as anyone familiar with television cliche would know all too well.. drowning ya sorrows thru a night out on the piss is never a good idea.. especially when combining said activity with a shithead friend of yours who gleefully rubs salt into your wounds to make you feel worse, coz apparently that's HIS fucked up way of drowning his sorrow.. yeah.. misery loves company.. just like misery loves a vicious knee capping with an axe then left alive to rot missing a face, tongue, teeth, fingerprints (or other identifying features) buried alive in a remote log cabin in the woods somewhere covered in flesh eating ants.. hmmm.. how did THAT get out onto this written page? you weren't meant to read THAT.. *gulp* (looks nervous around him.. grins sheepishly) and now we're mooooving on.. :)
I have observed however.. that drowning ya sorrows in mood lit surroundings whilst listening to stoner lo-fi acoustic rock DOES do wonders for ya (cheers Nick Barker.. and who'ever those other freaks were who were playing with ya.. you guys rocked!).. yeah, this shit actually DOES help turn you around.. just like one of those cheesy montage-shots-to-music at the end of all those tv shows miraculously seems to fix everyone's problems.. no, it's NOT a cliche.. it really DOES work.. and all it takes is 3 - 4 minutes of melancholy fuzz rock and big sweeping camera shots and crossfade edits?.. who'da'thunkit?
that new Gorillaz song also really helped.. y'know that song with the idiot laughing and that shit about windmills?.. yeah, makes no fucken sense normally.. but, on Friday night.. watching RAGE all pissed off over a job I didn't get (and a friend who conveniently reminds me of everything that's fucked up about my life).. it worked wonders.. enough to make me wanna download the MP3 and play it over and over like autism.. aaaaaa.. urge to kill.. faaaading.. faaaading.. RIIIISING.. faaaading.. gone..
yeah.. alcohol + shithead friend pushing ya buttons = murder suicide tendancies..
alcohol + stoner lo-fi rock'ness / melancholy bongfunk hiphop'ness = yay sunshine!
so yeah.. I'm all solid now..
just as soon as I bury this body in the woods..
who wants to read about MY shit..?
here's your weekly dose of Spoz's photographic artistic stonerisms instead..
just on a totally random tangent here.. but I figured something about this album I'm working on.. it's entire character arc.. it's dynamic struggle.. it's existential curve.. the mood swings from anger to whimsy to comedy to angst and back.. the ebbs and the flows.. perfectly matches the movie "TRAINSPOTTING".. in fact, when I'm finally done with this mess.. fer laughs.. I'm gonna play both of them simultaneously.. and channel some serious subtext wikki wikki.. forget Darkside of the Moon vs The Wizard of Oz.. Subwoofer album vs Trainspotting is gonna break on thru to the other side.. oh yeaah.. splitting atoms :)
hmmmm.. maybe I should watch that movie again.. that bit when the baby's head spins 180 degrees and drops from the ceiling onto a screaming Ewan McGregor? claaassic..
Previously on Spoz's Rant: Under The Influence