My faith in ‘heavy’ music, is really being tested… I am tired of synths, I am tired of autotuned vocals, I am tired of synchronized headbanging, as well as all the stupid ‘deathcore’ trends that are too numerous to list. Bands need to realize that it’s not just the established bands that are allowed to experiment with genres, even if it’s going to take longer to gain some recognition…
Not too long ago, i had a dream about a man. The dream simply consisted of me confronting this man, no words were exchanged, no gestures toward one or the other, just a simple face to face confrontation. Though, I had no uncomfortable feelings, I distinctly remember waking up (either in real life, or in the next dream) and thinking ‘That man reminded me of an octopus.’
When I actually awoke (in real life) and tried to remember the dream, all i could think of was a man in a suit with an octopus for a head. I tried my damnedest to remember what made me liken this man to my favorite cephalopod, to no avail… until i saw this today
The title of my blog, as well as the title of this entry, are taken from the song 12.21.12 by Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza.
As with most musical things I love, there is a concept behind this song, as well as the whole album. The cd is called Danza III: A Series of Unfortunate Events, and the entire album dictates varying degrees of events that people consider awful and unfortunate.
To spare paper I will not go into much more detail, but this final track (minus the bonus track) is the complete culmination to what i consider to be a masterpiece of misery, the musicianship alone just conveys such destruction and desolation. The outro of the song has me envision myself as this blog’s titular beast, just causing the cleansing and cathartic chaos and destruction this corrupt world seems to need.
In my eyes, this song is the crowning jewel in a wondrous collection of misery and will always have my support and emotional connection tied to it
I have many things to say, most of which don’t make it outside of the befuddled mess I lovingly endear, known as my consciousness. Every single day, I come up with at least one new story to tell and keep adding elements to the big over-encompassing story I’d hope to tell some day.
In the long run, I really want to share with people who can find their own meaning with my own meaning… blah blah blah you get the point
Long story short, I feel as though my creativity is being stifled by the constant stream of technical information I am being fed, day after day. Though I love it, I long to ‘roam free’ through the fields of my imagination once again, and hopefully share with some people some day
I am a huge fan of the Gregory Brothers, the group that does the Autotune the News videos. One may argue that the songs they create are not original material, but that statement couldn’t be further from the truth. They are creating songs and videos that are streets ahead and much more original than the shit their musical ‘contemporaries’ are putting out.
I especially give them props for using the most awful of awful trends in recent memory, autotune. Autotune, as an effect, is something that has not just spread, virulent, through mainstream music, it has permeated it’s way into the lower circles of ‘underground’ music. The Gregory Brothers saw the potential of this tool for humor and for the sake of art, as well as its social relevance. Initially, they exploited auto-tune for the people who seemed to be in on the joke… and from there, it began. Now, these jokester hit-makers have made onto the iTunes bestsellers list, alongside eminem and usher (to name a few)
My writer’s block is not, at all, what it seems to be. My creativity is not blocking itself, I am falling prey to the fear that my words will not be pleasing to me or the person(s) reading them. I have become my worst critic, cripplingly so… my own insecurity keeps me from writing about my insecurity. Such a vicious cycle, if you ask me…
I wish to return to the days when my creativity would rampage, unabashedly though whatever medium was placed before it. However, I can whine and cry about it for days… but the fact of the matter is, i need to create. My fears need to be conquered and I need to produce material that can be judged by others outside of myself…
I have made many statements about love in my time, but i don’t believe i have ever put my theory of “falling in love” in words. If I am ever to truly fall in love with a person, I believe that it will be something like nostalgia. Though it will be a new feeling and experience, I am almost certain that the act of falling in love will be something, almost, familiar.
The reason i say this, every once in a while i find myself totally drawn to a song by a certain pattern or melody that seems to resonate deep within my heart strings (or whatever they may be called). Whenever I hear such a pattern, it immediately strikes me as something to which i should be connected to. Not just a shallow connection, but something that i will latch on to and never let go.
Like I said, that’s what i feel love will be to me… should it ever happen
(in the Upular video, it is the section that sounds like “a bird, pre-faaaaaaaaa”)
i wonder, if the man that people called Jesus Christ would have had such ‘importance’ and such an elevated status if people didn’t place him on such a pedestal.
Lately, I feel that i have developed such an uncharacteristically grandiose self-view that I can attribute to people inflating my fragile ego, as well as my fragile ego taking a shine to such kind sentiments.