Saturday, January 21, 2006
At the ripe young age of 25 I’m sitting behind this computer screen contemplating the make ups of a cultural icon. Reading that first sentence alone sounds really grandiose even for the standard of my pretentious blogging ways. So yes, being a product of the 80’s I grew up in the grunge era. The days where every rock type music with distorted guitars were lumped into the genre of “Alternative.” This also highlights the first demise of a fad when the Alternative grunge hero the charismatic musical icon Kurt Cobain perished. He was questionably destined to be the most influential icon and could have championed cultural revolutions the likes that had only been done before by The Beatles. His suicide took away that chance. Marked by my past insights read since Cobain’s entrance to the grave still resonates like the anthems he wrote to build my generation of music.
The current generation of music is insipid. It’s filled predominately with talented musicians that use adhoc techniques to singe their musical influences in a garbage can of Pro-Tools and spit out the sound for a marketing success in mass consumption. It’s like that movie The Island where people are isolated to living in this underground incubator. The biggest hope in their life is to win the lottery and be picked to go above ground to The Island, which is this unseen paradise, portrayed to be this divine existence. An underling theme of the movie, one which permeates in the current music industry, is that there is an unlimited amount of human flesh and blood (bands) with only a very small finite amount of people destined for paradise and as all these people try to push their lives toward this dream they rarely question, Who’s the man behind the curtain?
Cobain's words taken from a Guitar One interview highlight his dissatisfaction with the music scene at the time:
“Every band since the mid- ‘80s has surfaced in a revival act. It’s a sure sign that rock is slowly dying. There’s nothing like wallowing in the past when everything in the future looks bleak. It happens in every art form. When they’re afraid of what’s in front of them, they always look back. They’ll reach a plateau, and they’ll think everything’s been done, but in reality, they’re just not thinking hard enough. They’re just stalled. If everybody gives up, though, that’s when things start to die.”
I guess that sums it up most clearly. Tonight just shoved those words right up my ass as I spent my time relishing in the sonic palettes of the current mainstream music. The bands
Weather and We Are Scientists offered up the regurgitated formula detailed herein. Weather’s singer Sean Campbell borrows archetypical vocal forms from Dave Matthew’s Band for the opening track All This Time released on their album Calling Up My Bad Side. Then Campbell feels like a change of approach so what strategy is implemented? Skip to track 9 Short & Sweet and Campbell does a little singer witch craft trick by calling the force of Sting into his vocal chords creating a song that sounds like an original tune where Sting came into the studio for a guest appearance as lead singer. W.A.S.’s songs sound like the accumulation of every new wave guitar hero that came before them infused with punk tempos and emo lines that’s I don’t even care to get more specific than that…because that’s what IT is, General. They are engaged in a revival act designed to aid in the demise of original music. They are bands that are talented but complacent rendering a sound too much like the musicians they wish to emulate. Listening to the mainstream today is akin to what it must have felt like listening to the mainstream of the 80s. I can’t imagine being 25-years-old when hair metal ruled the world and the content of the music was superceded by the showman ship of the band’s musical wanking ability.
So what’s an icon? In a world of John Lennon fans it’s someone with something to say. In a world Cobain fans it’s someone with something to say. They could take the simplest of lines and make them powerful and pop at the same time. I disagree with Cobain in the fact that people aren’t thinking hard enough. I don’t know about you but I think it would take a lot of concentration to sound like DMB for one song and then switch it up to Sting for the next. I agree with Cobain in the fact that people aren’t thinking hard enough because people aren’t questioning their sources. The stall of the 80s and in this generation is one in the same; it’s based on fruitless recycling. An artist should never stall on the epitaph of their predecessors rather they should implore their soul and reflect this world through the medium of their work. There is a man behind the curtain and an icon paints a vivid picture of him for the world to see.
The current generation of music is insipid. It’s filled predominately with talented musicians that use adhoc techniques to singe their musical influences in a garbage can of Pro-Tools and spit out the sound for a marketing success in mass consumption. It’s like that movie The Island where people are isolated to living in this underground incubator. The biggest hope in their life is to win the lottery and be picked to go above ground to The Island, which is this unseen paradise, portrayed to be this divine existence. An underling theme of the movie, one which permeates in the current music industry, is that there is an unlimited amount of human flesh and blood (bands) with only a very small finite amount of people destined for paradise and as all these people try to push their lives toward this dream they rarely question, Who’s the man behind the curtain?
Cobain's words taken from a Guitar One interview highlight his dissatisfaction with the music scene at the time:
“Every band since the mid- ‘80s has surfaced in a revival act. It’s a sure sign that rock is slowly dying. There’s nothing like wallowing in the past when everything in the future looks bleak. It happens in every art form. When they’re afraid of what’s in front of them, they always look back. They’ll reach a plateau, and they’ll think everything’s been done, but in reality, they’re just not thinking hard enough. They’re just stalled. If everybody gives up, though, that’s when things start to die.”
I guess that sums it up most clearly. Tonight just shoved those words right up my ass as I spent my time relishing in the sonic palettes of the current mainstream music. The bands
Weather and We Are Scientists offered up the regurgitated formula detailed herein. Weather’s singer Sean Campbell borrows archetypical vocal forms from Dave Matthew’s Band for the opening track All This Time released on their album Calling Up My Bad Side. Then Campbell feels like a change of approach so what strategy is implemented? Skip to track 9 Short & Sweet and Campbell does a little singer witch craft trick by calling the force of Sting into his vocal chords creating a song that sounds like an original tune where Sting came into the studio for a guest appearance as lead singer. W.A.S.’s songs sound like the accumulation of every new wave guitar hero that came before them infused with punk tempos and emo lines that’s I don’t even care to get more specific than that…because that’s what IT is, General. They are engaged in a revival act designed to aid in the demise of original music. They are bands that are talented but complacent rendering a sound too much like the musicians they wish to emulate. Listening to the mainstream today is akin to what it must have felt like listening to the mainstream of the 80s. I can’t imagine being 25-years-old when hair metal ruled the world and the content of the music was superceded by the showman ship of the band’s musical wanking ability.
So what’s an icon? In a world of John Lennon fans it’s someone with something to say. In a world Cobain fans it’s someone with something to say. They could take the simplest of lines and make them powerful and pop at the same time. I disagree with Cobain in the fact that people aren’t thinking hard enough. I don’t know about you but I think it would take a lot of concentration to sound like DMB for one song and then switch it up to Sting for the next. I agree with Cobain in the fact that people aren’t thinking hard enough because people aren’t questioning their sources. The stall of the 80s and in this generation is one in the same; it’s based on fruitless recycling. An artist should never stall on the epitaph of their predecessors rather they should implore their soul and reflect this world through the medium of their work. There is a man behind the curtain and an icon paints a vivid picture of him for the world to see.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Long Way From, Long Time Since-The Impossibles
Current mood: tired
Category: Blogging
It’s back to the rigorous routine where every last second must be expended to the resources of effectiveness and efficiencies (I know those are concepts and not resources. But hey I’m the one typing here.) It’s in these hamster wheel moments, that if one took a second to observe, the fictitious nature of time rears its undeniable face. Time too is a concept and according to the special theory of relativity thanks to good ole’ Einstein we realize that everyman/woman has his/her own relation to time. If you were to read a Brief History of Time the brain in the wheel chair guy explains it all. It’s crazy to note that when the sun dies it will be seen at different stages as compared to where you are on the event horizon and in fact would have been dead for a while before you’d been aware of its fate. To digress from theory for a bit, tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me there aren’t days that feel like minutes and seconds that feel like hours. We’ve all sat in the classroom or meeting while it’s snowing outside with the roads getting slicker and our stomachs begin to rumble. Have you ever been in that situation and looked at the clock? I don’t know about you but I swear it seems to move backward. Or how about waking up in the morning? In Spanish they call it despertarse. I can’t think of a more appropriate cognate. I know I- feel desperation in the morning when it’s 4:45 am and the cacophony of my two alarms siren their ominous orchestra. The snooze button always seems to get hit, at least once. Then in a mad rush to leave for work time seems to be anything but working for you…. it passes by in blinks and before you know it, your late. I’ve read a ton of Alan Watts and dabbled here and there in Buddhism for about seven years now and I can’t really give a tangible explanation of what the purpose of meditation is. All I know is I went to the Zendo and meditation is something my western mind is ill equipped to execute. If I’m going to go out on a limb and give a reason why I think they meditate I would say it was to get into the now. All of this rushing and running and sickening moving around like chickens with our heads cut off, we rarely find time just to be present, calm and observational. Time is fictisous but it’s got us wound up tighter than any nuclear reactor that can send spacecrafts to Pluto and one day we will explode…unless we learn to be present. My girlfriend’s mother gave me bit of advice that really drives this idea home. If you’re feeling overwhelmed with obligations and you feel like your grasping for time as if its water in your clenched fists (the harder you grip the more it gets squeezed out) then goes to your microwave and put the timer on for a minute. Turn away from the clock and just sit/stand there and do nothing. Just actually feel how long a minute is. A lot can happen in that time…now if I could just wake up.
WoW I'm listening to music...what a suprise!!!!
The Impossibles-Brick Bomb
Currently listening:
4 Song Brick Bomb
By Impossibles
Release date: By 12 June, 2001
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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Dr. Mr. Jeff Foxworthy
Current mood: tired
Category: Blogging
Look around everyday and you see the signs. We live in the city whose best-known invention is the boot. You know that little yellow fucker that prevents your car from driving if you haven’t paid your parking tickets? When people across America can’t drive their car…they get to thank Colorado. We live in a city whose main claim to fame is the fact we happen to be 5,280 feet above sea level. I don’t know about you but I see a lot of people around town who look like their brain cells need every last oxygen molecule they can get. Face it all you fellow Colorado natives we live in a place that will stop at nothing to look like the cool square on the map. In Denver alone we’ll riot for winning sports teams while supporting a government who lies about ballot issues like referendum C and D so they pass. Once C passed what did they do? They pull back the promised money for higher education and public programs to allocate them to good old fashion suburbia sprawling roads. When I say sprawl, I do mean the very definition of sprawl. New housing developments are popping up in the metro area like zits on Jessica Simpson when doing those Proactiv commercials.
Since I’m a Coloradian I only get my information from the most prestigious of sources. Have you ever listened to Jeff Foxworthy? He has this astute theory on why Southerners appear stupid. He claims that television focuses more on the white trash inbreed culture of the south rather then on the doctors, scientists and lawyers; therefore giving Southerners a bad rap.
Well Mr. Foxworthy have you ever saddled up and gave Denver a pony ride? All one would have to do is pick up a copy of Tuesday’s local paper (The Rocky Mountain News January 17) and turn to page 5A to find Kevin Vaughan’s story, A tale of two cities. We don’t need a T.V. to under-represent our intelligence when we have the fine journalism of our own hometown writers to speak for us. Last week Denver beat New England to win a spot in the AFC division championship. To type it mildly, WE ARE A SPORTS TOWN so of course anything Broncos is deemed newsworthy and susceptible to reflecting our values.
Using delayed lead tactics to magically weave a fourth grader fluff story, Vaughn comes up with some powerful sentences like, “Denver and Pittsburg.” Or how about, “The Broncos and Steelers.” His eloquent use of vocabulary and creative verve also shot out a nice two sentence transition paragraph, “And yet.” Oh I too remember the good ole’ days of high school newspaper layout when words were nothing more than black icons used to fill the awful void called white space.
Not much for print journalism to educate in these neck of the woods the article grasps at everything to reach nothing more then the tried and true statistic hoopla of professional sports. We all know the roll call here where Mr. Statistico browses the web to come up with the most obscure and irrelevant similarities and differences. Like how many times a team has faced each other in the playoffs as compared to other teams they faced. Boring! (Did you like my one word sentence?) Then Vaughan ends it with the powerful and informative paragraph by saying the winner of the game goes to the Super Bowl. Really? (There’s that one word thing again.) He describes the game as, “…the battle with the Roman numerals in its name.” And I thought the XL meant the shirt size all those rough and tough football player guys wore???
To top this riveting sport’s poem off, the page came equipped with delightful compare and contrast statistics for all you math minds out there. These stats were so impeccably picked to paint only the most flattering picture of our Mile High city. Apparently men rule in Denver while Females rule in Pittsburgh. This concept is founded on the fact that Denver has a massive 1% more male population then women. While females out number men in Pittsburgh by almost 5%, guys tell me why this is a good thing? I can tell males rule in Denver because we were dumb enough to spend $132 million more on a football stadium built at the same time as our Pittsburgh counterparts. If our women tried to tell us Denver men to spend our money on more important things, then do you know how we responded??? (Well I do now because these lovely compiled stats rest on the page for all to be proud about.) We responded by divorcing them bitches because it’s apparently a good thing that we have a 3.6% higher divorce rate then our rival town. That’s not the end of the brilliantly compiled information…oh no, if you want to live it up in Denver good for you. They don’t call us the Mile High city for our altitude alone…no our median home value is 4X’s higher then that of Pittsburg which says a lot in regards to our quality of living when our median income is a whopping $10,000 more than theirs.
This story was like of a sophisticated haiku; it left the reader with more questions than answers. My personal question is:
“Rocky Mountain News, are you trying to make Denver look stupid?”
Hey who knows, maybe Foxworthy’s new stand up routine will be about us.
Long Way From, Long Time Since-The Impossibles
Current mood: tired
Category: Blogging
It’s back to the rigorous routine where every last second must be expended to the resources of effectiveness and efficiencies (I know those are concepts and not resources. But hey I’m the one typing here.) It’s in these hamster wheel moments, that if one took a second to observe, the fictitious nature of time rears its undeniable face. Time too is a concept and according to the special theory of relativity thanks to good ole’ Einstein we realize that everyman/woman has his/her own relation to time. If you were to read a Brief History of Time the brain in the wheel chair guy explains it all. It’s crazy to note that when the sun dies it will be seen at different stages as compared to where you are on the event horizon and in fact would have been dead for a while before you’d been aware of its fate. To digress from theory for a bit, tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me there aren’t days that feel like minutes and seconds that feel like hours. We’ve all sat in the classroom or meeting while it’s snowing outside with the roads getting slicker and our stomachs begin to rumble. Have you ever been in that situation and looked at the clock? I don’t know about you but I swear it seems to move backward. Or how about waking up in the morning? In Spanish they call it despertarse. I can’t think of a more appropriate cognate. I know I- feel desperation in the morning when it’s 4:45 am and the cacophony of my two alarms siren their ominous orchestra. The snooze button always seems to get hit, at least once. Then in a mad rush to leave for work time seems to be anything but working for you…. it passes by in blinks and before you know it, your late. I’ve read a ton of Alan Watts and dabbled here and there in Buddhism for about seven years now and I can’t really give a tangible explanation of what the purpose of meditation is. All I know is I went to the Zendo and meditation is something my western mind is ill equipped to execute. If I’m going to go out on a limb and give a reason why I think they meditate I would say it was to get into the now. All of this rushing and running and sickening moving around like chickens with our heads cut off, we rarely find time just to be present, calm and observational. Time is fictisous but it’s got us wound up tighter than any nuclear reactor that can send spacecrafts to Pluto and one day we will explode…unless we learn to be present. My girlfriend’s mother gave me bit of advice that really drives this idea home. If you’re feeling overwhelmed with obligations and you feel like your grasping for time as if its water in your clenched fists (the harder you grip the more it gets squeezed out) then goes to your microwave and put the timer on for a minute. Turn away from the clock and just sit/stand there and do nothing. Just actually feel how long a minute is. A lot can happen in that time…now if I could just wake up.
WoW I'm listening to music...what a suprise!!!!
The Impossibles-Brick Bomb
Currently listening:
4 Song Brick Bomb
By Impossibles
Release date: By 12 June, 2001
9:44 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Dr. Mr. Jeff Foxworthy
Current mood: tired
Category: Blogging
Look around everyday and you see the signs. We live in the city whose best-known invention is the boot. You know that little yellow fucker that prevents your car from driving if you haven’t paid your parking tickets? When people across America can’t drive their car…they get to thank Colorado. We live in a city whose main claim to fame is the fact we happen to be 5,280 feet above sea level. I don’t know about you but I see a lot of people around town who look like their brain cells need every last oxygen molecule they can get. Face it all you fellow Colorado natives we live in a place that will stop at nothing to look like the cool square on the map. In Denver alone we’ll riot for winning sports teams while supporting a government who lies about ballot issues like referendum C and D so they pass. Once C passed what did they do? They pull back the promised money for higher education and public programs to allocate them to good old fashion suburbia sprawling roads. When I say sprawl, I do mean the very definition of sprawl. New housing developments are popping up in the metro area like zits on Jessica Simpson when doing those Proactiv commercials.
Since I’m a Coloradian I only get my information from the most prestigious of sources. Have you ever listened to Jeff Foxworthy? He has this astute theory on why Southerners appear stupid. He claims that television focuses more on the white trash inbreed culture of the south rather then on the doctors, scientists and lawyers; therefore giving Southerners a bad rap.
Well Mr. Foxworthy have you ever saddled up and gave Denver a pony ride? All one would have to do is pick up a copy of Tuesday’s local paper (The Rocky Mountain News January 17) and turn to page 5A to find Kevin Vaughan’s story, A tale of two cities. We don’t need a T.V. to under-represent our intelligence when we have the fine journalism of our own hometown writers to speak for us. Last week Denver beat New England to win a spot in the AFC division championship. To type it mildly, WE ARE A SPORTS TOWN so of course anything Broncos is deemed newsworthy and susceptible to reflecting our values.
Using delayed lead tactics to magically weave a fourth grader fluff story, Vaughn comes up with some powerful sentences like, “Denver and Pittsburg.” Or how about, “The Broncos and Steelers.” His eloquent use of vocabulary and creative verve also shot out a nice two sentence transition paragraph, “And yet.” Oh I too remember the good ole’ days of high school newspaper layout when words were nothing more than black icons used to fill the awful void called white space.
Not much for print journalism to educate in these neck of the woods the article grasps at everything to reach nothing more then the tried and true statistic hoopla of professional sports. We all know the roll call here where Mr. Statistico browses the web to come up with the most obscure and irrelevant similarities and differences. Like how many times a team has faced each other in the playoffs as compared to other teams they faced. Boring! (Did you like my one word sentence?) Then Vaughan ends it with the powerful and informative paragraph by saying the winner of the game goes to the Super Bowl. Really? (There’s that one word thing again.) He describes the game as, “…the battle with the Roman numerals in its name.” And I thought the XL meant the shirt size all those rough and tough football player guys wore???
To top this riveting sport’s poem off, the page came equipped with delightful compare and contrast statistics for all you math minds out there. These stats were so impeccably picked to paint only the most flattering picture of our Mile High city. Apparently men rule in Denver while Females rule in Pittsburgh. This concept is founded on the fact that Denver has a massive 1% more male population then women. While females out number men in Pittsburgh by almost 5%, guys tell me why this is a good thing? I can tell males rule in Denver because we were dumb enough to spend $132 million more on a football stadium built at the same time as our Pittsburgh counterparts. If our women tried to tell us Denver men to spend our money on more important things, then do you know how we responded??? (Well I do now because these lovely compiled stats rest on the page for all to be proud about.) We responded by divorcing them bitches because it’s apparently a good thing that we have a 3.6% higher divorce rate then our rival town. That’s not the end of the brilliantly compiled information…oh no, if you want to live it up in Denver good for you. They don’t call us the Mile High city for our altitude alone…no our median home value is 4X’s higher then that of Pittsburg which says a lot in regards to our quality of living when our median income is a whopping $10,000 more than theirs.
This story was like of a sophisticated haiku; it left the reader with more questions than answers. My personal question is:
“Rocky Mountain News, are you trying to make Denver look stupid?”
Hey who knows, maybe Foxworthy’s new stand up routine will be about us.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Chauvinistic
I know I’m young but being 25 and just finishing up my B.A. for the first time makes me feel old. I mean come on now!!! I look around my classes and I see the oozed drenched faces of freshly pop zits. In my Espanol class my professor asked a girl in Spanish what she drinks when she goes out dancing. She responded, “water.” The entire class ruffled and started questioning, “what??” To which our barely legal friend replied, “I’m only 18.” I don’t exactly live in a cage but I know even at 25 I’m not up to date on the new trends, technologies and most importantly style. Today fed proof to the pudding as my contemplative inspiring voiced Nature of Language professor was giving her lecture. I started to look around my hormone infested cesspool of a class as my mind drifted into a deep reverie. I looked down (don’t ask me why.) I looked up and I looked down again and noticed the perfectly rounded awe-inspiring bulge protruding from my new Banana Republic jeans. I started thinking, “That guy has a nice package.” Then I remembered “What a minute!!!” I’m looking at me. I did a triple take and I realized WOW this is me, but not really. It’s sad to say at 25 I feel like I’ve already cashed in on my clubbing days. But feelings aside, I can’t even remember the last time I went clubbing. It has to have been 2 years at least. I lost touch with the fawn grazing the meadows being young in search of the many doe to rumble the hillside with. For many it would be embarrassing to say such things in this juncture of their youth but I proudly say that the last few years I haven’t made clothing purchases at department stores. It’s been all thrift stores shopping for me baby…ggggrrrr. As I’ve said before I’m not update with all the hoopla of the nows, so as my eyes gazed fixed on my (what I call a jeaner) I can’t help but wonder if these jeans are made to simulate a man with a perfect package??? My jeans are just too perfectly choreographed to rest in such a position. The way the pant legs rest snug against my legs with no flack until reaching the mound on top of my front side…. it’s just too perfectly planed. It sounds absurd but it’s not really; if you think about it women have padded bras to add size and similarly they have wonder bras to aid in firmness. It’s perfectly acceptable to think that my generation has pulled a fast one on me and now makes jeans that come equipped to display the most perfectly shaped jeaner. All a guy now has to do is buy a new pair of Banana Republic jeans (which by the way I only got this year as Christmas and birthday presents because I complained to everyone that I needed them) and stuff a sock in the all ready made compartment for some maintained girth and your good to go. I can see why a guy in need would want such a thing...everyone but me that is. What’s up with my generation? Don’t they have any balls?
I know I’m young but being 25 and just finishing up my B.A. for the first time makes me feel old. I mean come on now!!! I look around my classes and I see the oozed drenched faces of freshly pop zits. In my Espanol class my professor asked a girl in Spanish what she drinks when she goes out dancing. She responded, “water.” The entire class ruffled and started questioning, “what??” To which our barely legal friend replied, “I’m only 18.” I don’t exactly live in a cage but I know even at 25 I’m not up to date on the new trends, technologies and most importantly style. Today fed proof to the pudding as my contemplative inspiring voiced Nature of Language professor was giving her lecture. I started to look around my hormone infested cesspool of a class as my mind drifted into a deep reverie. I looked down (don’t ask me why.) I looked up and I looked down again and noticed the perfectly rounded awe-inspiring bulge protruding from my new Banana Republic jeans. I started thinking, “That guy has a nice package.” Then I remembered “What a minute!!!” I’m looking at me. I did a triple take and I realized WOW this is me, but not really. It’s sad to say at 25 I feel like I’ve already cashed in on my clubbing days. But feelings aside, I can’t even remember the last time I went clubbing. It has to have been 2 years at least. I lost touch with the fawn grazing the meadows being young in search of the many doe to rumble the hillside with. For many it would be embarrassing to say such things in this juncture of their youth but I proudly say that the last few years I haven’t made clothing purchases at department stores. It’s been all thrift stores shopping for me baby…ggggrrrr. As I’ve said before I’m not update with all the hoopla of the nows, so as my eyes gazed fixed on my (what I call a jeaner) I can’t help but wonder if these jeans are made to simulate a man with a perfect package??? My jeans are just too perfectly choreographed to rest in such a position. The way the pant legs rest snug against my legs with no flack until reaching the mound on top of my front side…. it’s just too perfectly planed. It sounds absurd but it’s not really; if you think about it women have padded bras to add size and similarly they have wonder bras to aid in firmness. It’s perfectly acceptable to think that my generation has pulled a fast one on me and now makes jeans that come equipped to display the most perfectly shaped jeaner. All a guy now has to do is buy a new pair of Banana Republic jeans (which by the way I only got this year as Christmas and birthday presents because I complained to everyone that I needed them) and stuff a sock in the all ready made compartment for some maintained girth and your good to go. I can see why a guy in need would want such a thing...everyone but me that is. What’s up with my generation? Don’t they have any balls?
Sunday, January 15, 2006
I guess I can't post my long and drawn out stuff I wrote tonight due to computer compatability problems...great!!
Tonight was much more mild in comparison to last night. Last night my girl and I drank the night away while at Herman’s Hideaway and rough housed all the through the bands’ sets. It usually ends with her giving me a swift kick to the growing and I go to sleep with and ice pack…we’re so Sid and Nancy. I went to the piece o s bar that occupies more than its share of relevant space on the corner of Broadway and Iowa. The Boondocks Saints and Genial played. In my super inebriated state I was really getting into Genial's music. After reviewing the contents of the album I am quick to dismiss those guys as an Ataris rip off band and conclude my bad taste of music was a symptom of the firewater. The entire events played out more like a high school reunion. I saw a bunch of people I went to Hinkley with and got drunk…only now legally. My girlfriend was really drunk, drunk to the point of throwing up blood. Which is always a good thing. Not, it freaked me the F*** out and I was upset she brought herself to that limit. Rum makes people grumpy. Thank god my gout hasn’t acted up.
Tonight I actually sat and watched a Bronco playoff game that they won. My friend David has talked about his friend Andrew since I was 17 (8 years ago.) Finally, there was proof of the legend. As I hung out at his house for the game. I can’t really say much about tonight events except Andrew and his family was extremely kind but I didn’t really feel a click. I tried to get my pronoun interjections into the conversations but hey whatever. At 25 I feel the most anti-social as I’ve ever felt in my life. It could be my limited dabbles into the mood stimulator drugs (mainly alcohol.) Perhaps its just where I am in life, I’m trying to go to school and focus on music. Is it that I’m faltering in my people skills because of prolonged exposure to the cube??? It’s frigid in there. I think another major drawback in connecting with people is my non-TV consumption because well…I don’t have a TV. For the most part I always blame myself for my lack of social skills. It’s really no ones fault. I’m not around people who share the same passions I do. They have this little tab in MySpace that says, “Who would you like to meet?” I want to meet interesting people. To take that a step further interesting people are interested people. I can only talk about Seinfeld episodes I haven’t seen for so long (a them topic.) People can only talk about music they haven’t listened too for so long (a me topic.) but if everyone gave 2 shits of a hoot to make an effort to explore such concepts than maybe life would truly be lead into the moment. I always think things can be better/improved and I realize this is silly and really it’s a curse. One funny thing that happened tonight was Andrew made fun on my Mac computer by saying, “first you have to press the clover button and blank” etc. Yes, Macs do have goofy function keys. They do. One cool thing was he burned me a copy of Tom Green’s new rap cd that Mr. Green recently released…lol I guess it’s real hip hop. Full-blown real rap beats and all.
I guess the usual round of awkward moments did rear their ugly face this evening. My friend David is getting (in the word of a great psyc teacher) persnickety. He was trying to set up my computer on Andrew’s wireless Internet connection. He said he knew how to set up wireless networks on Macs. Then I was asking him if we needed to install drivers on this computer to have it work. He said, “he didn’t know.” I said, “I thought you knew how to set up wireless networks on Macs.” Then he said, “I never said that.”????? He started raising his tone with me so I got pissed but the moment atrophied and was forgotten. But then we were downstairs and David and I were alone with Andrew’s daughter Emma. She is this adorable 5-year-old. She was telling David this story about how mash potatoes were on her feet. David curtly responded, “Then don’t drop your mash potatoes on the floor!” I was like ok. Earlier, she was next to me on the computer and I was showing her Sudoku puzzles on my Mac. She was leaning forward to look at the screen and David told her to, “Get out of the way.” He didn’t say it too abrasive but those words in general are fairly rude. It was really awkward to me. I have never ever seen that handling kids side of David before. I know if it was my kid and I was having a bad day and they were being hyperactive or whatever I might be curt with my kid…that’s just a normal everyday family situation. I just can’t image being like that toward other people’s family. Especially since she wasn’t being bad or annoying at those times. Oh well it was different side of my friend. I’m sure I’m just being hypersensitive and it’s really nothing to be judgmental about. I’m probably too big of a softie when it comes to kids. I’m sure I’ll be a horrible parent. If I had kids and they looked up at me with those little eyes wanting something, I wouldn’t have it in me to say no. I wouldn’t probably learn that trait for many years and by that time it will be too late and my kids will be like those crazing zoo monkey kids on Dr. Phil. I guess that’s for a time far from now. David just wasn’t acting the way I would toward the cherished young ones but hey whatever. It’s his best friend’s daughter he’s probably like an uncle and that’s why I didn’t say anything.
Being around a kid tonight was one of the best parts but those best parts come in two-fold. Tonight’s stories went into the depths of horrible children atrocities of kids being kidnapped or dying in a babysitter’s house after it caught on fire. After hearing one of the tales I joked, “see right here what we are doing now (telling child horror stories) is my birth control.” But then I was upstairs ready to leave the house and it was Emma’s bedtime and she came over and gave my leg a hug and said goodnight (anti-birth control)…I basically melted and realized. One day I’m gonna have one of these things. It was so damn cute.
My fried David has his flaws as do I but at the end of the day I’m glad to know I have managed to keep such a cool person around in my life. God why am I writing such sentimental blog crap? Did I accidentally take one of my girlfriend’s birth control pills? My boobs are tender…lol…NOT!
Two at a time…how I like it.
Two Names You Go by:
01. Nick
02. Nick D
Two Parts of Your Heritage:
01. Latino
02. White
Two Things That Scare You:
01. Jail
02. Prison
Two of Your Everyday Essentials:
01. My girlfriend
02. Music
Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
01. Vintage classic Dunlop sweatshirt with pockets in the sides
02. Gray p.j. bottoms
Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists:
01. Tesla
02. Loverboy
Two Things You Want In a Relationship:
1. Chemistry
2. Conversation
Two Truths About Yourself:
01. I’m a new year’s baby
02. I’m a Denver native
Two Things You Hate:
01. DMB
02. Herman’s Hideaway
Two Physical Things That Appeal to You:
01. Eyes
02. Style
Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:
01. Guitar
02. Writing
Two Things You Want Really Badly:
01. Live off of my art
02. Go to M.I.T.
Two Places You Want to go on Vacation:
01. New Zealand
02. L.A.
Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
01. A little of this a little of that
02. Crazy crazy stuff.
Two people You Would Like to See Take This Quiz:
01. Paris Hilton
02. Brittney Spears (can they read and write??? I dare them to try.)
Tonight I actually sat and watched a Bronco playoff game that they won. My friend David has talked about his friend Andrew since I was 17 (8 years ago.) Finally, there was proof of the legend. As I hung out at his house for the game. I can’t really say much about tonight events except Andrew and his family was extremely kind but I didn’t really feel a click. I tried to get my pronoun interjections into the conversations but hey whatever. At 25 I feel the most anti-social as I’ve ever felt in my life. It could be my limited dabbles into the mood stimulator drugs (mainly alcohol.) Perhaps its just where I am in life, I’m trying to go to school and focus on music. Is it that I’m faltering in my people skills because of prolonged exposure to the cube??? It’s frigid in there. I think another major drawback in connecting with people is my non-TV consumption because well…I don’t have a TV. For the most part I always blame myself for my lack of social skills. It’s really no ones fault. I’m not around people who share the same passions I do. They have this little tab in MySpace that says, “Who would you like to meet?” I want to meet interesting people. To take that a step further interesting people are interested people. I can only talk about Seinfeld episodes I haven’t seen for so long (a them topic.) People can only talk about music they haven’t listened too for so long (a me topic.) but if everyone gave 2 shits of a hoot to make an effort to explore such concepts than maybe life would truly be lead into the moment. I always think things can be better/improved and I realize this is silly and really it’s a curse. One funny thing that happened tonight was Andrew made fun on my Mac computer by saying, “first you have to press the clover button and blank” etc. Yes, Macs do have goofy function keys. They do. One cool thing was he burned me a copy of Tom Green’s new rap cd that Mr. Green recently released…lol I guess it’s real hip hop. Full-blown real rap beats and all.
I guess the usual round of awkward moments did rear their ugly face this evening. My friend David is getting (in the word of a great psyc teacher) persnickety. He was trying to set up my computer on Andrew’s wireless Internet connection. He said he knew how to set up wireless networks on Macs. Then I was asking him if we needed to install drivers on this computer to have it work. He said, “he didn’t know.” I said, “I thought you knew how to set up wireless networks on Macs.” Then he said, “I never said that.”????? He started raising his tone with me so I got pissed but the moment atrophied and was forgotten. But then we were downstairs and David and I were alone with Andrew’s daughter Emma. She is this adorable 5-year-old. She was telling David this story about how mash potatoes were on her feet. David curtly responded, “Then don’t drop your mash potatoes on the floor!” I was like ok. Earlier, she was next to me on the computer and I was showing her Sudoku puzzles on my Mac. She was leaning forward to look at the screen and David told her to, “Get out of the way.” He didn’t say it too abrasive but those words in general are fairly rude. It was really awkward to me. I have never ever seen that handling kids side of David before. I know if it was my kid and I was having a bad day and they were being hyperactive or whatever I might be curt with my kid…that’s just a normal everyday family situation. I just can’t image being like that toward other people’s family. Especially since she wasn’t being bad or annoying at those times. Oh well it was different side of my friend. I’m sure I’m just being hypersensitive and it’s really nothing to be judgmental about. I’m probably too big of a softie when it comes to kids. I’m sure I’ll be a horrible parent. If I had kids and they looked up at me with those little eyes wanting something, I wouldn’t have it in me to say no. I wouldn’t probably learn that trait for many years and by that time it will be too late and my kids will be like those crazing zoo monkey kids on Dr. Phil. I guess that’s for a time far from now. David just wasn’t acting the way I would toward the cherished young ones but hey whatever. It’s his best friend’s daughter he’s probably like an uncle and that’s why I didn’t say anything.
Being around a kid tonight was one of the best parts but those best parts come in two-fold. Tonight’s stories went into the depths of horrible children atrocities of kids being kidnapped or dying in a babysitter’s house after it caught on fire. After hearing one of the tales I joked, “see right here what we are doing now (telling child horror stories) is my birth control.” But then I was upstairs ready to leave the house and it was Emma’s bedtime and she came over and gave my leg a hug and said goodnight (anti-birth control)…I basically melted and realized. One day I’m gonna have one of these things. It was so damn cute.
My fried David has his flaws as do I but at the end of the day I’m glad to know I have managed to keep such a cool person around in my life. God why am I writing such sentimental blog crap? Did I accidentally take one of my girlfriend’s birth control pills? My boobs are tender…lol…NOT!
Two at a time…how I like it.
Two Names You Go by:
01. Nick
02. Nick D
Two Parts of Your Heritage:
01. Latino
02. White
Two Things That Scare You:
01. Jail
02. Prison
Two of Your Everyday Essentials:
01. My girlfriend
02. Music
Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
01. Vintage classic Dunlop sweatshirt with pockets in the sides
02. Gray p.j. bottoms
Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists:
01. Tesla
02. Loverboy
Two Things You Want In a Relationship:
1. Chemistry
2. Conversation
Two Truths About Yourself:
01. I’m a new year’s baby
02. I’m a Denver native
Two Things You Hate:
01. DMB
02. Herman’s Hideaway
Two Physical Things That Appeal to You:
01. Eyes
02. Style
Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:
01. Guitar
02. Writing
Two Things You Want Really Badly:
01. Live off of my art
02. Go to M.I.T.
Two Places You Want to go on Vacation:
01. New Zealand
02. L.A.
Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
01. A little of this a little of that
02. Crazy crazy stuff.
Two people You Would Like to See Take This Quiz:
01. Paris Hilton
02. Brittney Spears (can they read and write??? I dare them to try.)
