5 posts tagged “music”
I love music. I always have. I can't sing, I can't dance, and I'm completely oblivious to most of the trends and great things happening around me. That said, I love music. After moving from Idaho, after the strangest and shortest six months of my life, I moved to California to live with my dad. In that time, I met a fantastic guy, who I would have killed for him to kiss me, made the best friend that I've ever had, and had a great fucking time. I went to Gilman's, I jumped off a very small cliff, and had some guys laugh at me on my way down the steep hill in flip flops.
That year, was, amazing. I bitched a lot, but I had a great fucking time. I saw Champion, Stay Gold, Terror (even though I hate them,) Circle Takes the Square (lol,) and so many others that my brain melts when I think about it. I lost my card, so I had to buy another one, for 4 dollars, hahaha.
Anyway, while looking through old CDs, I found a CD that really epitomized my teenage life, as it were. What's even more strange is that it's a compilation CD. I didn't listen to it everyday, or anything, but every time I did listen to it, I dedicated my attention to it. Different songs for different days, different moods for different hours. It's just strange to me that even then this compilation CD described me fantastically. It still does, parts of me anyway. Unfortunately, the CD itself was in poor repair. I take really good care of my CDs and Albums, so I'm not sure what happened to it, I'm sure that someone borrowed it without asking (my little brother.)
So, I downloaded it from dowloadpunk, haha, such a lame name. Since then, I've been joyfully reliving my squandered youth from seven years ago.
Awesome.
I miss when Veruca Salt, The Lunachicks, and others like them had their time in the sun. I know a lot of people think they suck, but I don't know I just miss it a lot. Veruca Salt was my favorite band in the whole world for a long time, and they have a deep sensitive soft spot in my heart just for them. The Lunachicks the same. I don't mean to say that groups will never be like that again. I just miss fun music.
I guess
Well, I've never made any secret about it, I'm straightedge. This is a great source of comedy for the people who have known me the longest, and I think that sometimes it intimidates them how far I've crawled out of the shit and filth that I swam around in for a long time. That brings me to my next point, music. I LOVE music. I can't play anything worth shit, but I love it anyway.
What I don't love is the prepubescent bullshit that I see all around me, in bands I love and bands that want to be like them. What brought this to a verbal head, was said band Years Spent Cold who added me on the Myspace, I check out most of the bands that add me, because we had some of the same choices in music at least. I love Straightedge Hardcore, and various incarnations of the style of Hardcore. So, often I get a lot of hardcore, screamo, whatever bands that aren't very good, but sometimes there are some bands that are fantastic. Blah blah blah. So, back to Years Spent Cold. I had never heard of them, go to their profile, the music thing is taking forever to load so I'm just looking at their profile...
And there they are.
The one only thing I loathe more in this world than algebra. The Tit Shot.
I don't even understand what compels people to do this shit. What is the point of writing a BAND across your tits, taking a picture of it and posting it on the internet. THEY WON'T EVEN BE A BAND IN FIVE YEARS! If you want to show your tits that's cool, but I mean seriously...
They're just a bunch of morons in a band, why in God's name would you write a member of the band's name on your tits, THEY WON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME AT THEIR NEXT SHOW. Yeah, you're such a part of the scene. The only other way you could get any further in was if you were fucking them.
People can make their own decisions, I get that, but seriously, what the fuck?
Uphill all the way
I think the vision's too big to fit your frame
Heard you speak too soon
Oh, if we meet pay no mind if I hide in my tortoise shell...
Be brave, be brave
A Mayan Pilot needs no aeroplane
Be brave
The sand inside my glass is running thirty past the hour
I'd give a lot of precious things to have your simple power
Oh, if we meet, be brave, be brave,
The Mayan Pilot needs no aeroplane
I'm still wide awake
Mmm... spent the midnight cursing your lover's name.
Speeding through my moods
Oh, if we meet pay no mind if I hide in my empty room...
Be brave, be brave
A Mayan Pilot needs no aeroplane
Be brave
The change inside my pocket's falling fifty off the mark
I'd wager all my fortunes just to see you in the dark
Oh, if we meet, be brave, be brave,
The Mayan Pilot needs no aeroplane
Tug-of-war with me
Oh, if I lose pay no mind if I rise like the sun at noon...
Be brave, be brave
A Mayan Pilot needs no aeroplane
Be brave
Yeah, I refuse to fade into the grey of something trite
I'd give a lot of precious things to see you taking flight
The sand inside my glass is running thirty past the hour
I'd give a lot of precious things to have your simple power
Oh, if we meet, be brave, be brave,
The Mayan Pilot needs no aeroplane
-Splashdown, "Mayan Pilot"
