Thursday, January 29, 2009

Good Nights

As the days go by, I begin to realize more and more that the world doesn't care. It doesn't stop for me, for anyone. My days don't care what I have to do. I need to realize more that struggle is the way of life. My future doesn't give a shit that I'm "busy."

I've made my bed. I hate sleeping in it. If I want things, I need to reach and grab them. Pull them in close, never let go. It isn't about impressing other people or doing the things people say I need to.

What is it about then? This life is a snap. A blink, a wink. Wake up! This isn't the time to sit, sleep.

Learn flash? DO IT! Put tools in your belt! Learn how to swing that hammer.

Stop being so nice? Stop being so civil with the self-hate. Stop crying. You want to be like someone else? Be like you. Be you. You'll never go anywhere unless you start walking. Start running. Start. And don't stop.

It gets hard to open up those wings. Sometimes the last thing I want to do is bare my teeth. I don't want to step on toes. I don't want to trip over my own feet. But ya know, if you want to learn to run, learn to fall. Not everybody lives, but everyone dies.

Walk, run, grab, rise, learn, WORK! Don't go sit in Allen so you can feel like you're improving. Sit in Ballmer and IMPROVE! Take the chance to change.

Everyone has it rough. Everyone has hardship. Life isn't easy anywhere. Except here. Right now, you have it easy. You haven't learn to balance shit because you haven't had shit in a long time. You've had it so good. Realize it! Stop being so fucking happy about the fact that things are good. Recognize that these aren't the times to be patient.

Your days don't care what you've got to do.


Life is hard. Life is busy. Life is stressful as fuck. I get sick of dealing with people and their self-important attitudes; the way people think they are right and don't need to look around at the world. I get tired of the process. I have a hard time forcing my self to walk the line.

I do things I tell myself I shouldn't. Shouldn't be here, shouldn't drink as much, shouldn't be so hard on myself, shouldn't be so nice. I want to smoke. I miss the flame and the calm. I feel like I need to...defragment my brain. Remove the broken spaces and worn out places.

Then this comes.


Wings and Teeth.

You ever have those days that feel like you've just taken a long drag? Or popped the cap off a glass Coke bottle? The days that refresh. Where no matter how frustrated and compounded you feel, everything just melts away?

That'll be next Saturday. Promise Of Stress-less. Pledge Of forget the Struggle.

POS. Sims. Mictlan. Satyricon, PDX. Jan. 7th @ 8. Tix are $12.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Make an entrance

A two close friends and I went to the Neil Diamond concert the other night up in Portland. In our excitement waiting for Neil to begin, we couldn't help but discuss differerent possible entrances he could make and how awesome each would be. Continuing that discussion...

The first entrance we brought up was the "Jack Black." The "Jack Black" is accomplished when an artist, standing on stage with the coliseum lights off, is illuminated by a single beam of light. Mr. Black named this entrance in the hit film "School of Rock." An emotionally powerful entrance, this is only appropriate for a solo artist, such as Neil Diamond.

The "Sting." I'm not sure if this has actually been attempted, but the theoretical "Sting" entrance would require the artist (or, even more extreme, the entire band) to repel from the ceiling of the arena. This maneuver is inspired by Steve "Sting" Borden's entrance to WCW's March 1997 pay-per-view event, Uncensored. Sting repelled down 70 feet to take on the members to begin his historic battle against the nWo in which he ended up giving the Scorpion Death Drop to the principal members of the nWo.

One of the coolest entrances, though not possible in a closed arena, would have to be the "VOA" aka "The Hagar." On Sammy Hagar's first solo album after leaving Van Halen, Hagar is pictured parachuting onto the White House lawn. Therefore, an artist would have to successfully skydive and land on the stage, plug in his guitar, and begin rocking.

If Neil Diamond had correctly accomplished any of these three, or one of a number of other SWEET ENTRANCES, Rory may have jizzed in his pants.

Saturday, January 10, 2009


The trailer for Tim Burton's "9" is finally up.

As obsessed as I am with the life after the apocalypse, this movie seems to suggest humans are extinct. I don't know how I feel about that.

Wait. Yes I do.

This looks awesome.