BORED COSMOPOLITAN UGLY AND VIOLENT. I think this sums up how I write songs. Like colonialists using the native peoples as slaves. Chic and inhumane. It's fun being empty. It's fun being cool. Maybe if I could develop a look it could turn into a dumbed-down Bryan Ferry/Roxy Music backed by sheet metal and feedback. Some nasty contrivance. Disposable. An area where convenience is king and all desires are a desperate last gasp.
It is tough to write songs with that mindset. I guess when you streamline your mentality to a spoiled, depraved brat you are only going to get a few shades of what you need. The real problem is that I don't spend enough time in their environment. You can't get a good vision of the chimps just drugging up on your couch and listening to records. Well, with enough mushrooms and Pizza Rolls I suppose you could get all the chimps you can handle. The Franklin Park Mall is a soild destination for emptiness. Fancy eateries would be the next choice. But my broke ass needs a FREE glimpse into the heart of darkness. Maybe I should start dating again? Date some real empty broad for artistic reference.
"Baby, do you dig junk and value plastic?"
"Sure, ya like to dance, big guy?"
"Nah, got any oxycontin?"
"Sorry dude, we took 'em all before going to see the new Lindsey Lohan flick. I also got these great shoes. Ya like?"
"I suppose, If you're into that sorta thing. What's yer pops do?"
"Oh, he's a real estate speculator."
"Pretty much gives you what you need right?"
"Oh god yeah. My dads the greatest....Hey, is that a tape recorder in your pocket or are you just happy to see me...LOL"
"Nah, it's a tape recorder."
Yeah, you gotta walk amongst the beast to better understand their mindset. Sometimes you catch a good hue by just listening to groups of people in stores. The best stuff to get is at nightclubs. For the best in mundane colonial gab try Primetime on Heatherdowns and Reynolds. We deserve to be stripped of our gold and reduced to Yugoslavian living conditions just to BEGIN to make things right.
Karoli was dipping into power trio territory Wed. night. It would make Merzbow go back to Similac and Golden Books, that's for damn sure. Personally, I could just do formless sound sculpture for the rest of my life. Fuck rhythm. Bring on the white noise waves. Work just rips my soul apart. I can't even finish movies anymore. It's almost like I go into trances for around two hours after each 8 hour workday. The whole thing is really scary. There is no sleeping but there is no definite conciousness. Like my brain and body are idling. And then two hours are gone. Do any of you cats know what this could be?
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
ELO "Strange Magic"
Rapeman "Just Got Paid"
John Coltrane "Dearly Beloved"
any Melt Banana lying around
A Certain Ratio "Shack Up"
Johnny Hammond "Gambler's Life"
Karoli "Dead Condors Live At The Masonic"
Karoli "Lay All Your Cares Upon Me"
...touch me, I'm sick (in the mind)
It is tough to write songs with that mindset. I guess when you streamline your mentality to a spoiled, depraved brat you are only going to get a few shades of what you need. The real problem is that I don't spend enough time in their environment. You can't get a good vision of the chimps just drugging up on your couch and listening to records. Well, with enough mushrooms and Pizza Rolls I suppose you could get all the chimps you can handle. The Franklin Park Mall is a soild destination for emptiness. Fancy eateries would be the next choice. But my broke ass needs a FREE glimpse into the heart of darkness. Maybe I should start dating again? Date some real empty broad for artistic reference.
"Baby, do you dig junk and value plastic?"
"Sure, ya like to dance, big guy?"
"Nah, got any oxycontin?"
"Sorry dude, we took 'em all before going to see the new Lindsey Lohan flick. I also got these great shoes. Ya like?"
"I suppose, If you're into that sorta thing. What's yer pops do?"
"Oh, he's a real estate speculator."
"Pretty much gives you what you need right?"
"Oh god yeah. My dads the greatest....Hey, is that a tape recorder in your pocket or are you just happy to see me...LOL"
"Nah, it's a tape recorder."
Yeah, you gotta walk amongst the beast to better understand their mindset. Sometimes you catch a good hue by just listening to groups of people in stores. The best stuff to get is at nightclubs. For the best in mundane colonial gab try Primetime on Heatherdowns and Reynolds. We deserve to be stripped of our gold and reduced to Yugoslavian living conditions just to BEGIN to make things right.
Karoli was dipping into power trio territory Wed. night. It would make Merzbow go back to Similac and Golden Books, that's for damn sure. Personally, I could just do formless sound sculpture for the rest of my life. Fuck rhythm. Bring on the white noise waves. Work just rips my soul apart. I can't even finish movies anymore. It's almost like I go into trances for around two hours after each 8 hour workday. The whole thing is really scary. There is no sleeping but there is no definite conciousness. Like my brain and body are idling. And then two hours are gone. Do any of you cats know what this could be?
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
ELO "Strange Magic"
Rapeman "Just Got Paid"
John Coltrane "Dearly Beloved"
any Melt Banana lying around
A Certain Ratio "Shack Up"
Johnny Hammond "Gambler's Life"
Karoli "Dead Condors Live At The Masonic"
Karoli "Lay All Your Cares Upon Me"
...touch me, I'm sick (in the mind)
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Sounds like you need to do something active to occupy yourself. Something physical. I feel like I lose tons of time every day when I sit at the computer or watch movies, but I still do these things on a regular basis, cause I'm a fucking idiot, and on top of that, a broke idiot. I lounge way too much, but alas, my budget keeps me from doing most of the things I want to do with the pieces of spare time I actually have. Ok, my budget AND my sleep schedule. Hard to do much other than space out when the only fucking things open are coffee joints and gas stations. Funny, I thought I might be able to be more helpful in this comment, but I've re-read it and realized I basically said nothing. *shrug* Make what you can of it.
I'm all for snort up some crushed oxycontin lines! Bring on, dad! I'm inspired from seeing Tony Montana's powdery nose on I Love the '80s. More powdery substances for me, I'm all outta Drano and talcum!
I still say movies rule; yr just watching the wrong-ass movies!