CAVLDRON ONE <> "A RADIANT ABYSS WHERE MEN EAT THEMSELVES. (HELL, WE'RE IN HELL.)"
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Jizzlobber by Faith No More from Angel Dust ]
I seem to make a habit out of doing a blog re-boot every year about this time. I make a go of it and perhaps stick with it for a month or two, but then get distracted and leave it all behind for the rest of the year. So, all I can say is that I intend to stick with it more than ever this time around, for what it's worth.
I intend to write at least once daily, but it's not going to be a journal kind of thing. I'll throw in bits from my life, but mostly this is going to be me writing about music, film, and the occasional pre-1995 videogame. (I have this kind of rule that I don't really like any videogame released after September 30, 1994, which was the date Doom II: Hell On Earth came out. However, notable exceptions are Doom 3 (I'm basically a fan of anything John Carmack does) and Jeff Minter's Space Giraffe.)
However, to set the tone and get some personal stuff out of the way, there was a full decade of my life where I'd be visiting my mom during this time of year. Very sadly though, she died of a stroke on October 26, 2011, hence said visits will never happen again. She was only 59, so it was unexpected and really horrible, as she was my best friend.
Fast-forward to right now, and I'm beginning the new year after having taken the latter half of 2012 making the move from an apartment to a house. It's a great place that I enjoy very much, and the location was initially brought to my attention by my new best friend, a lovely lady here in San Diego. So that makes it mean all the more to me. And I really didn't party much at all this holiday weekend, so I got a particularly good deal done around the homestead. (It's not a fixer-upper by any means, but I have so much stuff that I'm still having to find places for things, build shelving, etc.)
Having been particularly productive over the last few days has left me feeling pretty satisfied, albeit quite tired.
Now, on to the tune of the day, that being Faith No More's "Jizzlobber".
While it has my vote for most poorly titled song of all time (vocalist Mike Patton never has been all that great at titling songs, or even devising great lyrics, as far as I'm concerned), it's an insanely great bombast of intensity, followed by a coda comprised of organ and chorus which frankly always gives me goosebumps. Almost the entire song is extremely caustic and almost machine-like in its relentless intensity, and then with an abruptness that takes shape after an extended instrumental section, Patton reveals what might be his only mea culpa ever. Pleading "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again, this desperate admission fades until the requiem for his guilt is handsomely negotiated by the aforementioned coda. It may be a digital organ and choir, but if so, it doesn't sound at all cheap or thin.
And here's a very intense, live version of "Jizzlobber" in England back in the summer of '93. The quality is pretty crap, but you get a general feel for why Mike Patton is considered a bit of a madman onstage. (The little a cappella ode he sings at the beginning ("it's warm, and it's yellow, and it's all for me...") is quite possibly a reference to a urine-filled water bottle he might be toting there at the beginning. If so, no idea if it's his or someone else's, and no, he's not on any drugs. Except perhaps too much caffeine.)
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Jizzlobber by Faith No More from Angel Dust ]
I seem to make a habit out of doing a blog re-boot every year about this time. I make a go of it and perhaps stick with it for a month or two, but then get distracted and leave it all behind for the rest of the year. So, all I can say is that I intend to stick with it more than ever this time around, for what it's worth.
I intend to write at least once daily, but it's not going to be a journal kind of thing. I'll throw in bits from my life, but mostly this is going to be me writing about music, film, and the occasional pre-1995 videogame. (I have this kind of rule that I don't really like any videogame released after September 30, 1994, which was the date Doom II: Hell On Earth came out. However, notable exceptions are Doom 3 (I'm basically a fan of anything John Carmack does) and Jeff Minter's Space Giraffe.)
However, to set the tone and get some personal stuff out of the way, there was a full decade of my life where I'd be visiting my mom during this time of year. Very sadly though, she died of a stroke on October 26, 2011, hence said visits will never happen again. She was only 59, so it was unexpected and really horrible, as she was my best friend.
Fast-forward to right now, and I'm beginning the new year after having taken the latter half of 2012 making the move from an apartment to a house. It's a great place that I enjoy very much, and the location was initially brought to my attention by my new best friend, a lovely lady here in San Diego. So that makes it mean all the more to me. And I really didn't party much at all this holiday weekend, so I got a particularly good deal done around the homestead. (It's not a fixer-upper by any means, but I have so much stuff that I'm still having to find places for things, build shelving, etc.)
Having been particularly productive over the last few days has left me feeling pretty satisfied, albeit quite tired.
Now, on to the tune of the day, that being Faith No More's "Jizzlobber".
While it has my vote for most poorly titled song of all time (vocalist Mike Patton never has been all that great at titling songs, or even devising great lyrics, as far as I'm concerned), it's an insanely great bombast of intensity, followed by a coda comprised of organ and chorus which frankly always gives me goosebumps. Almost the entire song is extremely caustic and almost machine-like in its relentless intensity, and then with an abruptness that takes shape after an extended instrumental section, Patton reveals what might be his only mea culpa ever. Pleading "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again, this desperate admission fades until the requiem for his guilt is handsomely negotiated by the aforementioned coda. It may be a digital organ and choir, but if so, it doesn't sound at all cheap or thin.
And here's a very intense, live version of "Jizzlobber" in England back in the summer of '93. The quality is pretty crap, but you get a general feel for why Mike Patton is considered a bit of a madman onstage. (The little a cappella ode he sings at the beginning ("it's warm, and it's yellow, and it's all for me...") is quite possibly a reference to a urine-filled water bottle he might be toting there at the beginning. If so, no idea if it's his or someone else's, and no, he's not on any drugs. Except perhaps too much caffeine.)
joydiv:
Welcome back!