Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Other restrictions apply.

So I missed Chuck's reading last night at Chapters. Oh well. I wanted to hear him read "Guts". But I am not as disappointed as I could be. He is over rated as a writer. A lot of people seem to think he is the cream of the crop. Two people that I hate when people think they are a god-send is Chuck and friggen Matt. Matt Good of course. Jesus Christ is he a fucking terrible musician. His lyrics are incredibly pretentious and annoying. Look at my obvious attempt to pathetically tug your heart strings little girls. My falsetto will just drive it home and send chills up the spine because I am a fuck who will never be a good artist. I almost similarily hate Radiohead. But not as much as Matt Good. Matt Good lovers are far more annoying as well too. And Matt Good isn't as good as Radiohead. I am listening to Odious Mortem right now. Jesus Christ is Cryptic Implosion a fucking great album. Oh yes readers. By the way I have decided to start name dropping a lot more band names and an album name or two of theirs. That way if anyone has any desire to get into technical music this would be a good place to start.

I have an extensive knowlege of profficient musicians. Not many things give me more joy then listening to a piece where the composition comes from years of study and pushing each other to the limits of music knowlege. Playing with odd beats and speeds and fingerings. Metal in my experience seems to be the genre packed with the most talent by a long shot. A lot of them classically and jazz trained. Metal is basically classical composition sped up and distorted. Find out for yourself. Listen to both sometime and discover the similarities. I have been having a conversation with Melissa Blevins lately. My old Pastor's wife. She seems to want to talk to me though I have no idea why. Probably in hopes of conversion. Which obviously won't happen. But I am generally always open to discussions. Even if it is a discussion where I am just denying someones belief as a reality. I think we have even gotten into moral discussions. I was defending that me saying fuck is not a problem any whatsoever. That the focus on our right wing society seems to quite be on our word choice.

We let our kids watch a shitload of murders a year on television. But if they say "fuck you" after shooting a guy in the face, then the kid will probably be told to no lnoger watch that show. Why is the fuck word the threshold? That to me is fucking rediculous. All words have their place and purpose. I don't believe in their being moral and immoral words. There are terms that are racist and full of hate of course. But even they can be used in the context of satire and humour pointing out the absurdity of such ignorance as racism. I have been getting into a discussion also with this girl from myspace. She is racist. Her name on myspace is basically ngrh8tr4life666. I of course talk to her. I won't blow her off because of what she thinks. Not very often I get an opportunity to have a discussion with someone that ignorant. But I also want to know reasons behind her fear and hate. Like who knows. Did she get raped by a black guy. Did she have a black step father who beat the shit out of her. You just don't know. But I want to. Because I don't believe these things just appear from nowhere.

Hate is rooted very deep generally. Oh and I know a lot of my readers. Pretty much all of them don't appreciate metal as I do. But check out these classical guitarists if you don't like your music "noisy. But ehre are two amazing ones. Leo Kottke and Leo Brower. They are amazing acoustic guitarists. Absolutely incredible. If you like instrumental bands check out Behold... The Arctopus. Do it. You won't regret it. It was fucking awesome hanging out with Mark Todd and Erro this past weekend. They are people that will sit down and appreciate good music with me. We listened to a lot of metal. Mark showed me a lot of licks on his guitar. He is an incredible man with that instrument in his hand. Do you ever get bored of people and want to throw them out of your life without having to actually do anything? Due to the fact that you just don't want to deal with them anymore? I do. Maybe it is you.

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