Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Don't Believe In Yourself

Today I am living in a silent film where I know not what reality be in the great scheme of things and wings and I ain't got the power any more, if that's the case than may I ask or should I say then I ask what do you have, why I have the twisted mane on Winston Churchill's destiny to free New Britannia from the Light And Dark and reintroduce my mother, my dog, and my clowns to the lifeless banging on the car hoods of the sinking quicksand of my thoughts.

God, I hate caffeine. I'll be pulling an all-nighter against my will, and I've gotta work at one tomorrow afternoon. FML.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Who took my love away?

That boy knows what I'm talkin' about!

Who has two thumbs up and wants you back again? This boy!

Oh, man! Good times. Ha ha ha.

A Poem

I haven't titled it.

"Pipedreams mean nothing to me
the dreams of my generation are dreams
of alcohol in hurried sips
(quick before dinner's ready)
Internet pornography and a fear
that your cum shots will
show up among your mother's recipes
Dirty books once considered art, now
pedophilia and incest
erotica, cheap
Tires exposing driving that, in the old-fashioned 1950s,
James Dean and his mother would scoff at
Now James Dean is a name to drop
and his father hasn't changed
Your generation saw John Lennon shot
Ours saw rappers sent to jail
and we grieved
Your generation fought against the war in Vietnam
Our generation doesn't care
Your generation had passion
So does ours
But ours is hidden by dreams
that, for you, were real
Your generation passed by the open windows
My generation doesn't even notice them.
My parents:
I love you and your generation"

Monday, December 14, 2009

Really?

Today, I was listening to Miles Davis. My mother thought I was listening to Kenny G. I'm surprised she wasn't struck by lightning.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Is There Life On Mars?

Today, while at Hastings, I loudly sang "Life On Mars?" by David Bowie. Not a single person recognized it. Fuck our generation.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Studying sucks...

...but it sucks less when you're rocking out to classic albums by The Misfits, Aerosmith, Metallica, and The Go-Gos!

New study habit? Yes.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

"Thoughts meander...

...like a restless wind inside a letterbox."

29 years ago today.

Rest in peace, John.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Rap and Rock

A question on Yahoo Answers posed an interesting question for me tonight... "Which came first: rap or rock?" The obvious answer is, of course, rock; it's been around since Elvis in the '50s, rap's been around since Run DMC in the '80s, right? I did some research, here's what I came up with:

"Modern-style rock came about 20 years before modern-style rap.

The first rock record, arguably, was "Rock Around The Clock" by Bill Haley And The Comets in 1954.

Rap first appears, also arguably, with The Last Poet's eponymous debut album in 1970.

However, rapping has been around for centuries in the form of rhythmic storytelling by African "griots," often performed over light percussive backing, similar to early "modern" rappers like Run DMC.

Rock really can't be traced to much before the 1920s, with rhythm and blues "race music," which was much more blues/folk/country than rock n' roll. The first "real" rock music came in the late '40s/early '50s with artists like Chuck Berry and Little Richard.

Also, rock music was actually recorded long before any rap was, even if rap's origins are way further back.

So, in a way, rap came centuries before rock. Interestingly though, both genres can be traced back to black musicians."

I also did some listening, some essential records are The Last Poet's eponymous debut and "Pieces Of A Man" by Gil Scott-Heron.