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The Bard
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Seems like the usual over emotional ballad about unrequited love to me. Oh...cue rain soaked rock guitar climax... Iconic I swear, Mastodon must have some kinda ghost writers, just been looking at that huge essay they did concerning Crack The Skye, and then watched a video interview where they all sound like retards, and I can't fucking understand the disparity between their music and their personalities. Makes fuck all sense.
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I'm just bored
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This thread fills me with rage, I come here every so often hoping to find a worthwhile reccommendation (in my infinite lazyness and inability to actually discover for myself) from the few members who actually seem to find it worthwhile peruse the periphery of musical awareness, but every time I'm here all I seem to see is infinite repititions of "Girls Aloud," "Tori Amos" The Yeah Yeah FUCKING Yeahs. Yes. Alright, we are all aware of the existance of said bands. Move on. A reccommendation does not have to be to me in person, I like to cleanse my palate from time to time with whatever is flung my way, why, it was from this very thread that I got reccommendations to give a listen to Mogwai and Battles for example. But anyway, that, of course, was before the time that this thread got afflicted with aspergers (yes, in this metaphor, you are, infact, aspergers. You know who you are), with your fairly abnormal ability to fill almost 500 pages with the same thing. So. I propose some sort of revolution. A martial law if you will. If you have nothing to say, I will personally come in here and defecate on you for no other reason than my own enjoyment. And perhaps because I enjoy being both the perpetrator and onlooker to humiliation. I'm actually in a good mood today.
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The amount of times the words "Girls Aloud" have been repeated in this thread, far outweigh the value of the musical monotony they refer to. Basically...go look for new music (fairly simple...Spotify or Last Fm should give you decent artist reccommendations...and if not you could try and give a listen to something that you're completely ignorant of) listen to it, write your impressions, and wait for somebody to respond. Yes, I know it requires effort, but at least it means you won't be stuck listening to what will effectively be filling the musical landfill in the near future.
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Giant who cares?
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Anyone like Deerhoof? Love Deerhoof.
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So fucking fantastic. Doesn't really need a descriptor, anyone who listens will probably "get it."
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Jesuth Christ. That's around where I'm looking to live next year too. Live right at Stepney Green right now I do.
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This game. Dear god I suck at this game, it's sooo different to the SF I love. I can still do the moves, and I've discovered some fucking badass new maneuvours, but the habits of old SF3 Strategies is soo ingrained into my muscle memory that it's fucking impossible to break. Need to play this with some of you mofos. Preferrably in person =p.
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Simone de Beauvoir - The Second Sex. ^This should be of immense interest to anyone who considers the tendancy of a group/ nation/ race/ and even sex, in this case, to label all outsiders as "others" of any importance. It's about the relationship between the two sexes, but it has a lot to offer to this "debate." There is no "ancient British race" as any person lacking a cerebral haemmorrhage will tell you, those that claim themselves to be "British" in heritage are a race of mongrels, just as there are in fact many white skinned Pakistani people, most of whom reside in the northern Himalaya regions of the country. I think it's fairly pathetic to consider someone British within the circumstances of their birth. Being British is a disposition, not a colour. I was born in Pakistan, and lived there for the first seven years of my life. Im twenty now and consider myself fairly British. The difference between me and the people that would show hostility towards me is that I've long learned to abandoned that vain flag waving nationalism; a symptom of nothing but ignorance. When people say that they don't want immigration because they are concerned with the welfare of society, in reality, by this they always mean the benefit of society as they wish it to be maintained or established. Yes, sometimes the hostility towards foreigners may be well founded, most of the time it's gratuitous; but in truth it more or less conceals a desire for self-justification.
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I find that having a girlfriend has made my mental faculties deteriorate. Why just this week, during a game of worms the only words spoken for one whole hour were cyclical utterances of "Fuck you buddy," "I'm not your buddy, friend," "I'm not your friend, guy." Day was alright, got the train from London back to Manchester for the week so I can finally do some work, which isn't exactly working out well for me, being as now I actually have time to post on here. Which, in actual fact, I quite miss, since it is so much better being able to impose yourself and your bullshit on people in a situation where physical repercussions are out of the equation =p. What is also not great is not being on facebook for a couple of weeks and then finding a naked picture of yourself on which everyone has commented. ALCOHOL AM PHAIL.
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I do what I can.
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In all honesty, I feel that Final Fantasy music is better left as digital beeps and clicks emanating from a 16-bit sound chip rather than guitars and whatnot. Every time I hear The Black Mages I feel that the original music has been bastardised in some way: the texture of the sound in the originals is so evocative of the visual style in it's respective game that you can imagine yourself in that world, which, to be fair is what you listen to Final Fantasy music for, being as most of it is too notoriously cheesy to get away with listening to for its own pleasure =p. The analogue, more organic sound of The Black Mages somehow breaks that synaesthetic spell for me. I also don't like their tendancy to superimpose unnecessary "rawk" guitar solos on the music. It sounds cheap.
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I read surprisingly little for an English student. Maybe that's just cause I refuse to waste my time reading anything that doesn't come with the highest reccomendation, seeing as I am a freaking slow as hell reader. I need more RAM. Anyway, been reading "Not I" by Samuel Beckett and "The Figure In The Carpet" by Henry James, the former being a load of babble so far, and the latter a pretty damn interesting exploration of the relationship between author and reader and simultaneously between critic and author. Going to read some Nietzche and some Melville over the holidays. Should be bare good. Brah.
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This thread is like a petri dish for the propagation of bad taste. Occasionally a spark of intelligent thought and wilful discussion will grow, but it's always out competed by a heaving, frothing tide of nauseating nonsense. In any case, what I'm trying to say is that you, yes you, are nothing but a pestilent pustule of vanity. A cultural cancer. The lowest denomination of society. Hitler. /lol. I might have let myself go a little. So. Totally fucked off that Reading and Leeds are sold out, was looking forward to chillin with some brohemes over summer, and blowing my student loan on a festival built on largely generic musical diarrhoea and brain destroying intoxication. Often a fun combination.
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Listening to Idiot Pilot - Strange We Should Meet Here. Pretty interesting/ spastic collection of sounds, really tranquil spacey passages punctuated by all sorts of beeps/clicks and the occasional distorted scream accompanied by various dischords. Good stuff. Also listening to Iron and Wine - Our Endless Numbered Days, which is quite a great listen. Acoustic rock with pretty delecate, almost ethereal vocals, at times beautifully harmonised. Kinda folky too. Approved. Also, listening to Chaosphere again I've just realised how much it makes Obzen seem like a thoroughly mediocre record.
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Sleeping pills! Never try typing shit when you've taken sleeping pills! Dear god.
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tabs of medazolam, well gooooood. I feel so much like,l. I don't really care. Whats gonna happen? Now im sure, not.. well reallythats a good segue into paris hilton meat hook sodomy.\\
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Ephemeral Phantasia
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I'm in Manchester, she's in London. My penis don't reach that far >_<.
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I like to go for length in my duets, but my solos I like to keep short and...clean... I...
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Now now mboy, that's rarely a bad thing. Well, it can be a bad thing if you're too drunk to get your mojo working. Nobody likes those depressing nights when you stagger back home and your nightly duties take 30 minutes rather than 3. I think I've said too much. Yes, I think perhaps I have.
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Dave Mustaine called me a sweaty punk after a Megadeth show, I'm fairly sure that's as affectionate as he gets, so I'll take it as a compliment... er... Oh yeah, I talked to Imran Khan, who was the captain of the Pakistani cricket team when they won the world cup back in 92... probably others, but I have shit RAM, so it'll take a while for me to remember...T_T.
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I'm quite drunk, just got back from Watchmen, was fairly average. Called my lass a few times drunkenly, half bawling down the phone lol, that's gonna make for some embarrassing conversation tomorrow morning. I think I've kinda gone off alcohol...it doesn't seem to have the same effect it used to anymore. Normally I'd be completely incoherent and in hysterics. Now I just get slightly depressed for a while
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