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| Tuesday, May 29th, 2007 | | 12:14 pm |
| | Wednesday, December 14th, 2005 | | 5:17 am |
Alright, my turn. The year end list... it was a pretty bad year for 'indie rock', but a great one for the more experimental stuff. Thats my take 27. The Raveonettes - Pretty in Black 26. Hyatari - The Light Carriers 25. Silver Mt. Zion - Horses in the Sky 24. Blackalicious - The Craft 23. Fursaxa - Lepidoptera 22. Guapo - Black Oni 21. Sufjan Stevens - Illinoise 20. Tujiko Noriko - Blurred in my Mirror 19. Sigur Ros - Takk 18. Nadja - Truth Becomes Death 17. Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Született 16. Ultralyd - Chromosome Gun 15. Paavoharju - Yha Hamaraa 14. Daft Punk - Human After All 13. Baroness - Second 12. Orthrelm - OV 11. Lightning Bolt - Hypermagic Mountain 10. Zazen Boys - Himitsu Girl's Top Secret 09. Okkyung Lee - Nihm 08. Steve Reich - You Are (variations) 07. Birds - Birds Birds Birds in the World 06. Gang Gang Dance - Gods Money 05. Afrirampo - Kore Ga Mayaka Da 04. The Psychic Paramount - Gamelan into the Mink Supernatural 03. Aavikko - Back from the Futur 02. Animal Collective - Feels 01. Deerhoof - Runners Four | | Friday, November 11th, 2005 | | 7:52 am |
Ughhhhhhh.... For those of you not in the know, Im in two bands, Jet Kid Committee and Yakuza Heart Attack. Both of these bands are recording CDs. I'm also recording a double disc solo CD entitled 'Felt Tip Cinema'. I'm also working with a fellow musician on something tentatively titled 'the Essex Project', which is another double disc concept album about a whaling ship (seriously...) In short, this is possibly the most exciting/depressing time of my life. Depressing because when Im not working on music, Im in school, which is considerably hellish in comparison. The highs make the lows a lot lower, in essence. Im basically posting this all to whore myself... and seeing as Ive caught on to the fucking myspace craze... well, whatever, that site is good for spreading music. So let me recommend me and my friends dope bands to you, all to be found on myspace: www.myspace.com/keithkawaii www.myspace.com/yakuzaheartattack www.myspace.com/jetkidcommittee www.myspace.com/hcmj www.myspace.com/thesailing www.myspace.com/fivedeadlyvenoms www.myspace.com/thebuddysystem | | Friday, September 9th, 2005 | | 12:15 pm |
| | Wednesday, September 7th, 2005 | | 7:36 am |
Have you ever seen a grown man break down in front of you? I started classes yesterday. After painting I go to 'Logic', which is a branch off philosophy class. The philosophy I had before was pretty fun, even though there was some odd sexual tension between me and the teacher (seriously... I somehow made a joke about having sex with him in the elevator or something, because he started talking about his erotic poetry?? Luis Gonzales was his name... I need to find those poems.) Anyway, I walk into this Logic class a few minutes late, and theres only three people in it. The teacher is sweating heavily, and is sitting in silence. I sit down, he stands up and starts talking. It starts off normal, going through the grading scale etc. etc. but every once in a while, he will pause. Not a normal pause to catch a thought pause... He fucking halts with a deep longing in his eyes and just stares blankly for, seriously, minutes at a time. "I've had a rough week" That line starts popping up inbetween his lectures on symbolic logic. "I've had it rough...*pause*... My wife has delivered several severe emotional blows to me- *mumbling followed by chilling silence*" At that point, I start to realize something priceless is happening. The other three people in the class seem mortified, and as the teacher goes on, it becomes increasingly awkward. Every minute or so, he will just lean against the wall and stop talking. Then he drops a bomb. "This will be a fun quarter... If I dont kill myself *downtrodden silence*" I laugh after that one. Like really laugh out loud. The other three are fucking unwavering in their shock. As he keeps looking at the ground, not saying anything, I realize that the comment was completely devoid of any sarcasm. Jesus. He pulls out a necklace with a cross on it. "Im not knocking God or anything... But if He is all powerful and all knowing, then when he created our planet, he knew how everything would turn out. God created evil. That can not be disproven. God created evil." After that, he walks over to the other end of the class, and leans against the wall. He stays that way for literally 4 minutes. Then he mumbles. "Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way." A Pink Floyd lyric. Can this be happening? Then he ends class. On the way home, I was seriously in tears thinking about how fucking ridiculous the two hours spent watching him fall apart were. I didnt know it was actually possible, but trust me... I am under-exaggerating how horribly awkward things were. Ive decided that I love my shitty comunity college night classes, because of shit like this. Current Music: penderecki | | Thursday, August 4th, 2005 | | 11:10 am |
Oh jesus
This deserved its own post...  Look at the bottom of the crunk juice can... "WITH ASHWAGANDA HORNY GOAT WEED" What the fuck is happening? INVIGORATE - AROUSE Current Music: Lil Jon | | 7:00 am |
Stroke my cock
*after making a yo mama joke, which I responded to with silence* Surrogate Herpes: Are those jokes too juvenille to joke about? Keith Kawaii: HAHA Keith Kawaii: the fact that you just asked that is hilarious Keith Kawaii: because i can tell you feel like an idiot Keith Kawaii: those jokes are equivalent to a grandma giving you a hand job Surrogate Herpes: Digusting yet fulfilling? Keith Kawaii: i was going to say it mightve been cool 20 years ago, but whatever Surrogate Herpes: Hahaaaa Keith Kawaii: you would get fulfilled b y a grandma hand job? Surrogate Herpes: I'd just close my eyes Surrogate Herpes: close your eyes Surrogate Herpes: CLOSE YOUR EYES [strokes your cock] Keith Kawaii: you fucking Keith Kawaii: i just caught you Surrogate Herpes: Caught me what? Keith Kawaii: admitting to want to fuck a grandma Surrogate Herpes: HAHAHAHAHA Surrogate Herpes: I don't WANT to fuck a grandma Keith Kawaii: but you would let her give you a hand job Keith Kawaii: a fucking wrinkly withering arthritis stricken palm stroking your cock Surrogate Herpes: HAHAHAHFAHAHA Surrogate Herpes: fuck you | | Saturday, July 2nd, 2005 | | 7:41 am |
Last week I woke up in one of those half asleep half awake situations. My eyes were rolled back into my head, and I felt really stiff and paralyzed. I think I went back to sleep, but when I woke up, I felt really weird. Now... for the past few days, Ive had this slow realization that this kind of thing has happened to me before, but more seriously. I dont know if I had repressed memories or what (wtf?), but suddenly I can clearly remember specific incidents from my teenage years where I would wake up in the middle of the night, my eyes would roll back in my head, and I would have these mini seizures or something, where I would just be stiff (but convulsing, kind of). What I'm starting to remember the most is how fucking terrifying they were... the memories are very surreal, I dont even know how to explain, but I would see odd colors and forms transposed over my line of vision. But yeah... what is 'scary' or real weird now, is that all these memories have literally surfaced within the last 48 hours. The fact that this happened on a regular basis and I had somehow blocked it out until now is unsettling. I am heavily considering going to a doctor, although Im not exactly sure where to start. I'm pretty sure I dont have epilepsy hah... but still, I wonder if low grade seizures like that are normal. It may have something to do with brain muscle spasms when I'm asleep that could trigger seizures, but I dont know... Really fucking weird. | | Thursday, June 9th, 2005 | | 6:10 pm |
Ok, I really just wanted to display these images... which are my proudest photoshop projects. Keith Kawaii: oh yeah, i got a cell phone XXmikeDXX: damn XXmikeDXX: hit me up Keith Kawaii: do you want to see it? Keith Kawaii wants to directly connect. XXmikeDXX is now directly connected. Keith Kawaii: here it is Keith Kawaii:  XXmikeDXX: you cunt XXmikeDXX: you didnt get one did you? Keith Kawaii: ok, here it is for real  XXmikeDXX: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahaha Keith Kawaii: haha that image can make any object look amazing Keith Kawaii:  XXmikeDXX: hahahahahahaha XXmikeDXX: please do a dick Keith Kawaii: ok Keith Kawaii:  | | Sunday, May 8th, 2005 | | 5:32 am |
YO MOTHA FUCKA
I just got back from playing a show. And my band sucks. We have a few cool parts in songs, but when we play live it essentially becomes unrestrained white noise. The irony is that half of the band members want to be INDIE SUPASTARS, but because of our fucking borderline death metal, chaotic, shitty loudness, our songs are more taylored to crazy nihilistic noize fans. On the other hand, I got some broad pregnant last week. My life is spiraling out of control, minute by minute. I also think I'm fucking up www.tinymixtapes.com in some small way. This is the new NIN review. It was my friends concept, but I stole it from him shamelessly. http://www.tinymixtapes.com/musicreviews/n/nine_inch_nails.htmThis was rejected by the editor:  | | Friday, April 8th, 2005 | | 9:12 am |
AIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!
I was considering posting in here anyway, but since I've had a special meme request from Morbius... WOOOORD (scroll down for actual post) 01. Total volume of music files on my computer? 10,227 *slashes wrists* 02. The last CD I bought was: Clara Rockmore- Art of the Theremine 03. The last song I listened to before writing this was: The last song on the Go Team! CD 04. Song playing right now: No CD... the radio is raping my ears... boroque music 05. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me: 1. Tujiko Noriko- "Pop-Skirt" 2. Franco Battiato- "Fenomenologia" 3. Fela Kuti- "Shakara" 4. Glenn Branca- "The Spectacular Commidity" 5. Yes- "Close to the Edge" 06. Five albums I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me: 1. Boredoms- Vision Creation Newsun 2. Fela Kuti- Shakara/London Scene 3. Le Mystere Des Voix Bulgares- Vol. 1 4. Glenn Branca- The Ascension 5. A Tribe Called Quest- Low End Theory --------- Alright... Now for something legitimate. My life has been devoted (unintentionally) to offending people recently. I've come to realize that my personality is SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE *tear*... The other day I made a joke about drop kicking a baby to a highschool friend I hadnt seen in years, only to realize that she recently had a child. This cruel truth was revelead when she started showing cute baby pictures. *imagines my eyes widening with realization* Then somehow I made a joke about her beating her child?? I dont even know. The same day in my painting class, I approached another girl: "Hey, you kind of look like shit." "My boyfriend died sunday in a motorcycle accident. He was killed instantly." "Are you fucking serious?" *awkward silence... I slowly walk away* Last night I was talking to a friends girlfriend, and I said (straight faced) that I was having thoughts of suicide. Of course, she didnt find it funny. Later I made a joke about drop kicking a baby. Some other incidents online, that I have actually been saving: dnweva13: have you ever heard that song?
dnweva13: it is seriously beautiful
Keith Kawaii: this song is stupid
dnweva13: you just took me down a peg
Keith Kawaii: the fact that you think this is awesome
dnweva13: makes me a lesser humanbeing
dnweva13 signed off at 11:27:14 AM.
dnweva13 direct connection is closed.*later* Keith Kawaii: god damn, this review is giving me trouble
dnweva13: born into trouble?
Keith Kawaii: the humour thing doesnt fit you
dnweva13: the british spelling doesn't fit you
Keith Kawaii: the soccer mom sticker on your SUV doesnt fit you
dnweva13: fuck you
dnweva13 signed off at 12:42:11 AM.roadkillrage: youre a fuck!
Keith Kawaii: mmmmmmm
roadkillrage signed off at 12:59:55 PM.danheyssays: ...fuck youdaytondamn (9:03:01 PM): fuck you?Fuck me. As in, I want to have sex with you. I guess a lot of shit has been happening in school. I have befriended three enormous, burly black men in their late 30s/40s... somehow. Well, I shouldnt say befriended. Its more like I listen to their grotesque stories of borderline raping women. I am not making this up, at all. This is a fucking exact quote: Jon (if that is his real name): Shit, but the psycho bitch liked it rough me: ......? Jon: She would be all like, shit "EEWWWEE! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER" *squeeling noise*... then I tweaked her nipples and shit. me: Did you clamp that shit? The other guy, whose name I dont even know, approached me from behind. I was in sculpture class, and I feel a massive sweaty palm on my shoulder. Then I hear a voice inches away from my ear, whispering with force. Fucking enormous black dude: IT FEELS GOOD TO BE KING! me: .....!!!????? Dude: I'm at the top of the food chain! They say only Lions eat Tigers, but I ate a Tiger, so I'm right there at the top of the food chain, with the Lions!!! me: oh my god The third guy is in my color theory class. He fucking reeks of hand rolled cigarettes and hard liquor, and I suspect him to, in actually, be homeless. He also has a massive lisp, and likes touching me. Unfortunately, I dont have a funny anectode regarding him. As you may have gathered, Im taking Sculpture 2, Painting 3, and Color Theory this quarter. And I'm the only white male in each class. There are a horde of beautiful, completely unnatainable women there, which leads me to believe: sculpture and color theory are fucking gay. Everyone in the latter class is an interior designer, and everyone in sculpture is all neo-bohemian/and or heavily gothic/anti-capitalist. In either case, they are completely "open", and frequently ask questions like: "IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOUR ENTIRE INNER PERSONA IN THREE WORDS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?!" One of the girls responses: Compassionate Inspired Bitch Oh, so you mean the entire female race? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH | | Monday, January 24th, 2005 | | 9:18 pm |
The sight of your face
A puzzle, a mystery to be solved
Feelings so indescribable surface
All I'm left with is the ability to say
"I love you. I love you."
Sounds so simple, so...pathetic
But its all I'm reduced to, for
How could one possibly resist
Eyes that convey a sense of longing
Pools of a beautiful black; hypnotic
A certain cool yet somehow I melt
A warm face; immeasurably smooth
Gentle cheeks only accentuated by
Lips that conceal endless intimacy
The desire to lock with them; a dream
Now made into a sultry reality
The feeling I get once our lips meet
Is one words won't suffice for
A beauty that no word exists for
So aesthetic that it's haunting
So supple it's almost sinful | | Sunday, January 2nd, 2005 | | 8:50 am |
My sleep schedule is completely fucked. For the last few weeks, I've had the luxury of no school and no work, something which hasn't happened in a while, and wont happen again for a while. So what do I decide to do with the last few precious days of doing jack shit? Sleep until 8 p.m., wake up and watch anime all night and into the next day. I feel 14 again, particularly because the anime I just finished is Rah Xephon, aka a fucking clone of Evangelion. Either way, now I'm in one of those moods again... the immediate post anime viewing mood, where you feel all studious and ranty.... and homosexual. But I do want to address Rah Xephon, partially because I know Alex didn't finish it (^_^^^^). At first, I was slightly pissed. At the show, I mean. It shares so many elements with Eva that you would not fucking believe. The angsty 'WHO AM I!?!?' type teenager with parental issues, the purple haired older female who takes said teen to a special organization that fights aliens about once an episode, the 'doll like' female counterpart, etc. etc. I swear to christ, its fucking ridiculous. So it took me a while to get past all those 'similarities' (if you can call them that). But, by the end I realized that the difference between the shows was largely thematic. And that was JUUUST enough to make me really like it. I wanted to dislike it. I really did, but it was too well done at times to dismiss. It also triggered a thought process I've been having recently. About music and art, of course. CONVENIENT SEGUE!! *clears throat* Concerning music first, my friends think I'm a faggot for listening to certain types, especially more noisy or 'obtuse' sounding stuff. And I don't know how to reply to that. I can assure them that I'm not listening to a certain type of music to try and be 'cool'... If they were accusing me of that, it would be like accusing me of living a fucking lie, because I buy and listen to so much of the stuff. I feel an almost elusive appeal with certain types, that I'm only now starting to wrap my head around. All this kind of dawned on me when I was watching a documentary about an 'experimental' artist or collagist named Ray Johnson. His stuff was so good, with such style, but it was, again, obtuse at times. My friends loved it. In the visual medium there is so much to grasp onto, and it makes sense. Our whole lives are spent seeing, and we are fortunate enough to see extremely beautiful things very often. It comes to the point where we take for granted how crazy the sky can look, or how amazing a tree's shape is. If someone has a single artistic bone their our body, throughout their life, I think they start to look at many things AS art. We can accept artistic extremism because its elements are so familiar. Each specific element taken individually would not be so foreign. Visually, art and our everyday reality are heavily related. Obviously, we have also been hearing our whole lives, but I think you can guess where I am taking this. I think that sound is not such an assimilated sense as vision... At least not in the 'artistic' sense. We use sound as a function, on an instinctual level. But listening to music, at least for me, used to be a very seperate 'event' from the everday use of my ears. I was extremely removed from the actual process of listening. Essentially, I was listening on a superficial level, in which my senses were stimulated on an INSTINCTUAL level by some appealing chord change, melody, or harmony, that I now realize could have been mathematically constructed with a fair amount of ease. We all have certain things that tickle us on this instinctual level, so much so that it doesnt really matter where the stimulus is coming from, whether it be a Britney Spears song or a Bud Light commercial. We love tits and a V to I chord resolution, I guess. But in my opinion, art can function on different levels. There is the purely entertaining level, which I assure you I have no problem with. But again, if you have a single artistic bone in your body, isn't it slightly depressing to say that what you love is merely something to keep your attention, to pass your time? While that may be well and true, it still doesn't explain why people find certain sounds, noises, and completely chaotic, irrational pieces appealing. Well, I think there is something inherent in almost everything in existence, and that something is a refinement process. Maybe refinement is a bad word for it, but it serves my comparison. Think of it more of an evolution, I guess. If we listened to music based on a pre-determined set of appealing stimuli, then theoretically we could listen to the same songs, the same genres, for our whole life. If you compare listening to music with masturbating, you will see what I'm saying. What if every time you masturbated, you had to listen to your favorite song? I would guess that you would grow tired of the song long before you got tired of pleasuring yourself. And that sets up the basic difference between the two types of stimulus. Art is not static, our perception of art is not static. Inherent in most art is subjectivity, and from that subjectivity we develop tastes which can be molded. Through simple usage, our visual aesthetic has been heavily refined, while our other senses have been comparatively neglected. Whatever your take on this is, I dont feel like I'm coming from an elitist position here, but I suppose I'm responding to a certain contempt people have while saying "How can you listen to this shit!?!?" Just as a visual piece doesn't have to be confined to a canvas and a set of oils to be considered 'art', I feel music shouldn't have to be restricted to a set of scales and rhythms, or any formula for that matter. Through a refinement process, it's easier to allow yourself to be affected, and I continue to be surprised by just what 'touches' me. Of course, I am slightly embarrassed to be saying that, but every time I listen to a 'challenging' piece of music, or see a show like RahXephon, I'm reminded of it. In my opinion, the best works remind you of something you have been taking for granted. You could also say that most works of art exist to simply express what it is to be human, but I wouldn't want to get TOO arty here, would I? ^.^ | | Tuesday, December 7th, 2004 | | 2:08 pm |
My top five flags of all time... excluding state flags. Number 5: Sorth Korea It was between Japans simple, groundbreaking flag design, and South Koreas more stylish update. Number 4: Botswana One of the few flag designs that strikes a fair balance between color, design, and inherent simplicity. Number 3: Saudi Arabia Its got a fucking sword and shit. After seeing so many countries hideous tri-color bull shit flags, its nice to have an original design concept. Number 2: Barbados That trident is amazing.... Out of all the flags with random stencils in the center, Barbados is the best. *drum roll* NUMBER ONE: LIBYA This is a big "Fuck You" to all other flags and countries in existence. Why can't America be as badass as Libya? | | Friday, December 3rd, 2004 | | 2:37 am |
daytondamn: help me write a gay ass rap for this SA thread daytondamn: When I represent/i get all the ladies titty titty slap/yo' girl wanna have my babies/ daytondamn: hit me hit me hit me Keith Kawaii: (continued from yours) Y'all gonna cum when u hear dis rap/Sit back, let me slap/Ya ass/Smoke grass/Love cads/Fuk young lads/with my badass tight stash/Splish splash/up in yo fat ass daytondamn: HAHAHAHHAHAHA daytondamn: i would get banned daytondamn: because it says fuck young lads Keith Kawaii: hah you would? Keith Kawaii: whaack I have listened to too much horrible rap ¬¬ | | Thursday, November 18th, 2004 | | 9:31 am |
I met two girls in this dream. I looked at them, and was like "Don't you remember me? I gave you a ride a while ago!" etc. the dream went on. But when I woke up, I had an unusually clear remembrance of it, and focusing on the girls faces, I realized that I had made them give ME a ride across this huge highway in a dream from, well, at least 5 years ago. It seems that in just about every dream I remember clearly, there are a bunch of familiar aspects to it. I'm led to believe that some wealth of information and memories are being recycled over and over when I sleep. Which is kind of obvious, I guess. It's just weird, I keep remembering these little snippets of dreams from when I was really young. On another note, Ol' Dirty Bastard has died. I'm not really surprised, but at the same time I am unusually affected. For my entire life, I have gotten really sad when musicians have died. As a 14 year old I used to sit around and ponder what Jimi Hendrix would have done had he lived... and I would weep silently, and then cut my life into pieces. This is my last resort. Suffocation, no breathing, dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding. Do you even care if I die bleeding? Would it be wrong - Would it be right? If I took my life tonight - chances are that I might. Mutilation outta sight –And I’m contemplating suicide. Cuz I’m losing my sight, losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine... Losing my sight, losing my mind, wish somebody would tell me I’m fine... UGHH YEEEAAHHHH GIMME DA BEAT -----*break beat* I never realized I was spread too thin Till it was too late - and I was empty within - Hungry! Feeding on chaos and living in sin - downward spiral where do I begin It all started when I lost my mother – No love for myself and no love for another Searching to find a love up on a higher level - Finding nothing but questions - and devils Cuz I’m losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me in fine… Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine… Nothing's alright Nothing is fine I’m running and I’m crying… I’m crying… I'm crying… I'm crying… I'm crying… I - can't - go - on - living - this - way… Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing – Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding Would it be wrong - Would it be right If I took my life tonight - chances are that I might Mutilation outta sight And I’m contemplating suicide Cuz I’m losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me in fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I’m fine Nothing's alright Nothing is fine I’m running and I’m crying Cry..................... | | Wednesday, October 6th, 2004 | | 3:10 am |
You are all September 10th
Pretty soon a new edition of Websters Dictionary will be released. Exciting, and fucking amazing. Some new editions: 9/11, al Qaeda, Osama Bin Laden and the Patriot Act. I guess they want the dictionary to reflect a POST 9/11 WORLD! Also: "For those who complain that they can't look up a word if they don't know how to spell it, this dictionary has an innovative solution. It includes misspellings that are crossed out and reference the correct spelling."Yeah, ok... thats kind of sad, but whatever-... HOLY SHIT: In the end, it's another new word that most aptly represents the second edition and the state of the English language. That word is September 10th -- an adjective defined as "so petty, shallow, or outmoded as to be irrelevant."
"There are September 10th and September 11th dictionaries," said Soukhanov. "We're a September 11th dictionary definitely."????????????????????? | | Wednesday, September 22nd, 2004 | | 11:41 am |
I know these kind of sentiments are typical, but the last time I talked with Sarah, she was wasted on vicodin and babbling incoherently about Cowboy Bebop. It just seems that everyone that dies goes out on an awkward note with me. TystnadNu: No hear my out Keih, your next sessions could tKW PLce on thw huga casion, none (issp) woudreally buern it don but you coul have some manhy tings goi for everyone to getselmsef amsues.
LotusFt: so the next session will be at tKWPLce thw huga casion none nuern don goi getselmsef amsues
TystnadNu: Be niceThat gives me a bad feeling. Reading through the chat now, I find its easy to be stricken with the permanence of death. The thing is, we have all felt that empty permanence, but we forget about it in the time inbetween. Then when someone goes, its like 'How did I ever forget this?'... it feels new all over again, like some revelatory idea that you never considered before. The fact that we forget is whats startling. But its a basic human defense mechanism, I guess. Eitherway, I realize the slight stupidity of writing this in a live journal. I wasnt going to say anything, but then Shawn posted that picture of him ejaculating into the wall, so... I did. There you go. | | Thursday, September 9th, 2004 | | 8:17 am |
| | Friday, August 20th, 2004 | | 3:56 am |
I Love the Olympics
So I started writing reviews at tinymixtapes... and I'm FUCKING CLICHE! Writing a review that doesnt go something like this is harder than it looks: "The troupe of performers (read: band) weaves an aesthetically inspiring soundscape of mystical ionian trills through the dense foliage of tumbling percussion and off kilter howls etc. etc. bull shit, bull shit, pretentious I read two books bullshit" Talking about music is fun... even if it's mindless recommendations or an 'Oh, this band is SWEEET!' there is still something relaxing and exciting about it. Like a kid walking into a toystore... whatever. But organizing your thoughts on something, and presenting it to an "audience" is different. How do you write about something without sounding like a jackass while still... writing about it... And... not... sounding like a jackass. Riiight. To summarize: I'm willingly participating in something that would annoy the shit out of me if it wasnt coming from... me. But I need the exposure, dude, man, yeaaah *drags a beatnick cigarette while doing the jerk off motion* Have you ever noticed the utter joy and conviction a music lover adopts when asked to list their top five favorite albums? STUNNING! Ive been thinking it over. What music can still excite me. The top four have a fairly secure position for now. 1. Dark Side of the Moon 2. Abbey Road 3. Lift Yr Skinny Fists 4. Super AE NEW VS. OLD AGHHH. I've just listened to Dark Side of the Moon way too many times for it not to be my favorite album ever. Even after getting slightly bored with Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd is the only band I have listened to my entire fucking life and loved consistantly. The Beatles are simply impossible not to ejaculate over. If I didn't cite them I would be lying to myself. The second side of Abbey Road is about the closest any record has come to combining what I love about music into a 15-some minute period. Godspeed are, I guess, the idiots classical music. Or a hip indie rockers classical music YEHA! But the best moments on Lift Yr Skinny Fists made me excited about music again. Same with the Boredoms. The Boredoms are possibly the only band in the last 5 or so years to bring out the giddy Zeppelin addict in me. As in, I feel this lingering hint of obsession deep within my gut, boiling below the surface. If this would have happened when I was 15, I would have every Boredoms official recording, box set, japanese release, bootleg in existence (providing I was rollin in tha dough)... But somehow, even if Super AE and Vision Creation Newsun were the only two Boredoms albums I owned, I would still be content. They epitomize my Japanese obsession, the stupid fanboy side of me, and still rock in the most satisfying way ever. Still, each of these albums has their flaws. I'm not ENTIRELY content with all of them. Only one conclusion can be drawn from this: My 'favorite album' is not an album, but rather the playing of my top 10 favorite albums simultaniously, combining all of the imperfect aspects to make a MASTERPIECE YES!>> On another note, if youve gotten this far, Katie and Shawn... Your data discs will probably be delayed, because my computer has joined the Nascar circuit and actually spun out of control, catching its motherboard on fire because it cant handle windows XP and is about to explode. Eitherway, I spend too much time dwelling on music. Ive been long considering what albums to add these data discs, and I imagine that I will probably get more satisfaction out of completing them then you two will. Sad. Current Music: Pretentious German Electro Shit |
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