Friday, May 19, 2006

How I slept last night...

3am

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
*thinks to self during sleep walk to bathroom* "What's the fuckin deal with that?"

4am
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
*groggy stirring* "Seriously wa.. zzz zzz zzz"

5am
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
*groggy stirring* "Seriously, burn to the ground already! Or steal whatever you have to do. Just smash that goddamned alarm on your way out!"

6am
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
*wide awake on the verge of tears* *long inhale* *longer exhale*

7am
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
*two firemen walking in alley behind Hubris' house* *various muttering between the 2 & whoever is on the other side of the walkie-talkies*
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
Fireman 1- "I FOUND IT!" *gazes into dumpster*
*fireman 2 walks over, jumps into dumpster and beats the fucking shit out of what ever is making that fucking racket* :D
*cheering from at least three different windows rock the brief silence of the back alley*

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms


Artist: A Silver Mt. Zion
Album: He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
Year: 2000

Seriously. Click the title link, enter a credit card number and wait for your music to arrive. Reserve yourself a seat at your own private listening party. Just you. Wake in the morning and make it a slow weekend morning. Make yourself some coffee or tea. Then hit play, go sit in your chair next to the window where shafts of light sometimes grace the corner of your room and watch your world outside wherever you are. Or, close your eyes and see imagery of that world come to you through the approach of distant violins or the gentle marching drums that guide them to you. What do you see behind your eyes when you hear the quiet piano? The one that you swear is coming to you from upstairs where the sad lonely ghost of a composer from ages past works her talent through her cold ethereal fingers.

What do you see?

What do you feel?

If you find out, I want to know...


What I see:
We all have seen it before. Really, this is not a new concept. I see images and clips of war, suffering, decay of all things natural and good whipping our minds at 30 frames per second. I see people cracked out and fighting amongst themselves in the alley behind my house. I see tons of debris washing ashore of the Great Lakes. I see the construction of a space shield to supposedly protect us from an atomic bomb. I see this type of message very necessary and well suited to the music that brings it. I certainly try to avoid dwelling on such atrocities but I find this album as a useful tool for a fairly healthy way of subjecting these things to me without killing me and also keeping me from letting them flush from my memory completely. Reserving a quiet corner of my brain for me to pull out every time I pray that we will someday get it and learn.

What I feel:
Oh, I love the title. I'll never know for sure, but if it were true, it would explain so much. God left this world long ago but left behind a shadow of the beauty for us to cling to. Like a shimmer of what we could have been. Something to chase to no avail.

When its all over; when this world is dead and the people on it have finished their turn by finally destroying everything, there will be millions of artifacts. Each little piece of us that we leave behind will be part of a story. A fable. A history of how we started, scattered, and grew to rise and fall. Every tiny speck of plastic and metal and bone will speak so quietly of how much potential we had and how much we squandered through war and greed. And which is more tragic? The fact that despite the potential we had, we wasted so much that we never deserved to continue to thrive? Or that a small number of us really were conscious of our capabilities but had too quiet a voice to reach the ignorant and stupid among us? Too few to make them see. Make them grok.

It won't matter. But one day, someone may find these things buried on our desolate rock we called home. Some distant intelligent race who'd understand the sadness because they succeeded where we failed. They were close. They came here. They found us in pieces and researched us. Saw our great beauty. Saw our great tragedy. If that may be so, then this piece of music is what I'd hope they find. Music to soundtrack the decay of our home. Music that they can use as a translation of a few of our final thoughts and emotions. Misguided and wasted away.


After your listening party, go out and ride your bike or go for ice cream and sit in a park. Trust me, you'll need it.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

10,000 Days

One would think that with such a history like mine, a fascination with all things Tool would be easy to feed into and satisfy. Not so much. It may still happen but it really can't last forever. One more though? I hope. Allow me to elucidate. When I was a sophomore in high school, I heard an album called Undertow and was completely blown away by every mysterious second of it. It was enraged, heavy and beautifully crafted with a creativity so seldom found in mainstream rock. Not crisp because some record company paid a techie with a hard-on for rock n roll to over-produce a bit of music, but because they were musicians with pure talent and ingenuity. Undertow was dark and hopeless in ways that my parents actually feared. I was taken by it. Shortly thereafter, I found Opiate, Undertow's predecessor. I enjoyed it but it ultimately served more as a preface for what was to evolve.

Then came AEnima; an album which took years to hit me. I mean, I loved it instantly but the messages contained within had to surface along with aspects of my coming maturity. Some of these songs are timeless enough that I still think of them as contemporary art & philosophy that can easily apply to my life. Nearly each song has been applicable to me at some point or another. The most recent of which is "H." Lyrics within are a frightening reflection, or maybe interpretation, of what transpired between my wife & I as she started a new life while I was still trying to cling to her old one. The snake reference has haunted my dreams once or twice. Yet to be able to shout this song when I'm alone has proven to be therapeutic from time to time. I can also listen for the musical value alone... now. Musically speaking, AEnima to this day can completely dominate my attention. I indulge and put on headphones or turn it up at home to allow the fullness of sound to flood my whole being. Shake me to the core. Passionate.

But I would not want you any other way.

Lateralus came and it was progressively more positive & spiritualized than AEnima. Hopeful. Recovering. The music... oh that stunning music. It was hard to imagine that it could actually get better. More & more use of odd time signatures and synth at just the right parts. Again, every song touched me to the roots of myself. The highlight of this album for me is a triptych. Disposition, Reflection and finishing with Triad. And to experience these live!? It has the best 20 minutes of audio & visual sensory overload. Carried right away.

To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.

I'll start by saying that 10,000 Days has, without a doubt, the very best artwork I have ever seen. Its totally fucking cool. You have to see it for yourself. I have, of course, given 10,000 Days time to grow on me. The connection I felt to their music thus far may have been dramatically amplified by the fact that there are 2 concepts that I have become very interested in. Healing & evolution. I feel I'm underway with them on my own now but I am certain that the initial spark of interest with these ideas were catalyzed in part by this band and their three previous releases. Though this newest work is proving to be no different, it doesn't quite carry with it a newness and furthered maturity. LSD was curious how this one would go because after an album like Lateralus, really where CAN you go from there? The messages are still wonderful, but nothing really new & mind-blowing. The music comes across as it always has; with solid integrity, hard hitting passion, and pure talent. The difference this time is that it has become a tad predictable. I love it! don't get me wrong! It's just that I think the band has finally reached their maturity as artists. Perhaps the last three are together as one work of art. This new one, a stand alone. This is likely to be an album that is fantastic, yet a reasonable place for Tool to call it enough and move on.

But is was so loud, he sure could yell.

One thing I will mention is that I've noticed the past 2 records each have some track specifically dedicated to ranting about some poser or some lawyer or both. 10,000 days is no exception. The track is titled 'The Pot'. While I certainly understand the purge of anger and frustration that must be felt while writing and performing these tracks, The Pot leaves much to be desired. Rant, rant, rant, you must have been high, rant some more. Fair enough though, I really didn't care for 'Hooker with a Penis' from AEnima either. Truth is I don't listen to these albums for those tracks anyway. The band is far more capable of using their music for touching on the spiritual & metaphysical concepts that I find much more fulfilling. I have a favorite track already. It is the second to last track. Its called 'Right in Two'. Its a song about how the angels are baffled by humans & what they've done with their gifts. I'll leave it there in the hopes that you'll read it. I'm not disappointed by 10,000 Days by any means, but I'm no longer yanked from my reality to smother myself with a music so refreshing that I can almost feel it wash over me. I rate AEnima & Lateralus 5 out of 5 stars for sure. Undertow, 4 out of 5.

I rate this album 4 out of 5 stars.

Days without Tobacco: 16

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