:: Wednesday, October 05, 2005
IF I KEEP SCREAMING AT THIS CUP OF COFFEE, WILL IT BOIL?
hi everybody! I'm spoz's misplaced musical creativity! I've been off partying hard for over a year now in some undisclosed corner of the universe.. soaking up the sun.. waking up drunk in random gutters.. pissing into decorative fountains and fornicating with all them crazy nubile tree nymphs.. yeah.. y'know how they're like.. once they feel wood they wont leaf you alone.. leaf! geddit? hahaha.. no wonder I'm spoz's creativity.. always with the funny! damn I rock! heeey there goes that tree nymph again.. wow she's a frisky one.. always looking for roots.. geddit? ROOTS! trees! ha! I kill me again! yeah.. I wonder wot spoz has been doing whilst I've been away? I bet he's been real creative.. writing plenty of psychedelic eye-ball melting music.. yeah.. how's that album going I wonder? I bet it rocks! I sent me substitute doris to help him finish it.. yeah, she's not much of a muse.. but she makes a great accountant.. I bet she did a great job inspiring spoz.. gee.. I bet he's written a great album and he's touring around the world.. yeah!
*ahem*.. yeah.. ok.. so the last year or so hasn't been great for making music.. felt like all my inspiration had been sold off to some multinational, moved off shore to some pacific island with dubious tax laws, filled it with call centres of pidgeon english speaking jihad sleeper cells and now all I have left is a big fat wad of used chewing gum rolling around in me jaws and the flavour's all gone..
I had this silly idea a year or so ago that I should seek closure, stop EVERYTHING and focus on getting the album finished.. yeah.. nice idea in theory.. I only had 2 songs left to complete.. how HARD would it be to get a female vocalist who could commit to a project? so.. 6 months later.. still no vocals.. still no closure.. left hanging at the 95 percentile and the kettle still hasn't boiled.. and all I had to show for anything is one increasingly impatient SUBWOOFER MC and a small scattering of internet fans (hi guys!) screaming at me to "RELEASE THE DAMN ALBUM ALREADY BEFORE WE FREAKING EXPLODE!!".. yeah, I've read the forum posts.. it's been driving ME crazy too..
it'd been enough to make me wanna pack me bags.. and go wherever the fuck my creativity went.. gee, I sure hope the weather's nice there..?
but no.. a funny thing happens when that pencil snaps in yer brain.. when yer last shred of sanity leaves you.. when frustration and disappointment combines with anger, impatience, inadequacy, rejection, boredom, and a twitchy trigger finger looking to destroy and forms this giant freakish japanese manga attack robot thingy to haunt you.. you think it's here to kill you.. but OOOOH NOOOOO.. this howling blackhole of creative nihilism does this funky polar bizarro shift.. and all of a sudden.. it's like a shot of B12 and all this fucked up shit inspires you like Kurt Cobain's shotgun to the head.. KABOOOOM!.. there's my creativity back again!! all flying brainchunks against that garden shed wall!! I'm baaaaaack!
and now, not a moment too soon.. I'm writing new songs again.. yeah.. spoz is real pissed off and he's got some pent up shit to unleash.. and DAMN does it sound funky.. and as for the album? there's maybe a glimmer of hope there too.. got someone working on it and she may just save the day.. (hi kaliah!)
but in the meantime.. I'm writing a whole new chapter of craziness.. it's time I had that SUBWOOFER MC running scared again.. nothing's more fun than making that COPY ONE run around like an amphetamized hamster on another crazy musical detour.. yes! lets see wot'ever totally fucked up shit we can get him doing in the name of art! yup.. that's right, you'll have new shit to play with.. and sooner than you think!
so.. what is the new direction here? where is my sound going? well.. I've been inspired a LOT this last year or so with the rapid fire, freeform, village idiot / intellect howling rant over hammering fuck off psychotic techno beats kinda buzz.. think UNDERWORLD, think BORN SLIPPY.. think the last lines in that fateful journal before the soldiers beat down that door and bash his skull in.. the pen leaving that jagged line at the end of the page.. "THEY'RE HEReeee...r....r..".. fuckit.. think trancendental ghosts singing over swirling dervish synths.. think of those 250,000 sentinel drones sent to kill zion.. think more melodies.. think the damn dirty funk.. think of the calm eye of the storm before your entire house gets blown halfway across mexico.. emotions of a mammalian brain since forgotten.. light and dark like a strobe light..
yeah.. this new shit.. is all about the toxic shock.. the post modern overload.. the panic attack.. rising sea levels.. blood pressure.. heart attack.. screaming with raised fists over the freeway.. the world's gonna freaking eat you alive and spit out a cremated husk in it's wake.. life and death.. insomnia whilst the snipers have you in their crosshairs.. and yet another bomb blast echo's on CNN.. the cycle of violence.. the cycle of fear.. wot doesn't kill you.. makes the coffee stronger..
yup.. the SPOZ is back!
this is not a drill..
this shit's gonna FUCK you up!
:: Spoz 4:19 AM |