Music

  • I honestly hate my damn internet sometimes. Stupid thing crapped out and my aim signed off on me. It didn't sign back on and, of course, I didn't notice until 12:30 in the morning and, naturally, you've already gone to bed, Laura. Ay.

    Alright, time for a post I had wanted to write for a while now and never got around to.

    The largest motivator for it is the (continual) sentiments of rap being crap and that there is no (stunning) artistic quality to the genre. While this largely has to do with the mass public's ignorance towards knowing how to analyze rap (much like literary analysis is something which has to be taught, to some extent), I'm not going to address that here. The songs focused on here are what're usually referred to as "storytelling songs", meaning that they specifically focus on some form of story with a plot and describe the events in detail. I'm focusing on these because, by virtue of what they are attempting to do, they denote talent, and it doesn't take much for the lay-listener to understand and appreciate the song.

    I wish I had more, but all I've been able to scrounge up are 8 songs. They come from my own childhood and tastes (hence why half of them happen to be Eminem). Anyway, enough of me blathering.

    "My Fault" by Eminem off of The Slim Shady LP
    Definitely one of my favorite songs, possibly ever. While Em happens to completely ruin the poignancy of the song with the skit that prefaces it on the album, taken on its own, it's a flawless song.

    In short, the song basically surmounts to Eminem going to a party and meeting an ex-heroin addict who confides to him she's thinking about going back into using. Not really concerned, Em offers that she tries 'shrooms instead. Never having had psychedelic mushrooms before, the poor girl (Susan) ends up downing 24. During the course of Susan "tripping" completely over herself, she starts to reveal aspects about herself which she probably never intended to share with anyone at the party (at one point she admits, "I'm 26 years old and I'm not married/I don't even have any kids and I can't cook"). Towards the end, Em flips out and runs to get the friend who gave him the 'shrooms from the bathroom, exclaiming, "Dave! Pull up your pants!/We need an ambulance/There's a girl upstairs talking to plants/Chopping her hair off". The unfortunate end to this song is we just hear Em sobbing and choking out, between tears, "Susan, wake up! Please wake up. You're not dead.... You're not dead! Oh God..."

    Admittedly, not the most cheerful of songs. What makes it interesting (and more than simply a possible Don't Do Drugs advertisement) is the growth of the main character. At the beginning, he clears cares very little for Susan at all and even crassly jokes that she only came, "to get laid and tied up/With first aid tape and raped on the first date". He's not a likable character (nor do I think he's supposed to be). So by the time he offers Susan the 'shrooms, we're mostly just groaning in our heads.

    By the time we get to Susan divulging things about her past, the character looks more bothered by what he has to deal with than actually concerned about Susan's well-being. We do find out that Susan was abused by her father as a child ("Susan, stop cryin'; I don't hate ya/The world's not against you; I'm sorry your father raped ya/So what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth?/That ain't no reason to start wiggin' and spaz out!"), which only makes his previous joke about raping her all the more distasteful.

    This time in the chorus, the character has gone from apathy towards trying to avoid blame. After the first line he cries, "Whoops!" and then at the end, "It was an accident!"

    In the third verse, we have a curious situation where the character is actually referred to by Susan as "Dad". After telling her to be careful, she tells "Dad" to leave her alone and that she's sick of getting her hair pulled, to which he responds, "I'm not your dad". When he's finally done to find the person who gave him the 'shrooms and explains the situation, they respond, "She's gonna die, dude," and he screams, "I know, and it's my fault! My God..."

    When we've finally reached the end and he's crying, he's made a complete change in character. It took a tremendous loss, yet the results of his apathy are enough to (probably) make him now repulsed by that apathy.

    Like I said, not the most cheerful, yet incredibly well done of a song. And I didn't even touch on the rhyme quality nor the skill of his delivery and voice acting.

    "Think I'm Crazy" by Chamillionaire feat. Natalie off of The Sound of Revenge
    Wow, I just realized how depressing all of these songs are. Well, you've been warned.

    This is another one of my favorites. In part, because it has a more upbeat, computerized sounding beat, it sounds a little more like the commercialized rap that most who've grown up in this past decade are used to. The difference is the content of the song doesn't suck royally.

    The entire song focuses around Chamillionaire meeting a girl at this bar. After greeting and exchanging names, they order drinks and start talking. As the conversation goes on, the girl starts to reveal personal information about herself, possibly dealing with a crime she may have committed. As to what any of that is, I'll let you listen to the track for it.

    Ironically, for a rapper who hails from the South (and heartily reps it), Cham comes off here (and in other songs, on occasion) sounding more like he was influenced by the Midwest with his fast, muti-rhyme-per-line, clear pronunciation. Packing more lyrics than the average rap listener is used to sifting through, this is a song that manages to tell a story while maintaining intense lyrical quality (rhyme-wise) and enough detail to vividly paint what's happening.

    I admit, still, I don't get the ending of the song. Well, I have a theory, but I could totally be off. So I wish you luck with that. It's a song that'll make you think, for sure.

    "Stan" by Eminem feat. Dido off of The Marshall Mathers LP
    Alright, if you bother to listen to rap, even only on a mainstream level, you've probably heard this song. If not, then you've probably heard the song it samples, "Thank You" by Dido.

    The biggest stand out of (and thing that carries this) song is just the amount of talent clearly put into it (and having a nice sounding sample also helps). I particularly love that Em makes enough distinction in his voice that "Stan" and himself sound different during the course of the song. Unlike "My Fault", the plot lacks the complexity. Simply, Em has a fan (named Stan) who writes to him with a level of passion that is obsession. Stan eventually goes so off the edge from Eminem not responding to his letters that he drives off of a bridge with his wife locked in the trunk (stating, "See, I ain't like you/Because if she suffocates, she'll suffer more/And then die too"). The final verse is Em finally responding to Stan's letter (he had simply been incredibly busy), only to realize at the end that he had seen the news report on the car drawn from the river (Stan) a few days ago.

    Really, it's just nice to listen to due to the amount of craft it took to make. Plus you have to give credit to a song which was used during the Nas/Jay-Z beef. But it's not quite like the previous two, I think.

    "Somebody's Gotta Die" by The Notorious B. I. G. off of Life After Death
    Wow, I've got depressing taste (no surprise for those that know me, I'm sure). Another one of my favorites, in part because of it's gritty, 90s type beat. Took a little while for me to get used to, but it's rather calming (which contrasts perfectly with the subject matter).

    Nas really captured what the title of this song zeros in on in his own song "Affirmative Action" (It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate/And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die shit/It's logic - as long as it's nobody that's in my clique). The song starts with Biggie sitting in his apartment, daydreaming. This is interrupted by a knocking on the door. As he checks it, he finds out one of his men have been shot. As B. I. G. puts in, "I open up the door - pitiful/Is he in critical?/Retaliation for this one won't be minimal". The song goes from there.

    Exceeding the level of detail that Chamillionaire employed, Biggie manages to drag entire rhyme schemes on (and on) while not being vague at all about what's happening. This is easily demonstrated within the first verse (I'm interrupted by a doorbell/3:52 - who the hell/Is this?/I gets up quick, cocks my shit/Stop the dogs from barking/Then proceed to walking/It's a face that I seen before/My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor/Check it/I look deeper/I see blood up on his sneakers/And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth).

    Unfortunately, I can't tell you anymore about this one without ruining it for you. If you trust my word, try it out. It's fantastic. If you don't...keep reading, I guess.

    *Spoilers* (highlight the text)
    Basically, most of the song is as I've described it. It's the ending that's the real clincher. I can't help but feel the song is some form of message. Of course, Biggie seems to destroy this idea with most of the entirety of the rest of the album. Or maybe I just haven't figured out how to interpret The Notorious B. I. G. yet. Either way, towards the end we continue to hear Biggie's thoughts. As they get ready to carry out the hit, he reflects, ""Slow down/Fuck all that planning shit/Run up in they cribs/And make 'em catch the man 'n' shit/See, niggas like you do ten year bids/Miss the niggas they want/And murder innocent kids/Not I/One nigga's in my eye/That's Jason/Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted/Revenge I'm tasting at the tip of my lips/I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips/Pass the chocolate/Thai/Sing ain't lie/There's Jason with his back to me/Talking to his faculty/I start to get a funny feeling/Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealing/Scream his name out/Squeeze six knuckles shorter/Nigga turned around holding his daughter". As the song fades out, we hear everyone who was involved scream at each other to scatter as the rain falls around them. And through all of it is the cries of the baby, up until the last few seconds of the song. Depressing, yes. But incredibly powerful and, for the most part, unexpected.

    "Kim" by Eminem off of The Marshall Mathers LP
    Okay, I'll admit - this one is in no way, shape, or form for everyone. It's my extremist nature indulging itself.

    If you're not familiar with Eminem at all, Kim is the name of Mr. Mathers' ex-wife - and their issues and frustrations are rife, especially during this time. If I'm not mistaken, Em finds out his (then) wife cheated on him. Like most people, he was probably incredibly angry; he may have wanted to hurt her, possibly kill her. Like most people, he didn't kill wife, even if he had wanted to. Unlike most people, he chose to write a (very graffic) song about the feelings he was experiencing and going through (killing his wife).

    Like I said, it's not for everyone - but it has its merits, I will always argue.

    For a song which is for the most part simply a screaming tirade about his wife's unfaithfulness, it comes through the most clear when he almost confusingly exclaims, "I hate you! I hate you! My God, I hate you! Oh my God, I loved you.... How the fuck could you do this to me? How the fuck could you do this to me?!?" Granted, one might argue, that such a sentiment could have been reached simply in that line alone while the ere mentioned rant and list of grievances serve as fluff for a song ranking at 6 minutes and 18 seconds.

    On the other hand, you might note that the premeditated "murder" of this woman is crucial to understanding just how deeply emotionally the character is strung and that cannot be realized unless so vivid in arbitrary detail the event is described before the final death.

    Then again, you could always point to that as a reason Em should visit anger management before someone actually gets hurt.

    Really, the reason this song sticks out so much is there aren't many like it. And the reason it doesn't get lost in the pile of other violent and graphic music out there is because this isn't senseless or, even, pointless and mindless violence and hate. And we can't forget that, to some extent, through out the track. For as the chorus kicks in and the smooth singing about (albeit in a very bizarre way) the way the main character loves this woman who has caused him so much harm contrasts the hoarse yelling of the emotional maniac, it seems the sanity lies in that basic fact about the whole awful ordeal - and while it shouldn't justify anything he proceeds to do, comically, ironically, and oddly enough our humanity (of all things) empathizes with him.

    "Brenda's Got a Baby" by 2Pac off of 2Pacalypse Now
    Here's one that near to every has heard before or heard of. Much like "Stan", it has a lot of cultural importance (except this time for black youth in the ghettos of the 90s dealing with the crack epidemic as well as Hip Hop). It's kinda one that you just ought to know of.

    Now, that being said, ironically I think this one is incredibly weak lyrically (no wordplay and simple at-the-end-of every-line-only rhyme). It's saving grace is the story it tells. And it brings up some fantastic points that sting emotionally when you hear them.

    Quick run-down: Brenda is lured into having sex at a ridiculously young age for the sake of comfort. As a result, she gets pregnant. The boyfriend, only interested in sex to begin with, leaves immediately. The family for the most part ignores Brenda all the time, so she immediately tries to hide the pregnancy (She tried to hide her pregnancy/From her family/Who didn't really care to see/Or give a damn if she/Went out and had a church of kids/As long as when the check came they got first dibs).

    Ignored by the family, she ends up having the baby on the bathroom floor. Subsequently, the parents get angry because a social worker keeps coming around after the whole affair and they're losing money. So, Brenda decides to leave. She tries to sell drugs but gets robbed. So, she goes into prostitution. "So she sees sex as a way of leaving Hell/It's payin' her rent, so she really can't complain/Prostitute found slain/And Brenda's her name - she's got a baby".

    This is definitely one of the songs on here with a less sadistic main character, so hopefully that helps a bit.

    "Murder Murder" by Eminem off of The Slim Shady EP
    Great title, no? This actually is far removed from the concept of "Kim".

    If you didn't know, Eminem's first album was the majoridly positive (particularly in comparison to his later works) Infinite. After it being a commercial failure and critics saying his flow sounded like he was imitating Nas and AZ, he ditched trying to make an album based around what others wanted to hear and came up with his alter ego persona, Slim Shady. As you can probably guess, The Slim Shady EP (a precursor to The Slim Shady LP) is the beginning of Eminem's more foul material.

    In light of all of that I just said, "Murder Murder" would've fit rather nicely in the gangsta rap genre that has (admittedly, sometimes obnoxiously) dominated the rap genre for so many years (at least during the 90s, at the very least in the underground rap world). This isn't to say that this song is entirely about guns, bitches, and money. Rather, it's more in line with Slick Rick's "A Children's Story".

    In short, the track is about the main character's attempt at armed robbery that goes wrong at first and just gets worse and worse. Now, that I have admitted that this song would have fit within the gangsta rap genre is slightly ironic, particularly if you know the background of Marshall Mathers. Looking back, him saying, "Left the keys in the van with a gat in each hand/Went up in Eastland and shot a police man/Fuck a peace plan; if a citizen bystands/This shit is in my hands," is kinda comical. But rap has never really been all that much about being truthful (despite whatever they may brag and boast) - it's about telling a story and making the listener believe it. The more intelligent rappers just happen to tell a worthwhile story. Believe me, this is one of them.

    While, for the most part, removed from the type of material Eminem would later release as his staple, this song does a pretty decent job of getting behind the mindset of the armed robber and his motivation.

    This song has some really just fantastic lines which really bring the point across. "Here's your lifespan/And for what your life's worth? This money is twice that/Grab a couple grand and lay up in iceland/See, I'm a nice man, but money turned me to Satan/I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydrating/[...]But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet/'Cause I got a daughter to feed/And 300 dollars ain't enough to water the seed".

    Honestly, I've already revealed the entirety of the song. Just go and listen to it. The only other thing worth mentioning (plot-wise) is the ending. While he boarders between being comical and serious throughout the entire song, this sets up a feeling that while the entire thing feels unrealistic, there is a level of dark satire, sarcasm, and seriousness to the entire thing (strengthened by the hook - but I'll get to that). This is perfectly capped off at the end when he finally gets stopped and arrested. As he surrenders, he exclaims, "It wasn't me!/It was the gangsta rap and the peppermint schnapps!"

    Finally, what I really love about this song is that it screams 90s rap. From the beat, to the scratching, to the sampling. And it's utterly fantastic. The hook is utterly perfect. It first samples 2Pac from (probably) "Outlawz" ("All I see is murder, murder - my mind state) and then Swifty from a track off the EP called "No One's Iller" ("Makes it too late for cops in trying to stop the crime rate"). The 2Pac sample is repeated with then (I'm afraid I don't know the origin of the sample) an, almost, mindless shouting of, "Murder Murder! And kill, kill, kill!"

    The song isn't subtle - and yet does a fantastic, artistic job of conveying its message. I love it.

    "Meet the Parents" by Jay-Z off of The Blueprint²: The Curse
    I just heard this one today and, at first, I wasn't going to post it. Jay tends to write with a (very thick) vagueness which is unsuitable for the type of storytelling I was trying to get at with these songs. Not that it doesn't work for him. He usually has so much damn word play and beautifully subtle double meanings that it more than makes up for the lack of utterly specific details. A fantastic song which falls under this is "D'evils" and, were it story telling as I'm talking about here, I would totally include it. I take back what I said in my review of Reasonable Doubt, that song tramples far beyond your normal expectation for a song.

    However, I'm not talking about that one here. I won't say much about this, because it kinda gives away the plot. And, relooking over it, I think there may be deeper metaphores (even if simplistic) that are lurking right under the surface. This is largely based on the last line. Anyway, you listen to it, tell me your thoughts. I dunno what to make of it yet.

    And on a final note, I need a few rappers to do a track. I doubt anyone out there writes? I'm not sure where I'm gonna find anyone to collaborate with. Ay.

    Hope you're all doing well.

  • I feel like I should give you all an update of some sort, but I have none. Nothing entirely interesting, at least. Yet there's been stuff happening the past few days. I'm mostly stuck between stuff. I need to tie up loose projects.

    Went to the dentist today. This was followed by an unexpected trip to Evanston Park and the beach by Northwestern. It was quite enjoyable. This train of thought may converge into another post, btw, later.

    Not much really to say. Other than the heat for a few points, the weather was fantastic (shifting from gray, overcast to sunny depending on the time of day). I think I'd go crazy without anything other than Illinois weather. We're just so temperate all the time. Though when we do want to go extreme - watch out; the weather then goes all out (Chicago winters FTW!).

    Yeah....

    Time to tag on random song again. I've just had this stuck in my head the past couple days. It's astounding.

    [edit] I just rememered something I had thought of earlier today. I could've saved it for later, but I suppose it fits here. I remember when I was younger, I never knew what the future would be like. I didn't really think that far ahead or I thought it'd be the same as things currently were - unstable and, for the most part, rather dismal. I lacked severe self-awareness when I was younger. I couldn't say it was really happy or sad, just that it was more depressing most of the time. What I couldn't have fathamed was that I'd end up being somewhere I wanted to be and utterly sure of that. I don't know if things are ideal and, if they are, who can say they'll stay that way? But I'm happy. And I'm sure of who I am. And I have at least two people who would support me through life and death and Hell and all the way back. And, to be honest, I wasn't even aware that would one day be possible. GMH

  • I think I'm going to listen to Bruce music until I pass out asleep. Fucking night....

  • I finally decided to check out Jay-Z's performance at Glastonbury yesterday. It's pretty good. A few pop singles in there, but a good deal of them were rather good. He had some live instrumentation and when Public Service Announcement came on, you knew hip hop was there (that song is just great).

    As I was reading through the comments, one person commented that (given the concert is held in England) it was just more "Americana", the same old sound over and over again. Which made me laugh like no other. Jay has one of the most distinctive sounds and flows in the entire game. Same old? If it weren't for Jay and a slew of other "Americana" rappers, rap wouldn't have the styles and techniques open to it today that it does. I mean, there's just certain things which you have to know if you even want to talk about rap. Biggie demonstrated how far flow could really go, Eminem and Big Pun essencially broke the rhyme scheme limit a thousand times over, and a good deal of rappers showed the literary capabilities of the genre. I mean, without American 90s rap, you don't have the progress in skills that have been demonstrated for others anymore. Not to say it's refined to that era or that there aren't talented artist showing capability in other countries. But, honestly, show some respect. You look ignorant when you're unaware of your past.

    Well, seems my hope to see you soon Lizzie is going a little contrary to plan. Miss you though.

  • Well, tonight was a blast. Stevenson and other local high school GSAs got together at the YO for a dance.

    This is important for several reasons - one, the autonomy that the just budding SHS GSA had since my days of high school always been a bit of a struggle (for the most part, our dances were at the whims of other schools because getting us to hold a dance under the then administration was near impossible); two, it was good for all the kids who need a normalized place for them to simply live with their sexuality. No matter what the opposition may say, kids as young as 14 understand their own sexualities perfectly well and a non-sexual enviroment and regular social place for them is most necessary. My only complaint would be that most of the songs were at the whim of the very heteronormative domination that pop music has. But oh well. We got in Time Warp near the end and watching most everyone able to sing the lyrics word for word was fantastic.

    Most important, though, was just how normalized everything was - no one was worried about sexuality: the stright girls flirted and danced with the gay girls, the gay boys danced with the girls, and all other mixes went forth. You weren't gay, straight, bi, or a(sexual) that night - you just had fun. And that idea that anyone can be any sexuality (and that is often the case of the world, just not the extent we gave image to) is very healthy and good for anyone entering a world such as this and being non-heteronormative.

    Also was great for me to see so many familiar face again. I think the GSA is gonna be okay. On its 6ʰ year and still going strong.

  • I was looking through some of my old entries and I came upon this one. Not entirely accurate (or so it feels now). As it says, my life seems so much to work in circles. Nonetheless, it's an interesting aspect of myself I had forgotten. Even if I don't quite feel that emotional detachment any more, it has been there before and says a bit about myself. Depressing, though. You have been warned. Hmm, I feel like I ought to do a few more uplifting entries. Can't say I haven't, though, lately. Nice change of pace. I need an entry with a bit more importance, though. I will sign to that. From May 16ʰ of last year:

    I'm seein' demons, hittin' weed
    Got me hearing screams
    Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend
    Probably be punished for it - though you can't ignore it
    I live the life of a thug, nigga, and die for it
    Niggaz pass the cush and watch me bring 'em to the floor
    I got some shit that they ain't ready for
    {What you got?} I got the Secrets of War...
    -2Pac

    There is a connection.

    In a random section, I came across this story online which is a poem about the view of life from a vampire's view point. The first line I saw was, "All I feel is pain," and my immediate thought was, "Great, it's Emo." Word of advice to the author - go gothic. Totally a better subculture. Take a goth's word for it.

    Now, onto what I did today. Piano lessons. They went quickly I need to practice a bit more, but 15 min. a night ought to suffice. So, afterwards, I go for a walk, as I always do. I think I hurt my feet during it all, but oh well. There's this great park, not far out of downtown Evanston (or at least as downtown as Evanston can get). You always get to see kids and parents around there. It's nice to observe it all. I've always loved kids. And something about parks always just gets me.

    So I'm swinging as I always do, listening to 'Pac songs. For some reason, I had this sudden resurgence of interest in him. Nonetheless, I'm thinking about lyric and song ideas, going over theories, beats, messages, etc. for future use for the eventual concept album I've talked about before. Hmm, how do I do this now.

    Well, I'll start with, as I've said before, I dislike emotions. Me and my emotions are on tolerating terms. Without them, life looses all meaning. Yet they are so faulty and impure, they just irritate me. Emotions aren't the exact opposite of logic, but they are no where near it either. They're confusing, often mixed, not always right, and unrestrained (other than, surprise, by logic). Probably partially because I am an incredibly logical thinker, I've sort of distanced myself from them. They're no use to me unless (often but not always) in extremes. So, I tend to find, I'm kinda estranged from them. Which can, obviously, be kinda problematic.

    I'm a logical thinker. Someone's hurt. You comfort them. Why? Because that's the right thing to do. In fact, if emotions ever factor into that, it'd be you comfort them so they aren't hurt, because that's when my emotions kick in and I feel terrible. Otherwise, it's purely logic thought process.

    So, generally when it comes to pets I worry if I actually felt anything for them or if they just amused for the time being. I know I didn't shed a tear or feel all too remourseful when the family's second hamster, Pudgey, died. Don't get me wrong - I loved Pudgey. But maybe I just didn't have the emotional energy for remourse. I liked him, but things die. Let's move on with life.

    So, shifting focus to my amazing guinea pig, Almond Joey, it did kinda catch me off guard for my reaction to him. He was moving around his cage one time and I happened to notice there's this crap growing around his eye. Now, Almo's rarely sick. And my immediate reaction (because he is old and getting kinda thin, for a guinea pig) is, "Somthing is wrong." And I flip. Not loudly or making a big scene, but I immediately start mutter, "No, no, no, no..." and take him out, pull him close, kinda just cradle him for a while. I then immediately move to taking the crap out of his eye as I almost silently pray that nothing is wrong with him, possibly (if I never stopped myself from crying nearly every time) able to be moved to tears. That was a while ago. I do think he's going blind, but he's still kicking so far, thankfully.

    Point of all that? Well, there was a thought process I came upon sitting on those swings which was, well, extreme, but that would explain why I felt it. It was towards one of our old dogs, Lady Rose. We got the dog as a baby, a female golden retriever. I liked the dog. She was nice enough. So, naturally, my mother took responsibility of training her.

    Now, for those who don't know my mom. She's not a patient person. And, no matter what else she may do, she's not someone who's willing to sacrifice, all too often, things that give her comfort or benefit for the sake of anyone else. Leading to many, sometimes violent, arguments between my parents.

    So, obviously, potty training a dog is not easy. It's difficult and takes work. My genius mother gets very frustrated. And, as she did on me and my siblings some years ago, she took this out through anger.

    I remember waking up one morning, kinda out of it, wanting to sleep further (as usual). And as I'm slowly zoning back into my surroundings, I notice there's some noise in the background. And I realize, it's yelping. The dog had a habit of barking when in the cage. My mother had headed down to there and was beating the dog. Lady Rose, God bless her sole, was always a stoic dog. Maybe due to receiving an abuse from a young age. Either way, she's just taking it, only making noises when she's hit. After my mom's done, she just tells her, "You piece of shit," as she closes the cage.

    I think the best was when she tries this in the middle of the day in the garage and me and my brother sneak to there and slowly open the door. She notices and immediately is smiling like there's nothing wrong. We ask why she has this stick in her hand and she just says she was playing fetch with the dog. Right.

    And those entire times, I just kinda blocked it out. I was infuriated. It doesn't take much reason to not see there's a serious problem here. But other than that, I just took it. I really couldn't do much, nothing that would disrupt everything in our lives and that moment and may have fucked over more than just Lady Rose.

    And that was probably due to the fact, we were raised not to care. If you cared, you wouldn't survive. You'd tear yourself apart watching the injustices in that household. You had to learn to block it out and just deal with it. Accept what was wrong.

    And as I'm swinging there, I just start to think what that was like for her, knowing partially what it had been for me when younger. And I can imagine her, still just a kid, crammed in this confined place, no where to run (and probably wouldn't even know to run if she could), just getting layed into, ribs smashed over and over again, and having no clue as to why - just knowing it was happening. And, probably for the first time since having that dog (or at least since relistening to the tape I recorded. It's a recording of my mom yelling at the dog, threatening to kick my dad out of the house, and my sisters just bawling and begging my mother while my mom just ignores her, shoving her off to the side, at some point) I feel this utter remorse and actually want to release these emotions. I don't, obviously. I'm in a public area.

  • So, if I haven't said so before, the verses from Conversation In Song may be some of the best I've ever written (also considering that I've thrown out a lot of my earlier work because I had neither the maturity to understand what should make a good rap verse with structure, rhyme, etc. or to understand what made decent topics to create a song about). Particularly the first verse. It crafts it's beginning rhyme schemes around the open vowel of E, which allows not only for a very fluid concept of what words ought to fit in this rhyme scheme but also allows many other rhymes to make short appearances within the scheme and fantastic parallels between similar rhymed words that go beautifully with the rhythm. And that's the most fantastic aspect about it - the rhythm. Since it's usually the verse that jumps to me to perform (largely because the rhyme is practically bumper-to-bumper, making it fun as all Hell), I've been fleshing it out more. Then I listen to what I recorded. I decided to take my typically very straight forward flow with it and it sounds horrendous. Not only that, I get so off beat sometimes it's awful. The verse sounds just fun and entertaining when its natural bouncy rhythm is added to it. Otherwise, even despite the rhyming, it sound a bit boring in comparison. I'll have to re-record the thing. It needs polishing, really, and a more confident delivery. Of well. If I could nail delivery, the whole thing would sound phenominal. I used Canon In D by Johann Pachelbel for the beat and it sounds surprisingly great. It's really takes you back for a second how well the beat totally melts into the music.

  • So, once more, I've come after the fact (almost a year by now), but I finally got Slipknot's most recent album. I hope it's good. It's been a really long while, I've realized, since I've listened to anything all that heavy (I haven't even touched any thrash metal in ages, for whatever reason; and thrash is hardly that heavy...). Maybe I'll just blast black symphonic metal (i.e. Cradle of Filth) for the rest of the day to make up for lost time...

    Applied for a position at PetSmart last night. We'll see if I get the job. Probably would be best for me - gets me out, bicycling everyday, and gives me something to do. Hmm...I could probably still go out now...it's weird that it's only gotten relatively sunny the past couple of days only around 3:30 to 5 o'clock in the evening. Otherwise it;s just grayish overcast (which I love, don't get me wrong, but it's been too chilly and not all that enticing to go biking around in for extended periods of time). I could take a wack at reading some more, with the time I have. There's probably a slew of things I could do I always want to and never have time to that I won't do. It's scary how much time flies the older you get. An hour seems like so short a time period these days (and more frightening when it does turn out to be as short as you expected...).

    In other news, I'm checking out the local churches (for once) since my parents refuse to go on Sundays (largely because our usual is all the way in Evanston, an hour drive away; plus they always feel this need  to go dressed their "best"; I'm showing up in jeans, thank you). There's a Protestant one that's only 5 minutes away on bike and a Catholic one within the same time frame. I don't know the times for the former, but the latter has one Mass time at around 12 (perfect). I'll check both out, of course. Plus there's one all the way by PetSmart, so of course I'll take a look at that one as well. Don't know its denomination, though.

    Nothing much else to say. I better head out now, if I want to at all. Oh, Grandma's with us for a bit. My brother bought a hamster, too. Not the smartest little thing, but what more do you expect from a hamster (he was running in circles for hours, so I caught him and placed him on the second floor of his cage so he could realize it was there (his food is there, so it's kinda important). After pausing for a second, he tried to run in circles again and ran clear off the floor. I don't think he realized there wasn't floor there...)? I may post pictures later. The one mega cool thing he does is he knows how to climb up the walls of the cage. Poor guy hasn't realized this makes it easier for me to catch him yet....

    EDIT: In recent news, Rebecca Tauber's back! Give her a welcome home. I've missed that girl.

  • While a bit more crass than I tend to post, I found it hilarious - may it brighten your day (and make you think of genitals).

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    Lights out tonight - trouble in the heartland
    Got a head-on collision - smashing in my guts, man
    I'm caught in a crossfire...that I don't understand...

    But there's one thing I know for sure - girl,
    I don't give a damn - for the same old played out scenes
    Baby, I don't give a damn - for just the inbetweens

    Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul,
    I want control right now -
    You better listen to me baby

    Talk about a dream - try to make it real
    You wake up in the night - with a fear, so real
    You spend your life waiting for a moment - that just don't come

    Well, don't waste your time waiting!

    Badlands!
    You gotta live them everyday
    Let the broken heart stand as the price you gotta pay...
    Keep - pushin' 'til it's understood
    And these Badlands start treating us good...

    Working in the field - 'til you get your back burned...
    Workin' 'neath the wheels...'til you get your facts learned...
    Baby, I got my facts - learned real good right now...

    You better get it straight, darlin'!
    Poor man wanna be rich - rich man wanna be king
    And the king ain't satisfied 'til he rules everything
    I wanna go out tonight - I wanna find out what I've got

    Well, I believe in the love - that you gave me
    I believe in the faith - that can save me
    I believe in the hope and I pray - that someday
    It - may - raise me - above these -

    Badlands!
    You gotta live them everyday
    Let the broken heart stand as the price you gotta pay...
    Keep - pushin' 'til it's understood
    And these Badlands start treating us good...
    Woah, woah, woah!

    Hmmm...hmmm, hmm...
    Hmmmmmhmmmhmmhm...
    Hmmmmmhmmmhmm...
    Hmmmhmhmmhmhmhmm...
    This is for the ones who have a notion...a notion deep inside
    That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive
    I wanna find one face - that ain't looking through me
    I wanna find one place - I wanna - spit - in the face of these -

    Badlands!
    You gotta live them everyday
    Let the broken heart stand as the price you gotta pay...
    Keep - pushin' 'til it's understood
    And these Badlands start treating us good...
    -Bruce Springsteen

    I remember, some years back, I "apparently" left the browser open with my xanga in it and my dad just "happened" to find and read it. Clearly I still don't entirely trust the sincerity of his claim. Nonetheless, he read parts of it. As he was telling me about this, he mentioned that a lot of it was lyrics, "lots and lots of lyrics".

    Well, yes, this is true. In fact, some posts are nothing but lyrics (or a song, in the case of the last entry). But so what? Those lyrics are just as important. Even if it only gives you a vague sense of what was going on for me at the time, they certainly say a deal about, the person, me.

    I've been re-listening to (read as: rediscovering the beauty of) Darkness On the Edge of Town. Really, the second to forth albums I'm rediscovering. I've gotten used to just picking out favorite songs knowing that classic albums were there that I'd not listened to the albums themselves anymore.

    It's absolutely fantastic. I forgot how much of a more conventional rock album it really is (I so would love to see a heavy metal version of Adam Raised a Cain someday). At the same time, while one of the highlights of Born to Run was being able to hear the guitar, piano, and Sax beautifully featured, Darkness gives us the pleasure of the harmonica as well.

    It's not the epic that Born to Run was, that's definitely true. You won't get utter genius gems like Jungleland. But you do get treated to an album that doesn't deserve a skip through all its 10 tracks (granted, even more so than Born to Run). And one that definitely makes you relate and you feel like can be pertinent to your life.

    Besides, the album has Promised Land - a rousing track that (I admit) I like more than even Badlands. Badlands beats at lyrics just a bit more but the instrumentation and delivery on Promised Land totally just win it over.

    I remember I read somewhere that The River was meant to capture both the good in life and the bad. I would argue that Darkness does this far better. My biggest issue with River is that there are a good deal of filler tracks. You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch) sounds fantastic as a rock 'n' roll song (the live version is downright fantastic), but the lyrics (and overall message) could use more specificity and clarity. Other songs lack the sound to reel you in as well as similar lyrics.

    Meanwhile, Darkness has uplifting songs and downright depressing. But it also has those which strike some kind of medium. I wouldn't be one to label Candy's Room as necessarily utterly uplifting. Yet the overall message is an escape. It's utterly fantastic, really.

    Plus, even the possibly weak (lyrically) track, Streets of Fire, uses the lack of clarity and specificity in its lyrics to its total advantage - the people it's talking about "don't really exist".

    Forgive me, but these albums are far more substantial and hard hitting than most of anything he's been releasing these days (harsh, but c'mon - he's set a precedence by now, I'm allowed to hold him to it).

    On another note, I really want to learn For You for the piano this summer. I'll have to do it by ear, since I can't seem to find any sheet music (I've had enough piano lessons to technically know how to figure it out by guitar tabs, but I'm just terrible at retaining some information). Ought to be fun.