Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Between You and Me

I've been a lot of places in my life. I saw Australia, London, Dublin, Paris twice, New York City three times, and once I took a road trip through the former Eastern Block countries (that trip was kinda depressing, it's mostly slums and broken dreams, I don't recommend it).

I've also done a lot of things nobody else has. I've ridden on the wind, tasted colours, felt sounds, gazed upon the knowledge of the world and watched the birth of time (not our time, another time. Someday I hope you can understand).

I've also done all this without video games, dreaming or psychedelic drugs of any kind. I've merely led the kind of life everyone wishes they could experience.

Still, there are things I've missed. I haven't felt let down. I've never had a broken heart. Nobody has broken my trust. I haven't felt crushing sadness. I've never been bored.
I've never been misunderstood, I've never misunderstood something, nor have I ever felt confused.

My entire life has been one giant good experience, but I've never had a bad one. It's because of this I've never had a great experience, nothing is extraordinary to me, because there's nothing lower with which to compare it.

I don't have any regrets, and yet my entire life is one big regret.

Sometimes it's good to hurt.

David Byrne and Brian Eno - Life is Long

[Thanks to Said the Gramophone for posting this track first. I know I plug that site a lot, but I don't think I do it nearly enough. It's easily the best music blog on the internet, and you should be reading it right now. In case you haven't noticed, it influences me pretty heavily, so...I dunno...just go! Also, you can buy the new David Byrne and Brian Eno album Everything That Happens Will Happen Today directly from David Byrne.]

Monday, August 25, 2008

With that smile

Love is a lot of things. It can be a tremor, or it can be the full earthquake. It can be the first snowflake, or it can be the entire snowfall. It's not always easy, and it doesn't always work, but at least you can say you've given it a shot.

In this case it's a single butterfly (or an entire swarm, depending on what type of person you are). From afar it can be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. It flaps its wings majestically, the colours swirling and coming together. It's the most simple and graceful thing alive.

But then you look a lot closer. It has all these tiny legs, it kind of looks like a creepy crawly, and all in all is sort of ugly. It really depends on where you want to look.

But even so, good luck finding many people who would say a butterfly is ugly. They see what makes them happy, they see it as they want to see it.

Sometimes it's good to have some perspective, to really understand something. But sometimes that knowledge just ruins things for us. Our ignorance is bliss, as they might say. People may argue that we should embrace knowledge, that it's what separates us from the animals. But isn't the point of life to enjoy it? There needs to be a line, where what we know doesn't destroy what we love.

David Ford - Go To Hell

[Wow, 15 days since my last post. Hopefully once I move into residence updates become a little more regular.]

Sunday, August 10, 2008

He's trash people

ThoompThoompThoompThoompThoomp

WeeooWeeooWeeooWeeooWeeooWeeooo

DanceDanceDanceDanceDanceDance

OohOohAahOohOohAah

1,2,3 Freeze.

The Rapture - No Sex For Ben

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

We only do what we're told

I can't find anything about this band. They have one EP (that I know of), they play fast, furious music (from what I've heard), and they might be broken up (I think).

The choruses explode, the solitary synth line meanders along, the vocals in the verses are restrained, the drums don't take any shit from anyone, and the rest of the music is no-nonsense and punk.

If you need a reference point...The Minutemen?

The Sea Attacks - Versus the Shores of Arch

[Speaking of the Minutemen, did you hear Mike Watt's bass was stolen while on tour with Iggy Pop? The whole band's equipment was stolen. Sucks too, that bass was a real piece of art.]