:: Wednesday, June 16, 2004
I AM JACK'S VENTED SPLEEN
the storm has broken..
the gathering clouds have parted..
puddles evaporating in the growing warmth of an afternoon sun..
the gathering orange robed monks, with their funny yellow mohawk helmets have made their blessing, stunk up the whole joint with barely legal burning herbs and made their foghorn collective rumblings..
peace at LAST in our times..
where last week was chaos..
this week, is order..
I am Jack's calm little candy coated centre..
FDA approved and combat ready..
somehow, 4 beats..
4 hairy / shrapnel sharp / stoner blunt and dandruff flakey breakbeats..
divinated from the darkness..
too much equipment, too much caffeine, entered the jungle and slowly went insane..
but now.. we behold a thing of intricate order..
polyrhythmic / dyslexic / chaotic.. but rubberband springloaded order..
like that plastic bag scene in "American Beauty" sometimes I just can't TAKE it..
but.. sure enough, I'll find a way to fuck it all up..
in fact, I'm counting on it..
equations to balance..
yes, a lot of gibberish here..
but, I'm a good position..
song #2 here.. with a nifty / quirky little rolling selection of breaks..
the percussive rhythms locked in..
skeleton built.. endo? or exo? I'm not too sure..
either way, the screaming in my head can stop..
1/2 the battle's over..
with the war yet raging..
it's not over yet..
but, I'm confident in yet another victory..
OH YES KIDDIES, THE END IS NIGH!
:: Spoz 4:30 AM |