Let’s consider for a moment he’s right. If this is true there’s no point in anything, which defeats the anticipation all together. Without the goal and more importantly the work and preparation towards making the goal as positive as possible, there’s nothing to anticipate.
Conventionality is born of stagnation and a reluctance to relinquish our grip on antiquated social observances. While it’s understandable that people want to revel in the bastion of the familiar and shun all things foreign, it should be etched into our very soul how important it is to learn and evolve beyond the mundane, for to grow stagnant is to stop moving forward, to allow convention the right of way is to disavow our own humanity and free will, and squelch the fire of imagination, and crush all possibility of really feeling as though we’re alive.
Dichotomy at it’s finest, that. In death it seems life can be reaffirmed, and in loss a gain. Perhaps this vague collection of words has deep meaning, or maybe the deep meaning can’t fully be expressed through the construct we call language… which I’ve found to be more often than not the case. The lexicon of emotion far out-nuances the lexicon of language. Well, the english language anyway, I suppose I can’t speak for any other, since I can’t speak IN any other.
Ramble ramble rant.
I feel like some sort of wizard with my new gizmo, energyxt…
A thumb drive with sequencing software and enough free space to save hours of music, drums samples, and hopefully more instrument patches….
I’m giving serious thought to setting aside the hard rock/metal genre for this… It’s easy as hell to write, just point and click, drag and drop….
I must say though, once I have a real handle on the software, I’ll be using it to create sonic backdrops to live guitar and bass. The wonderful thing is the ability to sequence beats then copy/paste them as needed… No more dealing with subpar acoustic drum recordings and the fact that the beats I hear in my head I lack the ability to play live. I never said I was a drummer damnit, and drummers around here all suck for one …
…is such a lackluster thing. Working for nearly minimum wage, writing music when ever possible, or inspired, rarely though do those things coincide…. but then I’m not starting from the beginning am I?
I suppose to start from the very beginning would be fruitless and you’d lose interest somewhere along the way, while I ramble on and on about the happenings of my 11th and 12th years of existence here on this plane. So I’ll take a page from George Lucas and start talking when the talking gets good, and maybe if you’re interested, I’ll tell you the prequel later.
His name was Jake, and one day there he was sitting next to me in my homeroom class at Burr Road here in podunk no-fucking-where. I introduced myself to him, and we became friends slowly through the course of that year. …