:: Thursday, November 10, 2005
NEAR DEATH EXPERIMENTS
first off.. on a totally unrelated red herring that's just gonna throw the rest of this useless rant off.. to all of you idiots thinking a return to 80's fashion and music is like the COOLEST THING EVER! and yer scrambling for all those idiot newwave 80's bands and tragical goth fashions n crap (funny how they call 'em EMO now?) then.. you need to see the movie NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE.. seriously maaan.. it's gotta be the most FUCKED UP FILM distillation of 80's music and fashion I've seen this year.. it's like a decade of vomit up on the screen.. it's freakin' scary maaan.. it's probably the best horror movie you'll see, period.. yeah.. just like wot a friend told me as he handed me his copy of AMERICAN PSYCHO for me to read.. "check this shit out.. it'll fuck up yer life!"
anyhoo.. for most of this week I've been feeling like that quote from LORD OF THE RINGS "like I'm butter spread thin on too many slices of bread".. or y'know.. wot'ever the fuck it is that Bilbo Baggins actually says somewhere in the beginning of FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING.. maybe I'm like this coz I'm doing the existential equivalent of twiddling me thumbs right now wondering when some decision is gonna be made about some wacky um "job opportunity" (or the numerous other crap ones I'm using as backups).. or fuckit.. I'm probably grossly deficient in some kinda vitamin or crucial nutrient at the moment, it's exhibiting as a symptom of soul sucking "tired'ness" and I'll die tomorrow a foaming stain covered in ants.. but hey.. at least it'll prove amusing to anyone who discovers it.. (or tries to get the smell out.. eeeeeeeeeeee!)
so.. being the space cadet that you know me well for being.. nothing better to do right now in a mood like this than to channel that narcoleptic torpor and see where the hell it takes me creatively (hopefully before I pass out and leave nothing but a stain covered in ants).. and for the last few days now, I've somehow managed to summon enough oxygen to me brain to cook up some beats.. hoping to find something cool for a little music idea I had codenamed "LOTUS BLU".. I dunno, guess I wuz imagining some kinda stoner electro infected japanese zen gargen bong smoke triphop thing.. chuck a female vocalist singing all ethereal on it.. and I'd have an a-grade cut of musical hashish fit to fuck people's minds up to in a haze of smoke.. yeaah..
of course.. my brain's too freaking vague right now to actually achieve that exact aim with any measure of immediacy.. so.. as well as FINALLY getting a beat serviceable for LOTUS BLU.. I've also ended up with these other 2 really cool beats.. one for a seriously slo-mo 76bpm drug casualty song codenamed "DEAD INSIDE" (apparently I was channeling TRICKY on that one).. and this other crazy slappy little bitch of a beat.. which I'm calling "PENCIL PUSHER".. sounds like everything that's wrong with all those dickhead RNB ticking beats right about now.. but y'know.. all twisted and corrupted into something diabolical enough not to get me head eaten by all them underground elite thinking I've sold out to the devil or sumthin'..
but yeah.. it's funny.. sure I feel like I'm dead right now.. and I'm just floating upside down in that goldfish bowl with a blank stair blowing blubbles out've me nose like a retarded person.. and yet, it inspires all these neato beats.. yeah.. tiny sense of achievement here! if I remain this fucked up in the headspace for long enough.. I could make a freaking TRIPHOP EP or something to rival the best shit TRICKY could cough out've his lungs.. ooooyeaah!
yeah.. ok.. this is a monumentally crap blog post.. but, fuckit.. you're bored enough to read it.. so, who's to blame here? why don't YOU suggest something for me to write about huh? instead of me providing you with all the answers.. YA FREAKING UNGRATEFUL BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTARDS! AUAUUAAUAUAUAAAAAHHH!!
fuckit.. I'm gonna see wot other cool sounds I can come up..
:: Spoz 12:18 AM |