a few seconds to calm myself down. Why droning noises soothe me, i know not.
In our world of processesed sounds and cheese I find solace in the droning noises of our surroundings and.... AND in the simulated nightmare-scapes created by the many Sludge, Drone, Ambient and Dark Ambient artists around today. I won't waste time in naming these before-mentioned artists but let me tell you this; the path to discovery is much more fun than anything you have ever experienced, and that goes to all the people faking orgasms daily just so that they can boast to their water dispenser buddies that they are godly beings, a gift to mankind even.
For generations the human animal has surrendered to order and repetition for peace and understanding. Religious chanting and prayer is one of the finest examples of people finding peace through repetitive noises and activities. Tribal drumming seems pleasing to most of us for the same reason. Even mentally handicapped individuals take pleasure in repetitive patterns, it's not just that these patterns cause a feeling of well-being in the individual; these patterns bestow a feeling of security (note: the mothers heartbeat) in the individual.
Now let us take this "pattern" one step further. Remove almost all rhythm. Noise. Sounds. Aural sight.
Peace... Security... Safety... Well-being....
"Feedbacker" by Boris.
Listen, learn, love, live.
peacerespectempathy
The sound of guitar feedback soothes me.
I am not saying that I find any noise soothing, just ambient (ambient-ish to be more precise) noise. I find peace standing next to the huge circuit board in the stock room at work. The droning sound of electronics brings my mind to peace. Any time I am with a dumbass customer I go and stand next to the circuit breakers for a few seconds to calm myself down. Why droning noises soothe me, i know not.
In our world of processesed sounds and cheese I find solace in the droning noises of our surroundings and.... AND in the simulated nightmare-scapes created by the many Sludge, Drone, Ambient and Dark Ambient artists around today. I won't waste time in naming these before-mentioned artists but let me tell you this; the path to discovery is much more fun than anything you have ever experienced, and that goes to all the people faking orgasms daily just so that they can boast to their water dispenser buddies that they are godly beings, a gift to mankind even.
For generations the human animal has surrendered to order and repetition for peace and understanding. Religious chanting and prayer is one of the finest examples of people finding peace through repetitive noises and activities. Tribal drumming seems pleasing to most of us for the same reason. Even mentally handicapped individuals take pleasure in repetitive patterns, it's not just that these patterns cause a feeling of well-being in the individual; these patterns bestow a feeling of security (note: the mothers heartbeat) in the individual.
Now let us take this "pattern" one step further. Remove almost all rhythm. Noise. Sounds. Aural sight.
Peace... Security... Safety... Well-being....
"Feedbacker" by Boris.
Listen, learn, love, live.
peacerespectempathy
7.13.2006
7.11.2006
An excerpt from "Eleven Minutes" by Paolo Coelho
sound : False Light - Isis
the book is about a brazilian prostitute in switzerland looking for love, fortune and destiny.... beautiful work by PC....
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"I'm not a body with a soul, I'm a soul that has a visible part called the body. All this week, contrary to what one might expect, I have been more conscious of the presence of this soul than usual. It didn't say anything to me, didn't critisizeme or feel sorry for me: it merely watched me."
the book is about a brazilian prostitute in switzerland looking for love, fortune and destiny.... beautiful work by PC....
peacerespectempathy
6.28.2006
Sheesh!
sound : Alfosskor Song - Sigur Ros
i'm drunk again!... and on a weekday....
liquid coke shots kick ass!!!
peacerespectempathy
i'm drunk again!... and on a weekday....
liquid coke shots kick ass!!!
peacerespectempathy
6.21.2006
NWA
sound : A Sight To Behold - Devendra Banhart
"But love it could be much better.... i know....."
betwixt all of this music of our present time and space lies freak folk.... also known as acid folk or more commonly, new weird america.....
what exactly is this "new weird america"?..... everything unclassifiable and folk but not merely folk, but also having hints of jazz, classical or even spoken word poetry recital is put under this huge umbrella-genre that is still way too misunderstood (for better, if you ask me).....
joanna newsum, devendra banhart, tortoise, jackie-o motherfucker (yes, that really is their name!), vibracathedral orchestra.... what is it that these people do that makes them stand out so?.... what makes their wails and moans the essence of a the modern musical movement (agreed they have had predecessors like dylan, cohen and even cat stevens) ?.... and why do we even bother to listen to their (almost always) lo-fi recirdings of mushrooms and gasoline and rainbows and walruses?....
is this the new punk?....
i think i'm in love with joanna newsom!
peacerespectempathy
"But love it could be much better.... i know....."
betwixt all of this music of our present time and space lies freak folk.... also known as acid folk or more commonly, new weird america.....
what exactly is this "new weird america"?..... everything unclassifiable and folk but not merely folk, but also having hints of jazz, classical or even spoken word poetry recital is put under this huge umbrella-genre that is still way too misunderstood (for better, if you ask me).....
joanna newsum, devendra banhart, tortoise, jackie-o motherfucker (yes, that really is their name!), vibracathedral orchestra.... what is it that these people do that makes them stand out so?.... what makes their wails and moans the essence of a the modern musical movement (agreed they have had predecessors like dylan, cohen and even cat stevens) ?.... and why do we even bother to listen to their (almost always) lo-fi recirdings of mushrooms and gasoline and rainbows and walruses?....
is this the new punk?....
i think i'm in love with joanna newsom!
peacerespectempathy
6.18.2006
"I love you, you're my friend!" Part Deux
sound : please remember me - swans
huh?:
yesterday was hilarious.....
Aj:
uh huh
huh?:
i swear... it started out bad...
four of us went on the liquor run.... me, pedro shirley and melissa.... melissa is a kid.... she's jessie's little sister... she's 16....
well melissa came along cos she wantwed an icee....
hold on a sec....
brb
Aj:
hokaay
huh?:
ok... well...
we took an hour and a half to get melissa's slurpee cos she's all picky and stuff....
by then it's 11...
then we go to pedro's house cos pedro wanted to get stuff...
we get out of there by 11:30...
then we try all the liquor stores i knoew... all closed at 11...!!!!
Aj:
heh hehe hehe
huh?:
we go to walmart..... over there i see my druggy stoner ex-neighbour..... he directs me to an out of the way liquor store thats 24 hours but its in the
outskirts of the wotrld....
we get there fine.... as i park the girls are like... "this is like a slasher pic"...
think of the most dingiest bar you can imagine.....
like something out of AN 80S ACTION MOVIE....
its in the middle of nowhere.... the parking lot is full of trucks, bikes and stuff....
Aj:
heh heh heh
huh?:
the girls tell me they intend to dstay in the car cos they're scared.... they cluim under pedro's blanket and hide there.....
me and pedro step out..... its all quiet and stuff....
we open the door and its like the fog special effect in kairali... we're blanketed by cigarette smoke.....
the inside of the place is all dark and dirty... there's a dude passed out on a table... there's a band playing the blues... a bunch of old people
dancing.... old ladies cackling and laughing,.,,,,
they're all dressed like cowboys and stuff... the place reeks....
Aj:
eeek
huh?:
this old drunk dude with a humongous smile waves at me.... and i wave back just for fun....
then we go to the back where the store is and i buy the vodka.... but they didnt have the stuff for the girls.... light stuff.... smirnoff and stuff....
so pedro and i get back into the car with the vodka in hand and the girls finally crawl out of the blanket...
we start on our way home....
it's me driving right?.... and its the middle of nowhere...
we got lost......
we passed by an airport none of us have ever heard of before....
we went to plant city.... thats a whole other city....
and passed through a small town like place wih just like 10 buildings.... and it was all quiet... jno peopple or anything.... just like the town in house of
wax....
thats what melissa told me....
well about 2 hours later we reach home....
:D
by then people are pissed... we were gone fopr a clean 3 hours.....
they watched never been kissed on tv.... advertisements and all....
heh heh heh
Aj:
heh heh..
thts hilarious
huh?:
its just starting....
phil had to go home.... shirley's mom called her so she had to go too...
mama c...... well thats what we call jessie's mom..... mrs collard..... she took my keys saying nobody's gonna drive drunk..... :D
and we start.....
we played waterfall.... then some "i have never" game.... it was hilarious.....
at that time there was pedro, shunda, jessie, michelle, kelsey and i.....
Aj:
hee hee
huh?:
well by the end of it..... michelle was kinda wasted..... i was guzzling vodka like nobody's business so i was kinda buzzed too.... kelsey and jessie were
sorta buzzed too....
Aj:
heh heh...
yeah.. i can picture it..
huh?:
i was mixing and it was all kinda strong...
absolut with tropical fruit punch....
by the end of the day i kissed kelsey... actually i kissed everybody but me and kelsey had some tongue going....
then everybody went to sleep wherever.... i wasnt sleepy and kelsey was the only one who was awake....
we spoke till 6:30 in the morning.....
thats when i got a pissed off call from papa.... and then WW III took place when i reached home...
peacerespectempathy
huh?:
yesterday was hilarious.....
Aj:
uh huh
huh?:
i swear... it started out bad...
four of us went on the liquor run.... me, pedro shirley and melissa.... melissa is a kid.... she's jessie's little sister... she's 16....
well melissa came along cos she wantwed an icee....
hold on a sec....
brb
Aj:
hokaay
huh?:
ok... well...
we took an hour and a half to get melissa's slurpee cos she's all picky and stuff....
by then it's 11...
then we go to pedro's house cos pedro wanted to get stuff...
we get out of there by 11:30...
then we try all the liquor stores i knoew... all closed at 11...!!!!
Aj:
heh hehe hehe
huh?:
we go to walmart..... over there i see my druggy stoner ex-neighbour..... he directs me to an out of the way liquor store thats 24 hours but its in the
outskirts of the wotrld....
we get there fine.... as i park the girls are like... "this is like a slasher pic"...
think of the most dingiest bar you can imagine.....
like something out of AN 80S ACTION MOVIE....
its in the middle of nowhere.... the parking lot is full of trucks, bikes and stuff....
Aj:
heh heh heh
huh?:
the girls tell me they intend to dstay in the car cos they're scared.... they cluim under pedro's blanket and hide there.....
me and pedro step out..... its all quiet and stuff....
we open the door and its like the fog special effect in kairali... we're blanketed by cigarette smoke.....
the inside of the place is all dark and dirty... there's a dude passed out on a table... there's a band playing the blues... a bunch of old people
dancing.... old ladies cackling and laughing,.,,,,
they're all dressed like cowboys and stuff... the place reeks....
Aj:
eeek
huh?:
this old drunk dude with a humongous smile waves at me.... and i wave back just for fun....
then we go to the back where the store is and i buy the vodka.... but they didnt have the stuff for the girls.... light stuff.... smirnoff and stuff....
so pedro and i get back into the car with the vodka in hand and the girls finally crawl out of the blanket...
we start on our way home....
it's me driving right?.... and its the middle of nowhere...
we got lost......
we passed by an airport none of us have ever heard of before....
we went to plant city.... thats a whole other city....
and passed through a small town like place wih just like 10 buildings.... and it was all quiet... jno peopple or anything.... just like the town in house of
wax....
thats what melissa told me....
well about 2 hours later we reach home....
:D
by then people are pissed... we were gone fopr a clean 3 hours.....
they watched never been kissed on tv.... advertisements and all....
heh heh heh
Aj:
heh heh..
thts hilarious
huh?:
its just starting....
phil had to go home.... shirley's mom called her so she had to go too...
mama c...... well thats what we call jessie's mom..... mrs collard..... she took my keys saying nobody's gonna drive drunk..... :D
and we start.....
we played waterfall.... then some "i have never" game.... it was hilarious.....
at that time there was pedro, shunda, jessie, michelle, kelsey and i.....
Aj:
hee hee
huh?:
well by the end of it..... michelle was kinda wasted..... i was guzzling vodka like nobody's business so i was kinda buzzed too.... kelsey and jessie were
sorta buzzed too....
Aj:
heh heh...
yeah.. i can picture it..
huh?:
i was mixing and it was all kinda strong...
absolut with tropical fruit punch....
by the end of the day i kissed kelsey... actually i kissed everybody but me and kelsey had some tongue going....
then everybody went to sleep wherever.... i wasnt sleepy and kelsey was the only one who was awake....
we spoke till 6:30 in the morning.....
thats when i got a pissed off call from papa.... and then WW III took place when i reached home...
peacerespectempathy
6.08.2006
"Now keep it in your pants, sucker!"
sound : sucker (feat. norah jones) - peeping tom
wow.... did i just hear norah jones say "mother fucker"?....
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wow.... did i just hear norah jones say "mother fucker"?....
peacerespectempathy
6.06.2006
23.36
sound : disintegration - the cure
and to think i was on a mini hiatus on acocunt of pseudo, cash induced happiness....
yes, yes... this is the day... the great sequence of major christo-semitic importance... the date sequencing three digits that send waves of fear down the backs of Xtian muttawas worldwide.... the day that everu esoterist wannabe goes down into their parents basement hoping for contact with mr crowley himself (screw you guys... i spoke to him last night).... break out the robert johnson records assholes.... its the day....
the sixth of july in this most horrid year of our lord saviour (?), 2006....
july 6th; 2006 Ana Domini (era vulgari)...
06/06/06
666
and what, you ask, does this have to do with anything?.... well, NOTHING!!!
ok... let me be serious here.... i'm stepping out of my "cocky i-know-it-all" ego de plume.... out of my "i-complain-a-lot-but-i-aint-emo"self.... let me get down and dirty here....
i'm fucking scared....
seriously...
i lost my job today... well, i didn't lose it, i got my ass fired.... and for what?... cos i wasn't "cut out for the job".... oh well,i could moan and bitch for a hundred thousand years about that..... but no, that is not what i'm worried about....
bills....
remember all the times i've always said i hate growing up?... well, this is exactly why.... truthfully, i live way beyond my means..... don't get me wrong, it's all planned and everything.... but yeah.... i believe in the best..... i buy good stuff, i eat good food, i get a few drinks from time to time.... but its always because i HAVE the money for it...... i have money for myself and i use my money for around the house.... i give my folks more than 75% of all the money i earn and i stil have enough to live happily on....
well, i have a $400 car payment on the 15th, an $80 phone bill on the 24th, a $500 and a $200 credit card balance..... and, well.... i have twenty three dollars and thirty six cents in my checking account and no source of income...
what the fuck am i going to do?...
peacerespectempathy
and to think i was on a mini hiatus on acocunt of pseudo, cash induced happiness....
yes, yes... this is the day... the great sequence of major christo-semitic importance... the date sequencing three digits that send waves of fear down the backs of Xtian muttawas worldwide.... the day that everu esoterist wannabe goes down into their parents basement hoping for contact with mr crowley himself (screw you guys... i spoke to him last night).... break out the robert johnson records assholes.... its the day....
the sixth of july in this most horrid year of our lord saviour (?), 2006....
july 6th; 2006 Ana Domini (era vulgari)...
06/06/06
666
and what, you ask, does this have to do with anything?.... well, NOTHING!!!
ok... let me be serious here.... i'm stepping out of my "cocky i-know-it-all" ego de plume.... out of my "i-complain-a-lot-but-i-aint-emo"self.... let me get down and dirty here....
i'm fucking scared....
seriously...
i lost my job today... well, i didn't lose it, i got my ass fired.... and for what?... cos i wasn't "cut out for the job".... oh well,i could moan and bitch for a hundred thousand years about that..... but no, that is not what i'm worried about....
bills....
remember all the times i've always said i hate growing up?... well, this is exactly why.... truthfully, i live way beyond my means..... don't get me wrong, it's all planned and everything.... but yeah.... i believe in the best..... i buy good stuff, i eat good food, i get a few drinks from time to time.... but its always because i HAVE the money for it...... i have money for myself and i use my money for around the house.... i give my folks more than 75% of all the money i earn and i stil have enough to live happily on....
well, i have a $400 car payment on the 15th, an $80 phone bill on the 24th, a $500 and a $200 credit card balance..... and, well.... i have twenty three dollars and thirty six cents in my checking account and no source of income...
what the fuck am i going to do?...
peacerespectempathy
5.24.2006
MWA HA HA HA HA!!!....
sound : The Forest - The Cure
i know this is wrong but it is so much fun... my highest score is 2427 feet!!!....
i rule!!....
peacerespectempathy
i know this is wrong but it is so much fun... my highest score is 2427 feet!!!....
i rule!!....
peacerespectempathy
5.22.2006
"hey, you're cool.... you're my friend.... i love you... " [hug and a kiss]
NOTE: this post was stated on the 22nd of may at about 4:00 AM.... it was left incomplete and i finished it today the 26th of may at 12:09 AM.... PRE - A
sound : Disintegration - The Cure
Long Island Iced Tea
1 part vodka
1 part tequila
1 part rum
1 part gin
1 part triple sec
1 1/2 parts sweet and sour mix
1 splash Coca-Cola®
Mix ingredients together over ice in a glass. Pour into a shaker and give one brisk shake. Pour back into the glass and make sure there is a touch of fizz at the top. Garnish with lemon.
sound : Disintegration - The Cure
Long Island Iced Tea
1 part vodka
1 part tequila
1 part rum
1 part gin
1 part triple sec
1 1/2 parts sweet and sour mix
1 splash Coca-Cola®
Mix ingredients together over ice in a glass. Pour into a shaker and give one brisk shake. Pour back into the glass and make sure there is a touch of fizz at the top. Garnish with lemon.
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tonight was my farewell thingy from the guys at macy's.... it was really fun.... i never thought it would be cos of all the preconceived misconceptions i had about chris (diana's "friend").... actually, we got along really really well.... not just well, we might as well share a brain or something because we are so damn alike....
it all actually started in the afternoon when noreen came in with her three kids and we all (ie noreen, her kids, diana and i) went for lunch.... this was the first tim i have ever met noreen's kids and it was really cool....seriously.... her oldest kid, brian, listens to good music.... i lent the kid my wolfmother cd because they basically grew up in australia and i know for sure that the kid will like it.... hey, he's an ac/dc type of person....
we all went to bennigans.... there was noreen, diana, chris, hector, colleen, kassi and lea..... seriously, it was fun.... i was buying drinks for hector and kassi because they were underaged..... i drank about 6 long island iced teas and had sips off of everybody's beers..... i was pretty buzzed by the end.... and since everybody was giving me gifts and cards the waitress who was with us thought it was my birthday and gave me an awesome brownie/icecream fudge thing for it being my birthday (i hugged her and gave her a kiss... actually, i kissed everybody.... i'm kinda loving when i'm drunk).... well, colleen and kassi gave me a cool card with humongous essays in it..... really awesome of them.... noreen gave me a bag full of little toys and candy because (as she said it) all of it reminded her of me.... diana got me this totally horrendous tommy hilfiger sports coat which i totally love..... it's a plaid jacket, it's green, red and yellow or something like that.... it's so fucking ugly that i was going to buy it myself.... but i guess diana beat me to it.....
later after dinner noreen left first.... then colleen and kassi (cos kassi had to open the next day).... we then went out into the parking lot (cos they stormed out as i was putting "seven nation army" on the jukebox) and stood there talking for a little bit.....moved on to a larger parking lot and started throwing a football around... hector and i had a musical sound-off where he played some hip-hop of his huge durango and i blasted meshuggah out of my little tiny civic... after about an hour or a little bit more than that hector and lea went home....
now it was just diana, chris and me.... we sat about talking for a while and i found out that chris is like my clone.... everything about his was the same as me.... everything... EVERYTHING!!!.... so yeah... i finally figured out why diana's my friend.... we went to a gas station and had slurpies while listening to a bunch of depressing songs (barry manilow and such) like a bunch of stoners and finally at about 3 we went home.....
it was wicked fun.... seriously.....
peacerespectempathy
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