Rest In Peace, Gina.
Friday, May 22, 2009
In Loving Memory
Yesterday I learned of the tragic death of a girl who I went to school with years ago. She was in my 2nd grade class and was one of the first girls I'd ever had a crush on. I couldn't tell you her favorite color or what her favorite movie was, but I can still remember the freckles on her face. I can remember her sweet voice and perfect smile. Her eyes and how even back then a nice pair of eyes gave me butterflies. I can also remember the absolutely adorable giggle that she'd let slip out when something goofy was said or done. I couldn't tell you the last time I saw her, but the second I saw her name today, all the little things I remembered about her came right back to me.
Rest In Peace, Gina.
Rest In Peace, Gina.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Spiral out. Keep going...
I've always been very intrigued by songwriters in general, but there are a few that deserve a deeper look into what makes them so special. I've already gushed about my love of Kurt Cobain, Freddie Mercury, Elton John, Jim Morrison, Max Bemis and others, but there's one I've yet to mention and shed light on why I'm so fascinated with him.
That him is Maynard James Keenan.
First let me link to a video that could prove such lyrical as well as composing ingenuity that is quite astounding.... or it could prove that some people look way too far into things. Either way, it's still quite intriguing. :)
It's a look into the album 'Lateralus' by dissecting the title track and how to "spiral out" and find a deeper appreciation for this amazing album. (It's 9 minutes and 24 seconds long)
http://wimp.com/toolsecret/
Also, here's a more in depth explanation on the whole deal:
http://www.ultimatemetal.com/forum/non-opeth-music-chat/130701-secret-tools-lateralus.html
It wasn't until I was about 13 when I had begun to listen to music less as something to pass the time and more as a learning experience of sorts. tool put out music that was heavy in sound and even heavier in emotional value and meaning. It blew my mind trying to comprehend some of the songs and lyrics. It was just so different, yet so familiar. it showed a side of music that was truly dark, and yet at the same time so bright and beautiful.
I've also really begun to appreciate and listen to A Perfect Circle a bit more in depth over the past two years, same with Puscifer. (Starting when "3 Libras" gave a flawless soundtrack to my feeling of utter despair after doing everything I could to get this girl to notice me only to be taken for granted, ignored and forgotten)
An absolutely fascinating individual indeed. :)
3 Libras by A Perfect Circle
tool - Prison Sex
tool - Stinkfist
Lateralus
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
That him is Maynard James Keenan.
First let me link to a video that could prove such lyrical as well as composing ingenuity that is quite astounding.... or it could prove that some people look way too far into things. Either way, it's still quite intriguing. :)
It's a look into the album 'Lateralus' by dissecting the title track and how to "spiral out" and find a deeper appreciation for this amazing album. (It's 9 minutes and 24 seconds long)
http://wimp.com/toolsecret/
Also, here's a more in depth explanation on the whole deal:
http://www.ultimatemetal.com/forum/non-opeth-music-chat/130701-secret-tools-lateralus.html
It wasn't until I was about 13 when I had begun to listen to music less as something to pass the time and more as a learning experience of sorts. tool put out music that was heavy in sound and even heavier in emotional value and meaning. It blew my mind trying to comprehend some of the songs and lyrics. It was just so different, yet so familiar. it showed a side of music that was truly dark, and yet at the same time so bright and beautiful.
I've also really begun to appreciate and listen to A Perfect Circle a bit more in depth over the past two years, same with Puscifer. (Starting when "3 Libras" gave a flawless soundtrack to my feeling of utter despair after doing everything I could to get this girl to notice me only to be taken for granted, ignored and forgotten)
An absolutely fascinating individual indeed. :)
3 Libras by A Perfect Circle
tool - Prison Sex
tool - Stinkfist
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
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