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Friday, August 25, 2006

Currently Listening
Jailbreak
By Thin Lizzy
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The old ways are no more.

I feel my life has taken a turn for a Reniassance. School is started, and after my surgery, I have lost so much weight im back to my freshman weight. Everything is slowly seeming to improve. Hopefully, I'm correct.


Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Currently Listening
Wolves in Wolves' Clothing
By NOFX

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- Leaving Jesusland

Topics that generally piss people off

Jews
Republicans
Al Qaeda
The "N" word
Emo
Jesus
Farting
Cutting
Polly Shore
Pornography
Ugly Dogs
Rapest
Teachers
Rapest Teachers
Dead cute things
Corn Flakes
Muslims
Dick Cheney
Lies
Personal Politics
Marajuana
Star Trek
Country Music
Nuclear Weapons
Vietnam
George Bush
Michael Jackson

Did I miss any? Probably. If I did, let me know.


Thursday, June 22, 2006

Currently Listening
Heroine
By From First to Last
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The Emo Effect

Emo. What do you think of when you hear that word? Depressing rock bands and skinny little white kids with greesy bangs writing bad poetry is what comes to many peoples minds.

Well, after I went to the Vans Warped Tour and saw many of what are refered to as "emo" bands, I was surprised to find that many of their lyrics weren't depressing, that the band was positive and idealistic, and that the crowds were very active and fun. So today, I did a little research.

As it goes, the term "Emo" is dead. Most bands have a similar sound these days, sure, but most of them (with quite a few exceptions) are not that depressing or whiney. If you think that most of these bands are emo because they have a few songs about emotions, well thats a large margin to bounce around on since people have been writing music about emotion since we discovered how to make music in the first place.

Emo started as an offspring of punk in the late 80s when punk (at the time had become extremely violent and volitile) was too much for some of its fans. The new genre (also often refered to as post hard core) came to be closely more intimate and personal than what punk was at the time, but still holding similar sound. I found a couple of the early emo bands, and they sounded nothing like what many refere to emo as. In the early 90s emo's popularity in the underground fizzled as Grunge took control of pretty much everything, but the few remaining emo bands took to the indie scene's influence and thus the sound changed once again. Time progressed on and one and the sound slowly changed, but still holding the term "emo". And so by the turn of the millinium, bands like Jimmy Eat World and Dashboard Confessionals debuted into mainstream using the title "Emo" and by 2004 it was a household name and all the tikes in the burbs were whering their systers pants and cuting their bangs longer. This is where the terme "you're being emo" arose. Now you can't determine what is emo and what isnt, this is because emo is dead and gone. It died before we were out of diapers.  It's like an imposter wearing a deadman's nametag. If you want to call these bands anything, call them "vaguely emo influenced"(and if its still too tough for you, call it "SCENE"). So stop your crying, put down that razor and pick up a water gun: it's time to start a circle pit.


Saturday, June 10, 2006

Currently Listening
Cricklewood Green
By Ten Years After
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So where do I go from here?

What might I say?

Well, I was talking to a friend tonite, she was launching turtles into outer space. It was appearently some hobby of hers, and hse said she was going to move to the big leagues with geraffes...


Thursday, June 08, 2006

Currently Listening
Great Days: The John Prine Anthology
By John Prine
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I was hitchhiking down a lone desert road somewhere between nevada and arkensas. I can't say for sure where exactly, but it was dry and open for miles in all directions. On this path I met the blackest man in the world. How must you say he was the blackest? This is so for his own freckles that riddled his face were in fact lighter than his normal skin tone. The man was near 7 and a half foot tall, and carried a body bag with what he said was the remains of an unmarked grave he had dug up while looking for his sister. The man frightenned me and I began to try and talk my way out of the conversation. However the more I talked the more intrigued I became with his story. The daylight began to weak as it faded over the horizon, and me and the lone black man walked down the desert road. Suddenly, a storm blew up. It must have been completely created from the sheer heat of the desert. The lightning was vigorous, and the poor man that stood at my side was struck, body bag and all. I  must have been knocked out for several hours. When I awoke all that was left of the man was a giant black mark where the body must have burnt from the lightning. I fortunately felt no remourse because I'm really just a halucination a groupie had after she took some brown acid.

 



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