"Do you know where I've been?
I have climbed every mountain."
Hello dear earthlings.
It's been a while. What seems like a long, long while to me, but what could of course be the blink of an oversized eyelid to a giant. Time is relative, after all.
The planet has not changed shape in any dramatic fashion at least; I haven't been away that long. Our worlds however- I hope for all your sakes that they have changed. In strange, wonderful, unexplainable ways. I hope the the terrain now is different from how it was when... Well, whenever, really. Last week, last month, last year. As long as it happens, your alive.
Mine has. Our's have. Big schtyle.
It's a good place.
Wishing you love, and thundering bullets,
S.xxx
You're the Feeling of Hurting
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It feels somehow right that I have named this blog after a song by one of the people who shaped the way I see music, art, and by proxy, life, more than any other. That person is John Frusciante.
Curtains is a very special record to me. Moreso than Californication, or even Blood Sugar. Those might be better records, depending on how you see things, but then again, how you see things has fuck-all to do with how I do. For me, Curtains harks back to a strange time in my life. Strange, sad, cold, but somehow magical. John's tender, decidedly low-fi record brings all that back. It never fails to thrill me how albums can do that. But they can.
Change needs to happen. And it will.
S.xxx
Curtains is a very special record to me. Moreso than Californication, or even Blood Sugar. Those might be better records, depending on how you see things, but then again, how you see things has fuck-all to do with how I do. For me, Curtains harks back to a strange time in my life. Strange, sad, cold, but somehow magical. John's tender, decidedly low-fi record brings all that back. It never fails to thrill me how albums can do that. But they can.
Change needs to happen. And it will.
S.xxx
Look's Like From Here On Out, It's Just Me And You
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"There's my favourite rollercoaster,
Next to the blue water,
The one only sissies ride.
There's the sun, going down,
Creating that fluorescent glow.
Reminding me I'll never be able
To relive this day, except in memory."
- Mark Kozelek.
It's done. Resolved- the major third to that desperate minor second, the calming white to that fiery red.
Thank you for being so kind about it. So effortlessly, gracefully nice, so calm and so humble. I knew I didn't deserve you, and I was right, but such things would never cross your mind or blacken your tongue. True, for me, the outcome couldn't have been worse, but that's no fault of your's. Thank you.
I love you still.
S.xxx
Next to the blue water,
The one only sissies ride.
There's the sun, going down,
Creating that fluorescent glow.
Reminding me I'll never be able
To relive this day, except in memory."
- Mark Kozelek.
It's done. Resolved- the major third to that desperate minor second, the calming white to that fiery red.
Thank you for being so kind about it. So effortlessly, gracefully nice, so calm and so humble. I knew I didn't deserve you, and I was right, but such things would never cross your mind or blacken your tongue. True, for me, the outcome couldn't have been worse, but that's no fault of your's. Thank you.
I love you still.
S.xxx
An Ode to A Named Stranger
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Well hello there, universe. It's been a while.
You come upon a Shane who, after several unnecessary and frankly ghoulish alcohol-related incidents, is slowly but surely finding his feet again. No, not on a planet I would have chosen, everything's not quite right on this one, but it'll do for now. Put more simply, dear blog, I am still besotted.
Thankfully, another love is starting to make its mark too. I've thrown my wee self headlong into all things piano, and the sheer emotional power and range of the instrument is entrancing me. Those of you who havenae heard Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, or any of the man's piano work, do yourself a favour and find it; it's a perfect place to start. Rarely in a long time have I felt so utterly intoxicated by sounds, and, as all music lovers will know well, it's an exciting, dangerous, and magical thing.
Saw New Moon the other day. If you're thinking of going, don't, and if you have to, don't get your hopes up high- it's dreadful. I tried my absolute hardest to hate Twilight (the movie, that is), yet couldn't help getting carried along by the hormonal energy and passion of the thing. Yes, it's hideously cheesy, yes, it's aim of hitting teenage girls in the face couldn't be more obvious if Paramore were on the soundtrack (oh, wait...), but I adored it. Pray sorry. New Moon is a whole 'nother beast however. A beast whose had its momentum and shameless teenage heart transplanted for something far more dull and ordinary.
Christmas tests tomorrow. Should have studied. Haven't. So fucking what.
There's more I intended to talk about, but frankly, I'm not arsed.
Wop-a-din-din,
S.xxx
You come upon a Shane who, after several unnecessary and frankly ghoulish alcohol-related incidents, is slowly but surely finding his feet again. No, not on a planet I would have chosen, everything's not quite right on this one, but it'll do for now. Put more simply, dear blog, I am still besotted.
Thankfully, another love is starting to make its mark too. I've thrown my wee self headlong into all things piano, and the sheer emotional power and range of the instrument is entrancing me. Those of you who havenae heard Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, or any of the man's piano work, do yourself a favour and find it; it's a perfect place to start. Rarely in a long time have I felt so utterly intoxicated by sounds, and, as all music lovers will know well, it's an exciting, dangerous, and magical thing.
Saw New Moon the other day. If you're thinking of going, don't, and if you have to, don't get your hopes up high- it's dreadful. I tried my absolute hardest to hate Twilight (the movie, that is), yet couldn't help getting carried along by the hormonal energy and passion of the thing. Yes, it's hideously cheesy, yes, it's aim of hitting teenage girls in the face couldn't be more obvious if Paramore were on the soundtrack (oh, wait...), but I adored it. Pray sorry. New Moon is a whole 'nother beast however. A beast whose had its momentum and shameless teenage heart transplanted for something far more dull and ordinary.
Christmas tests tomorrow. Should have studied. Haven't. So fucking what.
There's more I intended to talk about, but frankly, I'm not arsed.
Wop-a-din-din,
S.xxx
I Only Once Upset My Kin...
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"If we don't know where we belong,
It'll make no difference to where we started,
Look out kid,
'Cause here it comes,
You're not the lucky ones."
-Simon Neil
Christ I love Biffy Clyro. Better still, I've fallen in love with Puzzle all over again. Stadium rock it may be, big anthemic fist-in-the-air tunes, but seeing them live brought it all home to me just how good that kind can be. Particularly striking was, despite the fact that they played lots of great old stuff (Hero fucking Managment anyone?), I really preferred the new stuff. It's a bit more grown up and mature, but like grown ups, it's also a bit more fleshed out and full. The Blackened Sky songs sounded a wee bit too adolescent in that setting, brilliant though they were. Bring on Only Revolutions! (and that fraction of flag I'm getting that's on the cover- that's very exciting, coz I'm a nerd).
Not much else to report for the time being, and I'm in a rush, so a sign off is in order.
Be well,
S.xxx
It'll make no difference to where we started,
Look out kid,
'Cause here it comes,
You're not the lucky ones."
-Simon Neil
Christ I love Biffy Clyro. Better still, I've fallen in love with Puzzle all over again. Stadium rock it may be, big anthemic fist-in-the-air tunes, but seeing them live brought it all home to me just how good that kind can be. Particularly striking was, despite the fact that they played lots of great old stuff (Hero fucking Managment anyone?), I really preferred the new stuff. It's a bit more grown up and mature, but like grown ups, it's also a bit more fleshed out and full. The Blackened Sky songs sounded a wee bit too adolescent in that setting, brilliant though they were. Bring on Only Revolutions! (and that fraction of flag I'm getting that's on the cover- that's very exciting, coz I'm a nerd).
Not much else to report for the time being, and I'm in a rush, so a sign off is in order.
Be well,
S.xxx
Mother, I Wanna Have Pins Stuck in My Ears
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Halloween night. 31st October. The Witching Season.
Halloween fucking night and I'm inside, on my own, on the computer. A new low?
It's a time for dark fun, running around in bonfire light, screaming in bewildering delight at all manner of things that go bang, whizz, screech. A strangely dangerous time. Alluring, edgy. Grown up, but not. Tribal.
None of that for me thanks, I'll just stay inside. Even if I didn't fucking want to.
S.xxx
Halloween fucking night and I'm inside, on my own, on the computer. A new low?
It's a time for dark fun, running around in bonfire light, screaming in bewildering delight at all manner of things that go bang, whizz, screech. A strangely dangerous time. Alluring, edgy. Grown up, but not. Tribal.
None of that for me thanks, I'll just stay inside. Even if I didn't fucking want to.
S.xxx
Everybody Dance Now
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Here are some random facts for you to chew over:
-13 year old kids don't enjoy Grey Britain by Gallows nearly enough. Also, I'm skinnier than almost all of them. Scratch that, all of them.
-Cadbury's Chocolate Machine's don't amuse me in the slightest, mainly because, upon purchasing them, one has to put money in them again just to get the fucking chocolate out.
-Similarly, obnoxiously flamboyant gay emo Lady Gaga fans are my worst nightmare. As are people called Ian.
-A nerd will always arrive at a gig before you. A rather cute, compulsively lovable nerd. He'll be first in the queue. Don't question that- it's the way the world works.
-A balding Scottish man called Neil is the nicest person on the planet.
-Pulled Apart By Horses enjoy interacting with their audience. Unfortunately, said Horses are the sweatiest men alive. Trust me. Because I know.
-Churds suffer from chronic deafness.
-Any Tony the Tiger-less set can cause combustion, impotence, and massive bouts of complaining from the average Manchester Orchestra fan. Another common side-effect is the potentially suicidal guilt felt by their shy, moustachioed guitarist.
-Drummers should not attempt to hide in box seats. This is for two main reasons: one, they're not very good at it, and two, it's prone to leave them vulnerable to the wrath of fat, bearded men in Activision t-shirts.
One other thing. Biffy Clyro will conquer the world, or I'm Hugh Hefner. They're fucking extraordinary.
A loving cloud of stink to you all,
S.xxx
-13 year old kids don't enjoy Grey Britain by Gallows nearly enough. Also, I'm skinnier than almost all of them. Scratch that, all of them.
-Cadbury's Chocolate Machine's don't amuse me in the slightest, mainly because, upon purchasing them, one has to put money in them again just to get the fucking chocolate out.
-Similarly, obnoxiously flamboyant gay emo Lady Gaga fans are my worst nightmare. As are people called Ian.
-A nerd will always arrive at a gig before you. A rather cute, compulsively lovable nerd. He'll be first in the queue. Don't question that- it's the way the world works.
-A balding Scottish man called Neil is the nicest person on the planet.
-Pulled Apart By Horses enjoy interacting with their audience. Unfortunately, said Horses are the sweatiest men alive. Trust me. Because I know.
-Churds suffer from chronic deafness.
-Any Tony the Tiger-less set can cause combustion, impotence, and massive bouts of complaining from the average Manchester Orchestra fan. Another common side-effect is the potentially suicidal guilt felt by their shy, moustachioed guitarist.
-Drummers should not attempt to hide in box seats. This is for two main reasons: one, they're not very good at it, and two, it's prone to leave them vulnerable to the wrath of fat, bearded men in Activision t-shirts.
One other thing. Biffy Clyro will conquer the world, or I'm Hugh Hefner. They're fucking extraordinary.
A loving cloud of stink to you all,
S.xxx
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