Pissed Off Ready To Fucking Explode...
I am so glad, I am so FUCKING glad that I'm getting a guitar next month.
I have realized that it's a Goddamn necessity... I have songs literally coming out of my ears! I almost have to stop people on the street when they accidently fall out of my memory on the street like silver vases filled with "Samantha's Had It Up To Here!"-ness "Excuse me that's mine I dropped it out of my brain accidently.. Fuck you very much."... They are tough on the outside but incredibly fragile inside, and very precious, all my songs. They are alive again. Angry vibrant, funny, and they make shit happen. I'm litterally exploding with music! I look at the news and fifteen tracks spill out! I've become even more prolific especially after being so inspired by all things Brian Jonestown Massacre.
Anton Newcombe may be batshit crazy, but he's a total genious. And I think I understand the hows and whys of that, in a weird way. He's another Northern Soul. There's some reason why within hours of joining their message board and making one post I've made friends from two different neighbourhoods that are like a few train stops from where I grew up. Same musical pasts, same locations, some of us have been to the same shows, know common people and neighbours, went to uni at the same time! I'll be surprised if I don't catch up with some of my old crowd of evildoers through the far reaching sounds of the BJM.
But yeah I got notebooks full of lyrics and I hear basslines and barrechords in my head all day. It's time to start collecting and get back into musical shape. And come out with fangs sharpened and a myriad of effects pedals at the ready to take any listener into a neon wilderness.
I'm an idot and need a swift kick in the ego when I say "Oh, I'm past that now." or this next nice line of UTTER BOLLOCKS!
"The best I could do is like a bar band or cover band here" FUCK THAT SHITE! Those are excuses to spew my money away on vanities and immidiate gratification rather than what's important which is art dammit!. Fookin' hell! What have I been thinking? I tell everyone I know to do what makes them happy and I want to go into a carreer of what makes me break down and burn out when I have the absolute luxury of actually DOING what makes me happy? That right there is the definition of insantity It's time for me to Rock and fookin' Roll, that's what my dad would have wanted, it's what my mum wants, and in my heart, it's what I want. Why write the lyrics and hear the music and then just hide it? Why? WHY?
I should never be allowed to ever say shite like "Oh I'm no longer a musician now" FUCK THAT! Yer born one, you DIE one! And I was born one. So... now that that's sorted! heh...
Wow, an epic hail and thunderstorm today, when my guitar comes home, the first song I'm going to work on is an easy target... Not If You Were The last DJ On Earth... It just has to be done...
BTW if you want a great intro to the majesty of the BJM who I would join a cult and drink purple Koolaid and die for, you'll want to download Servo, actually no, just get everything you can... But start with Servo... and Open Heart Surgery, especially if love is doing your head in.
Trust. Me.
And Prozac Vs. Heroin is genious as are all their tracks, My God, it takes alot to astound me but this band did it... Yeah, it's all about these guys... Thank God for Anton Newcombe!
Or should I thank Anton Newcombe for Anton Newcombe? I think so... I mean he has claimed to be the Son of God several times.... Hrmmm... Uh... Trent? Sorry mate, here's your pink slip, you've officially been replaced. It's okay though, you still hold a high position in my blackened music industry heart. You're just a gold record instead of a platinum now, and it's not about sales it's about inspiration. This is inspiration incarnate. Like my brother and I, used to to say, yet another product of the Psychedellic Conception I guess... Oh my god and the track Vacuum Boots!!! You GOT to download and dig that baby!!
*kicks the world in the face*
I am so glad, I am so FUCKING glad that I'm getting a guitar next month.
I have realized that it's a Goddamn necessity... I have songs literally coming out of my ears! I almost have to stop people on the street when they accidently fall out of my memory on the street like silver vases filled with "Samantha's Had It Up To Here!"-ness "Excuse me that's mine I dropped it out of my brain accidently.. Fuck you very much."... They are tough on the outside but incredibly fragile inside, and very precious, all my songs. They are alive again. Angry vibrant, funny, and they make shit happen. I'm litterally exploding with music! I look at the news and fifteen tracks spill out! I've become even more prolific especially after being so inspired by all things Brian Jonestown Massacre.
Anton Newcombe may be batshit crazy, but he's a total genious. And I think I understand the hows and whys of that, in a weird way. He's another Northern Soul. There's some reason why within hours of joining their message board and making one post I've made friends from two different neighbourhoods that are like a few train stops from where I grew up. Same musical pasts, same locations, some of us have been to the same shows, know common people and neighbours, went to uni at the same time! I'll be surprised if I don't catch up with some of my old crowd of evildoers through the far reaching sounds of the BJM.
But yeah I got notebooks full of lyrics and I hear basslines and barrechords in my head all day. It's time to start collecting and get back into musical shape. And come out with fangs sharpened and a myriad of effects pedals at the ready to take any listener into a neon wilderness.
I'm an idot and need a swift kick in the ego when I say "Oh, I'm past that now." or this next nice line of UTTER BOLLOCKS!
"The best I could do is like a bar band or cover band here" FUCK THAT SHITE! Those are excuses to spew my money away on vanities and immidiate gratification rather than what's important which is art dammit!. Fookin' hell! What have I been thinking? I tell everyone I know to do what makes them happy and I want to go into a carreer of what makes me break down and burn out when I have the absolute luxury of actually DOING what makes me happy? That right there is the definition of insantity It's time for me to Rock and fookin' Roll, that's what my dad would have wanted, it's what my mum wants, and in my heart, it's what I want. Why write the lyrics and hear the music and then just hide it? Why? WHY?
I should never be allowed to ever say shite like "Oh I'm no longer a musician now" FUCK THAT! Yer born one, you DIE one! And I was born one. So... now that that's sorted! heh...
Wow, an epic hail and thunderstorm today, when my guitar comes home, the first song I'm going to work on is an easy target... Not If You Were The last DJ On Earth... It just has to be done...
BTW if you want a great intro to the majesty of the BJM who I would join a cult and drink purple Koolaid and die for, you'll want to download Servo, actually no, just get everything you can... But start with Servo... and Open Heart Surgery, especially if love is doing your head in.
Trust. Me.
And Prozac Vs. Heroin is genious as are all their tracks, My God, it takes alot to astound me but this band did it... Yeah, it's all about these guys... Thank God for Anton Newcombe!
Or should I thank Anton Newcombe for Anton Newcombe? I think so... I mean he has claimed to be the Son of God several times.... Hrmmm... Uh... Trent? Sorry mate, here's your pink slip, you've officially been replaced. It's okay though, you still hold a high position in my blackened music industry heart. You're just a gold record instead of a platinum now, and it's not about sales it's about inspiration. This is inspiration incarnate. Like my brother and I, used to to say, yet another product of the Psychedellic Conception I guess... Oh my god and the track Vacuum Boots!!! You GOT to download and dig that baby!!
*kicks the world in the face*