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03-19-2008, 03:12 AM
so, after a spring cleaning which lasted for exactly a week, give or a take a week, which renders the exactly*useless word flinging, i am now writing. fuck.
i wish i knew where to begin. it is a lot like Fickle-Blogging. I sort of make lists (not sort of, I kind of go List-Wilding*leaving adjectives and the trash cans in the alleys of the written word in TOTAL disorder. That’s right- I’m a rebel. I will knock over hundreds of*clichés before I settle on one that is just right for totally erasing and starting over. Like I said, I am badass*or as the french say “le stupid”.
Anyway it’s quiet now. I am listening to my favorite piece of music Requiem- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart who was born in 1756, right down the street from the mall. He hung out a lot at Jimmy’s Pizza Hut next to the BattleFire Arcade. I image he got most of his flow chatting with beautiful feminists at Chick-fil-A. I imagine he sat silently as they protested the truly stupid name of the establishment and scoffed at those bummer-fries that look like tic-tack-toe grids. God, the mall. I mean, time has just MOVED FUCKING ON because if you were a 1980’s kid like me you expected to be locked down in one of those when the whole zombie thing finally happened. But no. We got internets. I suppose that at least covers the zombie half of that movie theater prediction.
The version I love the most (so far) of Mozart’s Requiem is Herbert von Karajan and the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra recording from 1962. Wilma Lipp destroys*the soprano part, I mean, she sounds like she is singing from heaven where ever that is (Forbidden Planet Comics, The Strand….you decide)
Anyway Master JS caffeine Ninja don’t gimme no grief tomorrow I already started and am on my way down the river of tuneage. I struck out HARD at Bed, Bath and Beyond tonight people. I mean, I had a rather fool proof list and at some point I just looked at that f’n blew cart and my list and I heard myself mumble something similar to “what in gods name am I doing here” which proceeded the bail. Good thing too. I didn’t need lawn chair umbrella’s. They were so pretty though. hmph.
So I won’t be Fickle-Blogging here this week. I have to write this record. I mean, this is the second draft. By second draft I mean, this is a whole new batch of tunes. The last batch was fine and maybe even some of it was rad. But my head did not catch on fire. At least not totally. I am sure I burnt more than a few by accident but all that house dust acted as a wonderful repellant.
So anyway, off to work I go. I will check back in here with (myself/no one) just as soon as I am on the other side of the words.
A man needs things to do lest he become a knot of the overlong root hanging into the river, preventing the winter-worn debris from finding it’s way downstream so that we might collect those things later and build the frames of the boats we might use in our golden days, to at last cast off and see the sky with it’s winded hands playing with clouds, to better see us down here, in all our golden sunlit glory.
I only wish to hit the walls of time that fateful day knowing I believed in the power of the word, the discipline of the craft, and the belief that somewhere, somehow, it might mumble to new ears and say to them, “hey this is stupid, but listen to that chorus, almost like Dokken, right?”
Goodnight Me Looking at My Fickle-Blog.
See you at the mall when the shit goes down at the cemetery (cue lighting….chewbacca and company Places please…costume please put the medals on them- Harrison act happy……okay quiet on the set….and….ACTION!)
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i wish i knew where to begin. it is a lot like Fickle-Blogging. I sort of make lists (not sort of, I kind of go List-Wilding*leaving adjectives and the trash cans in the alleys of the written word in TOTAL disorder. That’s right- I’m a rebel. I will knock over hundreds of*clichés before I settle on one that is just right for totally erasing and starting over. Like I said, I am badass*or as the french say “le stupid”.
Anyway it’s quiet now. I am listening to my favorite piece of music Requiem- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart who was born in 1756, right down the street from the mall. He hung out a lot at Jimmy’s Pizza Hut next to the BattleFire Arcade. I image he got most of his flow chatting with beautiful feminists at Chick-fil-A. I imagine he sat silently as they protested the truly stupid name of the establishment and scoffed at those bummer-fries that look like tic-tack-toe grids. God, the mall. I mean, time has just MOVED FUCKING ON because if you were a 1980’s kid like me you expected to be locked down in one of those when the whole zombie thing finally happened. But no. We got internets. I suppose that at least covers the zombie half of that movie theater prediction.
The version I love the most (so far) of Mozart’s Requiem is Herbert von Karajan and the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra recording from 1962. Wilma Lipp destroys*the soprano part, I mean, she sounds like she is singing from heaven where ever that is (Forbidden Planet Comics, The Strand….you decide)
Anyway Master JS caffeine Ninja don’t gimme no grief tomorrow I already started and am on my way down the river of tuneage. I struck out HARD at Bed, Bath and Beyond tonight people. I mean, I had a rather fool proof list and at some point I just looked at that f’n blew cart and my list and I heard myself mumble something similar to “what in gods name am I doing here” which proceeded the bail. Good thing too. I didn’t need lawn chair umbrella’s. They were so pretty though. hmph.
So I won’t be Fickle-Blogging here this week. I have to write this record. I mean, this is the second draft. By second draft I mean, this is a whole new batch of tunes. The last batch was fine and maybe even some of it was rad. But my head did not catch on fire. At least not totally. I am sure I burnt more than a few by accident but all that house dust acted as a wonderful repellant.
So anyway, off to work I go. I will check back in here with (myself/no one) just as soon as I am on the other side of the words.
A man needs things to do lest he become a knot of the overlong root hanging into the river, preventing the winter-worn debris from finding it’s way downstream so that we might collect those things later and build the frames of the boats we might use in our golden days, to at last cast off and see the sky with it’s winded hands playing with clouds, to better see us down here, in all our golden sunlit glory.
I only wish to hit the walls of time that fateful day knowing I believed in the power of the word, the discipline of the craft, and the belief that somewhere, somehow, it might mumble to new ears and say to them, “hey this is stupid, but listen to that chorus, almost like Dokken, right?”
Goodnight Me Looking at My Fickle-Blog.
See you at the mall when the shit goes down at the cemetery (cue lighting….chewbacca and company Places please…costume please put the medals on them- Harrison act happy……okay quiet on the set….and….ACTION!)
More... (http://dradamsfilms.com/post/29258975)