Feel so tired.. maybe due to lack of lunch...
...
...
I am thinking. Honest.
Colours
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Oh Dear
I promise no more, no more.
I had to do it, ok?
Yeah, I got a MySpace account. I feel like so suckered.
But I'm still not joining you on Bebo damnit!
I had to do it, ok?
Yeah, I got a MySpace account. I feel like so suckered.
But I'm still not joining you on Bebo damnit!
story for ro
once upon a time there was a boy called George and he lived at the bottom of a hill. George always wondered what was on the other side of the hill but his mother would never let him venture further than the small bush that marked the half-way point to the top.
George's fascination with the other side of the hill grew as he grew older and one day he overcame his fears of what his mother would say, what lay beyond and everything else, and set off. he passed the small bush that marked the half-way point to the top. he passed the wall that marked the three-quarters-of-the-way point. and as he reached the top he saw a girl walking towards him. they faced each other on the top of the hill.
"hi," said George.
"hi," replied the girl. "i'm Jane"
"i'm George."
they stood in silence for a while. George looked out, past Jane and down the other side of the hill. there he saw another house, similar to his own.
"do you live there?" he asked, pointing
"i do indeed, with my mother. we have lived there since i was born. and you? do you live there?" Jane pointed towards George's house.
"i do, with my mother and our cat Cecil."
they stared at each other's houses for a while. beyond jane's house the hill sloped down onto fertile grassland, crossed by a thin, grey road that faded away into misty clouds.
behind George's house where other hills, rising higher into the distance.
"i have never been to the top of this hill before," said George and Jane simultaneously. they stopped and stared at each other.
"my mother would not let me," George explained
"nor mine me. though i belive your cat has crossed the hill before - is he a ginger tom?"
"yes, he is very tame and friendly though. not at all wild."
"yes, i have found him in our garden on several occasions. he purred at me when i stroked his head."
"he only purrs at people he likes," said George, smiling.
"why would your mother not let you cross the hill?"
"i think she is scared that i would get lost. or be too adventurous. i'm not sure."
"that must be the same with my mother. i want to obey her because she is very kind and caring to me. but i had a compulsion to see what was on the other side."
"as did i!" exclaimed George. "it has always fascinated me, but today the urge was so strong i had to go, even though it might mean hurting my mother. i will not go down the other side today though, so as not to be too disobedient."
"neither will i," agreed Jane. "though one day i should be most interested to see your house and garden, if that is not rude of me to ask."
"on the contary," said George, "i should be delighted. providing, of course, that you show me your house and garden some time. and perhaps the beautiful fields beyond. do flowers grow there in summer?"
"yes, yes," Jane said excitedly. "daisies and buttercups and wildflowers, and poppies too. and there are birds - sparrows and thrushes."
and so Jane and George agreed to explore each side of the hill together - with their mothers' consent, of course. but for now they would have to go home for tea.
"it was delightful to meet you Jane," said George
"and you George," said Jane. "we shall meet again soon. farewell."
"farewell."
and they went their seperate ways - Jane to her side of the hill, George to his.
and George told his mother what lay beyond the top of the hill, and although she was sad that he had disobeyed her, she was secretly pleased that he had shown courage and maturity, and openly pleased that he had found a friend.
the end.
George's fascination with the other side of the hill grew as he grew older and one day he overcame his fears of what his mother would say, what lay beyond and everything else, and set off. he passed the small bush that marked the half-way point to the top. he passed the wall that marked the three-quarters-of-the-way point. and as he reached the top he saw a girl walking towards him. they faced each other on the top of the hill.
"hi," said George.
"hi," replied the girl. "i'm Jane"
"i'm George."
they stood in silence for a while. George looked out, past Jane and down the other side of the hill. there he saw another house, similar to his own.
"do you live there?" he asked, pointing
"i do indeed, with my mother. we have lived there since i was born. and you? do you live there?" Jane pointed towards George's house.
"i do, with my mother and our cat Cecil."
they stared at each other's houses for a while. beyond jane's house the hill sloped down onto fertile grassland, crossed by a thin, grey road that faded away into misty clouds.
behind George's house where other hills, rising higher into the distance.
"i have never been to the top of this hill before," said George and Jane simultaneously. they stopped and stared at each other.
"my mother would not let me," George explained
"nor mine me. though i belive your cat has crossed the hill before - is he a ginger tom?"
"yes, he is very tame and friendly though. not at all wild."
"yes, i have found him in our garden on several occasions. he purred at me when i stroked his head."
"he only purrs at people he likes," said George, smiling.
"why would your mother not let you cross the hill?"
"i think she is scared that i would get lost. or be too adventurous. i'm not sure."
"that must be the same with my mother. i want to obey her because she is very kind and caring to me. but i had a compulsion to see what was on the other side."
"as did i!" exclaimed George. "it has always fascinated me, but today the urge was so strong i had to go, even though it might mean hurting my mother. i will not go down the other side today though, so as not to be too disobedient."
"neither will i," agreed Jane. "though one day i should be most interested to see your house and garden, if that is not rude of me to ask."
"on the contary," said George, "i should be delighted. providing, of course, that you show me your house and garden some time. and perhaps the beautiful fields beyond. do flowers grow there in summer?"
"yes, yes," Jane said excitedly. "daisies and buttercups and wildflowers, and poppies too. and there are birds - sparrows and thrushes."
and so Jane and George agreed to explore each side of the hill together - with their mothers' consent, of course. but for now they would have to go home for tea.
"it was delightful to meet you Jane," said George
"and you George," said Jane. "we shall meet again soon. farewell."
"farewell."
and they went their seperate ways - Jane to her side of the hill, George to his.
and George told his mother what lay beyond the top of the hill, and although she was sad that he had disobeyed her, she was secretly pleased that he had shown courage and maturity, and openly pleased that he had found a friend.
the end.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh
Oh dear, what is going on?
I'm really sleepy - went to bed around one, woke up way early and have just had some mulled wine.
Hence my brain's failure to function properly.
Wasted morning; not good
Walk with Kingstons - fun
Roundup? Don't know. Might meet the lads, might relax with family...
or my guitar
Rosa is visiting relatives for like five days (FIVE WHOLE DAYS) so I actually do miss her. Quite a lot.
Listening to Demon Days.
And Joey talking to himself.
Had ideas but they're gone.
Recording. I set up the cellar (again) yesterday and am now waiting for someone to come and ask to borrow my Dad's mic's again...
Condenser mic isn't working - when I plug it in to the amp it makes a continuous popping noise but doesn't pick up any sound... anyone know?
Took me ages to get the drum levels right and place the mic's and I just know somebody is gonna go and turn the dials and *bang* back to square one.
And it will all explode and we will die
Ah yes. I will post things about recording on here, but will put REC: before the title so those who aren't interested know not to bother.
Right, I've been rambling and mistyping for ages now, bye.
I'm really sleepy - went to bed around one, woke up way early and have just had some mulled wine.
Hence my brain's failure to function properly.
Wasted morning; not good
Walk with Kingstons - fun
Roundup? Don't know. Might meet the lads, might relax with family...
or my guitar
Rosa is visiting relatives for like five days (FIVE WHOLE DAYS) so I actually do miss her. Quite a lot.
Listening to Demon Days.
And Joey talking to himself.
Had ideas but they're gone.
Recording. I set up the cellar (again) yesterday and am now waiting for someone to come and ask to borrow my Dad's mic's again...
Condenser mic isn't working - when I plug it in to the amp it makes a continuous popping noise but doesn't pick up any sound... anyone know?
Took me ages to get the drum levels right and place the mic's and I just know somebody is gonna go and turn the dials and *bang* back to square one.
And it will all explode and we will die
Ah yes. I will post things about recording on here, but will put REC: before the title so those who aren't interested know not to bother.
Right, I've been rambling and mistyping for ages now, bye.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
world on the edge
been moving so slow
so painfully slow
but we're almost there now
we've got nowhere to go
losing the sky
burning itself alive
and the clouds will pour out rain
the world is on the edge
it's on the edge
slipping over
slipping down
lift up our eyes
high with our pride
look what we've made
look what we've lied
so painfully slow
but we're almost there now
we've got nowhere to go
losing the sky
burning itself alive
and the clouds will pour out rain
the world is on the edge
it's on the edge
slipping over
slipping down
lift up our eyes
high with our pride
look what we've made
look what we've lied
Time
As always, the more time I have the less I blog and vice-versa.
My only commitment at the moment is a piece of Philosophy coursework - my girlfriend is in London for a few days, football is off for Christmas, I'm on holiday...
So anyway that's why I haven't posted as regularly as I do when I'm up to my ass in deadlines and my girlfriend is standing behind me.
Yes. So, how're you doing?
I got a brilliant album for Christmas - Demon Days by Gorillaz. It is absolutely superb: every track is good and there are some that just *shine*.
To be honest, that slighty experimental, slightly minimalist punk/hip-hop/funk thing is rather similar to the music that I want to make, write, play... I'd go more guitar-driven and less hip-hop, of course...
I have so many creative ideas - thing is I want to be the first to put them into practice so a) I fear posting them anywhere (pathetic, I know) and b) I want to get a band together ASAP so that I can get there first. Basically... I'll write about it one day. Yeah.
Sucks about Santa huh? It's ok, the supplement guys did well. An overdrive pedal, coffee beans, a bat (think black, leathery wings, sharp teeth)... anyway I've fulfilled my afternoon's ambition which was to blog something that rambled a bit, made a bit of sense and generally filled some space.
So now I can go do something interesting :D
My only commitment at the moment is a piece of Philosophy coursework - my girlfriend is in London for a few days, football is off for Christmas, I'm on holiday...
So anyway that's why I haven't posted as regularly as I do when I'm up to my ass in deadlines and my girlfriend is standing behind me.
Yes. So, how're you doing?
I got a brilliant album for Christmas - Demon Days by Gorillaz. It is absolutely superb: every track is good and there are some that just *shine*.
To be honest, that slighty experimental, slightly minimalist punk/hip-hop/funk thing is rather similar to the music that I want to make, write, play... I'd go more guitar-driven and less hip-hop, of course...
I have so many creative ideas - thing is I want to be the first to put them into practice so a) I fear posting them anywhere (pathetic, I know) and b) I want to get a band together ASAP so that I can get there first. Basically... I'll write about it one day. Yeah.
Sucks about Santa huh? It's ok, the supplement guys did well. An overdrive pedal, coffee beans, a bat (think black, leathery wings, sharp teeth)... anyway I've fulfilled my afternoon's ambition which was to blog something that rambled a bit, made a bit of sense and generally filled some space.
So now I can go do something interesting :D
Saturday, December 24, 2005
What more to say?
I've decided not to blog on Christmas Day because I figure that would land me in the "Sad, pathetic and anti-social" group. Yum.
Okay, you might argue that I'm in that group already but screw you, it's Christmas.
On that note, Santa rang me and asked me to deliver this message to the blogosphere and beyond.
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MESSAGE FROM SANTA
Greetings
Firstly I would like to clear up a few things
1) I am not a terrorist
2) I am not a paedophile (nor am I a paediatrician - idiots)
3) I am (or rather, was) part of a government conspiracy to keep you all well behaved
Anyway, yesterday I said "Stuff the government, stuff Reindeer, stuff f***ing Christmas: I'm going to Hawaii to become a surf king and lie on a beach in the sun drinking beer."
So that's what I'm going to do.
Do you know how many years I've spent just clearing out f***ing Reindeer stalls? How many times I've had to record a "Ho-ho-ho" for the B.B.C. to broadcast? Do you know that 80% of my income is spent buying presents for parents to hide in their kids' stockings, only for the parents to say "Oh Santa, he's not real." Bastards!
Anyway, I've quit now and not even a 200% pay rise would talk me back into that job. So Happy Christmas and F*** you all.
Santa
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Sorry about the foul language there - he did sound rather upset. Reminds me of a song by Weird Al Yankovich personally.
Anyway, do have yourselves a good Christmas Season and I'll blog some interesting things sometime.
Okay, you might argue that I'm in that group already but screw you, it's Christmas.
On that note, Santa rang me and asked me to deliver this message to the blogosphere and beyond.
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MESSAGE FROM SANTA
Greetings
Firstly I would like to clear up a few things
1) I am not a terrorist
2) I am not a paedophile (nor am I a paediatrician - idiots)
3) I am (or rather, was) part of a government conspiracy to keep you all well behaved
Anyway, yesterday I said "Stuff the government, stuff Reindeer, stuff f***ing Christmas: I'm going to Hawaii to become a surf king and lie on a beach in the sun drinking beer."
So that's what I'm going to do.
Do you know how many years I've spent just clearing out f***ing Reindeer stalls? How many times I've had to record a "Ho-ho-ho" for the B.B.C. to broadcast? Do you know that 80% of my income is spent buying presents for parents to hide in their kids' stockings, only for the parents to say "Oh Santa, he's not real." Bastards!
Anyway, I've quit now and not even a 200% pay rise would talk me back into that job. So Happy Christmas and F*** you all.
Santa
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Sorry about the foul language there - he did sound rather upset. Reminds me of a song by Weird Al Yankovich personally.
Anyway, do have yourselves a good Christmas Season and I'll blog some interesting things sometime.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Shoes
After a dramatic expedition with Rosa (first time we've actually ventured to either a cafe or a shop since we've being going out - Weston doesn't count) to Park Street I eventually brought some brown size 10 Duffs.
That was interesting, but it got really hot when a guy showed up in the shop with a large rifle and demaned the money from the register.
I rugby tackled him and took a bullet to the arm. I extracted it with my teeth and spat it at him with such force that it peirced his hand and made him drop the weapon. I then bled on him until he submitted, tied him to a chair and put him on a rocket to Mars where he died of starvation three months later.
And that's my life story.
That was interesting, but it got really hot when a guy showed up in the shop with a large rifle and demaned the money from the register.
I rugby tackled him and took a bullet to the arm. I extracted it with my teeth and spat it at him with such force that it peirced his hand and made him drop the weapon. I then bled on him until he submitted, tied him to a chair and put him on a rocket to Mars where he died of starvation three months later.
And that's my life story.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Christmas
christmas is coming
i want to get fat
but i'm not gonna
'coz i have a high metabolism
yesterday was fun
but this afternoon was funner
yesterday i learnt the origination of
"son of a gunner" (see below)
today i spent the whole afternoon with rosa
lying in her arms on a big yellow sofa (nearly rhymes, c'mon)
i'm still totally knackered from when i woke up at four
but the good news is i don't have to go to school any more (well, for two weeks)
the reason being i have now finished for christmas
and i'm not even going to try and rhyme with that
and something about goldfish
and... oh feg it i've run out of inspiration
wahey
The term "Son of a gunner" comes from an insult used to describe the illegitimate sons of "ship's comforts" from the eighteen-hundreds. Yummy.
I learnt that one yesterday on the history trip.
i want to get fat
but i'm not gonna
'coz i have a high metabolism
yesterday was fun
but this afternoon was funner
yesterday i learnt the origination of
"son of a gunner" (see below)
today i spent the whole afternoon with rosa
lying in her arms on a big yellow sofa (nearly rhymes, c'mon)
i'm still totally knackered from when i woke up at four
but the good news is i don't have to go to school any more (well, for two weeks)
the reason being i have now finished for christmas
and i'm not even going to try and rhyme with that
and something about goldfish
and... oh feg it i've run out of inspiration
wahey
The term "Son of a gunner" comes from an insult used to describe the illegitimate sons of "ship's comforts" from the eighteen-hundreds. Yummy.
I learnt that one yesterday on the history trip.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Monday
I think I becoming an insomniac.
I awoke several times last night, finally at four when I was unable to resume sleep.
This has been happening far more frequently than usual in the last few months, although last night was the first time I was unable to go back to sleep at all.
As a consequence I am shattered. To add to this tiredness I spent the day trudging around various famous buildings in London.
Actually, "trudging" makes it sound rather grim. It was all in all a rather enjoyable day, despite immature hyperactivity on the coach journeys. This level of silliness was far less than last time though - a promising sign. I hold that it's because Mike wasn't there.
I was, alas, in one of those immature moods myself where I talk loudly and brashly about goodness-knows-what in the hope of sounding funny, and actually sound like a tit. I managed to overcome it once or twice, but mostly... I have an excuse, ok? I was tired.
The highlight (or at least, the event most worthy of blog) was meeting a guy with the middle name Milton at the Tower of London who was dressed as a servant or peasant (or something). He talked to us for a bit and gave us an informal history lesson.
To be honest I ignored all that - I just liked his middle name :D
Gonna go "bed" (text Rosa) now.
I awoke several times last night, finally at four when I was unable to resume sleep.
This has been happening far more frequently than usual in the last few months, although last night was the first time I was unable to go back to sleep at all.
As a consequence I am shattered. To add to this tiredness I spent the day trudging around various famous buildings in London.
Actually, "trudging" makes it sound rather grim. It was all in all a rather enjoyable day, despite immature hyperactivity on the coach journeys. This level of silliness was far less than last time though - a promising sign. I hold that it's because Mike wasn't there.
I was, alas, in one of those immature moods myself where I talk loudly and brashly about goodness-knows-what in the hope of sounding funny, and actually sound like a tit. I managed to overcome it once or twice, but mostly... I have an excuse, ok? I was tired.
The highlight (or at least, the event most worthy of blog) was meeting a guy with the middle name Milton at the Tower of London who was dressed as a servant or peasant (or something). He talked to us for a bit and gave us an informal history lesson.
To be honest I ignored all that - I just liked his middle name :D
Gonna go "bed" (text Rosa) now.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Alone In The Blogosphere
It seems like everyone has gone... no-one posts or comments any more....
what's going on?
Maybe there is a plague that has wiped everyone out except me
Cool :D
***UPDATE*** I wrote "their" instead of "there" - what is the world coming to? Lucky I noticed!
what's going on?
Maybe there is a plague that has wiped everyone out except me
Cool :D
***UPDATE*** I wrote "their" instead of "there" - what is the world coming to? Lucky I noticed!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Universal Creation
universal creation
break away from your inspirations
push new boundaries, seek new locations
learn to move with the inflation
I think we should try and keep everything new and interesting. After all, we have eternity ahead of us and an infinity of creativity to use.
break away from your inspirations
push new boundaries, seek new locations
learn to move with the inflation
I think we should try and keep everything new and interesting. After all, we have eternity ahead of us and an infinity of creativity to use.
Post 222
Wow. I was gonna do something special (Post #222 being a very important blogging landmark) but then I figured I could use this post to tell you about my amazing idea.
Required:
- Six 16-18-year olds
- A white van
- A driver
- A target
- Black/khaki combat clothing and balaclavas
- A megaphone
- Fake guns (these must not resemble real weapons)
The six guys, dressed in their combat gear and a couple of them armed with fake guns, get in the van. The driver drives them to school, right up close to the buildings.
The guys get out, rush into the classroom where the Target is in lessons. One person shouts announcements and instructions (such as "Everybody get back against the wall") through the megaphone while four people carry off the target. The fake guns can be used to frighten teachers, pupils etc.
The target is loaded into the back of the van, the six guys get in and the driver drives them off around the corner to 16 Cotham Park...
where they all have tea and buns with the target and apologise if they scared him.
Then you sit around and wait until the police show up.
Hey, it could work.
Required:
- Six 16-18-year olds
- A white van
- A driver
- A target
- Black/khaki combat clothing and balaclavas
- A megaphone
- Fake guns (these must not resemble real weapons)
The six guys, dressed in their combat gear and a couple of them armed with fake guns, get in the van. The driver drives them to school, right up close to the buildings.
The guys get out, rush into the classroom where the Target is in lessons. One person shouts announcements and instructions (such as "Everybody get back against the wall") through the megaphone while four people carry off the target. The fake guns can be used to frighten teachers, pupils etc.
The target is loaded into the back of the van, the six guys get in and the driver drives them off around the corner to 16 Cotham Park...
where they all have tea and buns with the target and apologise if they scared him.
Then you sit around and wait until the police show up.
Hey, it could work.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Where, Who, What, People?
fascinations with you,
stranger walking down the other side of the street,
face in a window, reflecting my confusion,
voice in a corridor, echoing my senseless chatter,
silence in the night, repeating my lonely thoughts
do i connect with you,
ignore you,
recognise and avoid you
or try to do all three and fail?
i can't express myself through words
but if my soul is anything to go by
then warmth and fear walk hand in hand
and nothing is certain but nothing itself
the concept of eternity is terrifying
the concept of eternity spent alone: infintely more so
i fear the future, the past,
what can hurt me and what i will never know
but perfect love drives out fear
that is my ambition
our destination
it
stranger walking down the other side of the street,
face in a window, reflecting my confusion,
voice in a corridor, echoing my senseless chatter,
silence in the night, repeating my lonely thoughts
do i connect with you,
ignore you,
recognise and avoid you
or try to do all three and fail?
i can't express myself through words
but if my soul is anything to go by
then warmth and fear walk hand in hand
and nothing is certain but nothing itself
the concept of eternity is terrifying
the concept of eternity spent alone: infintely more so
i fear the future, the past,
what can hurt me and what i will never know
but perfect love drives out fear
that is my ambition
our destination
it
Thursday, December 15, 2005
So Warm, So Fake
small as a grain
in a world of raindrops
every step you take you drown
and still they push you further
still they push you down
and here is my frozen heaven
your hands can't touch it
and your eyes can't see it
all in my head? i wish it was true
every time i think
i think of you
where is our wild landscape
of passion and tradgedy
when all our friends
have let us go
it feels so warm
but still so fake
here at last we cross the line
go through the gate
and there's nothing
and i still can't find you
in a world of raindrops
every step you take you drown
and still they push you further
still they push you down
and here is my frozen heaven
your hands can't touch it
and your eyes can't see it
all in my head? i wish it was true
every time i think
i think of you
where is our wild landscape
of passion and tradgedy
when all our friends
have let us go
it feels so warm
but still so fake
here at last we cross the line
go through the gate
and there's nothing
and i still can't find you
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I.D. for a Pint of Coke?
Went to see Delirious? tonight (review thing tomorrow) and afterwards we went to The Hatchett to get some coke because everyone had low energy... and we got ID'd.
Funny thing is, the guy doing the ordering was actually 18, but he didn't have any I.D.
So we got turned away.
Shocking.
Funny thing is, the guy doing the ordering was actually 18, but he didn't have any I.D.
So we got turned away.
Shocking.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Don't Turn Away
this is winter,
this is where i realise i'm alone
out in the wilderness
out on my own
this is where i drown
without the line to pull me in
this is where i sink
where i let the enemy win
so where are you when i need you?
don't turn your back on me
don't leave me outside,
on the outside
don't turn away
don't turn me down
i need your help
i'm flat on the ground
don't toss me aside
don't let me slide
i'm down on my knees
help me turn myself around
this is the desert
where i find i've lost it all
this is where i give myself
into your hands
this is where i tell you
just one more time
i can't make it on my own
can't take what life demands
this is where i realise i'm alone
out in the wilderness
out on my own
this is where i drown
without the line to pull me in
this is where i sink
where i let the enemy win
so where are you when i need you?
don't turn your back on me
don't leave me outside,
on the outside
don't turn away
don't turn me down
i need your help
i'm flat on the ground
don't toss me aside
don't let me slide
i'm down on my knees
help me turn myself around
this is the desert
where i find i've lost it all
this is where i give myself
into your hands
this is where i tell you
just one more time
i can't make it on my own
can't take what life demands
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Funny Story
once there was a boy called robin who wanted to play guitar...
so he learned the guitar...
and one day he played at woodies...and people saw that it was good...
so he played again...
and one day he went on stage... and he picked up his guitar... and put the strap around his neck... and then the strap popped off and the guitar fell on the floor... and nigel the drummer laughed long and hard...
and then robin picked up his guitar... and in the confusion stood on his lead... which came out... and there was much buzzing... and robin speedily turned down the gain on his amp... plugged in his lead... and all was well...
the end
so he learned the guitar...
and one day he played at woodies...and people saw that it was good...
so he played again...
and one day he went on stage... and he picked up his guitar... and put the strap around his neck... and then the strap popped off and the guitar fell on the floor... and nigel the drummer laughed long and hard...
and then robin picked up his guitar... and in the confusion stood on his lead... which came out... and there was much buzzing... and robin speedily turned down the gain on his amp... plugged in his lead... and all was well...
the end
Inspired - Indescribable: Chris Tomlin
I had an amazing time at church today and came home feeling really inspired about the same things I felt inspired about at Soul survivor - being a dissatisfied Christian.
I don't want to be satisfied with how my life is turning out - I want to be constantly purusing my relationships with God, with people, with the world; I want to be constantly trying to improve.
Wouldn't it be great to live in a world where everyone's priority was love - for God and for each other - and where everything was... well, it's indescribable really. Soul Survivor is a small taster, but I want that for my daily life.
I was particularly inspired today to try and get my friends to church. My initial reservations, all these years, were as petty as "They won't find it cool" or "They'll ruin the experience for me" etc. But now I figure: what if they became Christians? God's really been speaking to me about this.
So, Christian readers, pray for Cotham school and particularly for my friends. And me.
Wooh.
About that last post... I'm not bitter. Really. I was just finishing my rant from a while back.
Sorry I haven't blogged much (comparatively) in the last few days - I've been doing important things.
I don't want to be satisfied with how my life is turning out - I want to be constantly purusing my relationships with God, with people, with the world; I want to be constantly trying to improve.
Wouldn't it be great to live in a world where everyone's priority was love - for God and for each other - and where everything was... well, it's indescribable really. Soul Survivor is a small taster, but I want that for my daily life.
I was particularly inspired today to try and get my friends to church. My initial reservations, all these years, were as petty as "They won't find it cool" or "They'll ruin the experience for me" etc. But now I figure: what if they became Christians? God's really been speaking to me about this.
So, Christian readers, pray for Cotham school and particularly for my friends. And me.
Wooh.
About that last post... I'm not bitter. Really. I was just finishing my rant from a while back.
Sorry I haven't blogged much (comparatively) in the last few days - I've been doing important things.
Down In The Mix
I was down in the mix today...
church was amazing and I really enjoyed worshiping and listening and everything...
but I was down in the mix.
It's Mark Shin. He doesn't like lead guitars.
Hah. I know I was right.
church was amazing and I really enjoyed worshiping and listening and everything...
but I was down in the mix.
It's Mark Shin. He doesn't like lead guitars.
Hah. I know I was right.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Don't Kill For Me - Time Is Running Out: Muse
Having been deliberating for over a week about what to write for a piece of coursework due in this Friday, I eventually went for a persuasive speech criticising the death penalty, specifically in the U.S.A.
I began to research the subject and uncovered more and more shocking and depressing stories and facts.
The story that had the most impact on me was that of Glen McGinnis - they interviewed him and I watched the video online. He had completely reformed and was very gentle and quiet. At the end of the video the message "Glen McGinnis was executed January 25th 2000" came up and it was a complete shock - one minute watching this living guy talking and smiling, the next minute knowing he's been killed.
Some sites that are relevant:
Don't Kill For Me
Death Penalty Information Centre
N.C.A.P.D.
I began to research the subject and uncovered more and more shocking and depressing stories and facts.
The story that had the most impact on me was that of Glen McGinnis - they interviewed him and I watched the video online. He had completely reformed and was very gentle and quiet. At the end of the video the message "Glen McGinnis was executed January 25th 2000" came up and it was a complete shock - one minute watching this living guy talking and smiling, the next minute knowing he's been killed.
Some sites that are relevant:
Don't Kill For Me
Death Penalty Information Centre
N.C.A.P.D.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Oh dear - Everything's Not Lost: Coldplay
And a big thank-you to my lovely, amazing girlfriend who saw fit to change my profile details so that I was batman. I especially liked the picture.
Batman and Robin for those of you that don't get the joke.
Shocking :o
Batman and Robin for those of you that don't get the joke.
Shocking :o
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Life - Pavane: Gabriel Faure
People are so sad sometimes, so funny other times, so pleasant, so terrifying...
and we're all the same.
People affect people in so many ways...
...people lose track of who they are...
...of who other people are...
...of what they are meant to be...
...why Christmas?
and we're all the same.
People affect people in so many ways...
...people lose track of who they are...
...of who other people are...
...of what they are meant to be...
...why Christmas?
Friday, December 02, 2005
Feeder
Yesterday I went to see Feeder live at the Cardiff International Arena with some dear buddies and I was tempted to review the whole gig on here.
But I'm not going to.
Instead I'll just throw some thoughts and opinions at you:
As a live band they are co-ordinated and well-rehearsed, which does mean that they stick to their set and don't fool around. Personally I like it when bands change the style of their songs or mess around with the audience, but Feeder only noticable varied one song - Descend - which was my favourite of the night.
Their sound is fairly full for a band of four who normally have twice that number of instruments in their album songs. With the heavier songs the low frequencies were really quite heavy and rumbling, enough to make me go "Hmm" although not enough to ruin the sound. Mostly though the overall mix was very good.
The supporting act, Goldie Looking Chain (G.L.C.) were immensely funny if a little, er, base. Put it this way, considering the number of under-fourteens in the audience (there was a good mix of ages but as I anticipated the majority were young teenagers) I would be surprised if the lyrics made complete sense to everyone there.
For those of you who don't know, G.L.C. are the band responsible for such classics as "Guns Don't Kill People, Rappers Do" and "Your Mother's Got A Penis." Like I say, funny but crude.
Some of my favourite songs of the night were:
Descend - This was begun with the drums and bass, groovy and thundering at the same time. For those of you who don't know Feeder but do know, say, Radiohead: the verse of Descend reminds me of My Iron Lung. Very sweet. The song builds up into a rocking Feeder chorus and spills into a Foo-Fighters-sounding "Yeah-eh, yeah-eh" bridge. Then back to verse, chorus etc. and then Feeder make my day by actually doing something original. They drop down to bass, guitar and kick-drum and the song rolls along and them *boom!* shrieking harmonics solo. Beautiful.
Seven Days In The Sun - Played during the encore, this is a rocky song and when played live sounds pretty much the same as on the album, albeit with some rockier drumming and fills. It really is the perfect live anthem though, and it they didn't let us down.
Feeling A Moment - The opening song, this has a brilliant soundscape and feel to it; it shows Feeder's more poppy side whilst maintaining that rock feel.
Feeder also built up into another song - it may have been Insomnia - with lots of echoes and clapping, which was great. Unfortunately I can't remeber all the details.
They did play around a bit with other songs, and if you were to talk to me about it I might remember more but right now those three are the ones that stand out.
Anyway, it was interesting talking to the guys I went with afterwards and comparing my "musician's perspective" *cough* with their perspectives. Interesting.
More later on that whole suject.
But I'm not going to.
Instead I'll just throw some thoughts and opinions at you:
As a live band they are co-ordinated and well-rehearsed, which does mean that they stick to their set and don't fool around. Personally I like it when bands change the style of their songs or mess around with the audience, but Feeder only noticable varied one song - Descend - which was my favourite of the night.
Their sound is fairly full for a band of four who normally have twice that number of instruments in their album songs. With the heavier songs the low frequencies were really quite heavy and rumbling, enough to make me go "Hmm" although not enough to ruin the sound. Mostly though the overall mix was very good.
The supporting act, Goldie Looking Chain (G.L.C.) were immensely funny if a little, er, base. Put it this way, considering the number of under-fourteens in the audience (there was a good mix of ages but as I anticipated the majority were young teenagers) I would be surprised if the lyrics made complete sense to everyone there.
For those of you who don't know, G.L.C. are the band responsible for such classics as "Guns Don't Kill People, Rappers Do" and "Your Mother's Got A Penis." Like I say, funny but crude.
Some of my favourite songs of the night were:
Descend - This was begun with the drums and bass, groovy and thundering at the same time. For those of you who don't know Feeder but do know, say, Radiohead: the verse of Descend reminds me of My Iron Lung. Very sweet. The song builds up into a rocking Feeder chorus and spills into a Foo-Fighters-sounding "Yeah-eh, yeah-eh" bridge. Then back to verse, chorus etc. and then Feeder make my day by actually doing something original. They drop down to bass, guitar and kick-drum and the song rolls along and them *boom!* shrieking harmonics solo. Beautiful.
Seven Days In The Sun - Played during the encore, this is a rocky song and when played live sounds pretty much the same as on the album, albeit with some rockier drumming and fills. It really is the perfect live anthem though, and it they didn't let us down.
Feeling A Moment - The opening song, this has a brilliant soundscape and feel to it; it shows Feeder's more poppy side whilst maintaining that rock feel.
Feeder also built up into another song - it may have been Insomnia - with lots of echoes and clapping, which was great. Unfortunately I can't remeber all the details.
They did play around a bit with other songs, and if you were to talk to me about it I might remember more but right now those three are the ones that stand out.
Anyway, it was interesting talking to the guys I went with afterwards and comparing my "musician's perspective" *cough* with their perspectives. Interesting.
More later on that whole suject.
"Without God they could be massive" - Our God Reigns: Delirious?
I read a review of the new Delirious? album (The Mission Bell) as published in Q Magazine. The review concludes by saying that the music is passionate and technical, but "isolated" from the mainstream because of Delirious?'s faith. The review ends with the sentence "Without God they could be massive."
Isn't that ironic now?
Isn't that ironic now?
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Google Video Blog - Empty Souls: Manic Street Preachers
I discovered the Google Video Blog the other day; probably one of the bigger blogs, and the guy posts a google video a day on there. Here are three that might amuse you:
Photocopier
Wall
Cats
Photocopier
Wall
Cats
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