Posted
on Wednesday 24th of August, 2005, 02:15:17 PM.
Even after taking a week off to focus on recording, I didn't get as much done as I hoped I would and far less than I should have, despite shredding my fingers to ribbons on bass strings. I still may not get this ready for the gig on time. *sigh*
Having the microphone I was using suddenly achieve "rental" status didn't help much either. Now I have managed to borrow a good vocal mic, but still need something to record the guitar on.
Can't wait to hear the Alabaster Theatre stuff.
The new His Infernal Majesty song is quite good. I'm looking forward to the album. I had an argument with someone a few weeks ago that HIM and His Infernal Majesty are in fact the same band. Hoorah for rebranding.
Posted
on Saturday 13th of August, 2005, 10:28:02 PM.
I just slept from 3am till 8.30pm, whereon I was woken up by two pritty ladies entering my room. It's not what you think, honestly.
And now, time for the drink that I didn't get a chance to down last night!
ps. Duncans 21st was fun. Good to see everyone in the same place again... although the scene seems to have diminised some: the whole Welly goth scene was at like 2 tables. Hmm. Will need to write more later about that, I think.
Posted
on Thursday 04th of August, 2005, 12:51:22 PM.
I was supposed to go to band practise last night, but instead I fell down and slept from 5.30 in the evening or so right through until 8am. I think needed it. Although I still feel tired; what's up with that?
Sometimes it's so easy to forget the past (and, it seems, the present); it's so effortless to ignore it all, push it to the back of your mind, and continue with a smile on your face and a memory on your eyelids. Every now and then, though, it'll come back to bite you in the ass, and there's a flood of "why am I doing this? Why am I setting myself up for a fall for the hundredth time?" in your head. It'd all be so much nicer, so much easier, and we'd probably be better friends, if you'd just admit it. I wish you would; but you won't. You never have, you've just run away.
This band sounds like the Jesus and Mary Chain crossed with My Bloody Valentine. More of the former though. Heartily recommended, and they even have covers of the old 60's (50's?) songs "My Boyfriend's Back", and "Everyday"). Something a bit different.
I have five weeks from tomorrow to get my drums and recording in order. I have a sneaking suspicion that I've procrastinated too long, and I'm not going to make it. Not next week but the one after, I'm taking some time off so I can work on it for (hopefully) a good eight hours a day. It's pretty much do or die time now.
Posted
on Tuesday 26th of July, 2005, 03:11:02 PM.
Apparently there was a shift in the logic of the universe while I wasn't paying attention. Currently, saying "what the fuck are you talking about?" in reply to an ICQ message makes me personally responsible for the accuracy of any further messages I recieve, as well as whether or not said person should be talking to me about it in the first place.
If this isn't the absolute epitome of me being yelled at, bitched out and alienated for something that can't possibly be considered my fault, I don't know what is. If only because it's the (best|worst) example of it ever, the sheer frustration I have at the situation is impossible to articulate.
What would you have me do, stay offline for the rest of my life on the slight offchance that someone you know is going to talk to me and mention your name?!
Escaping contamination
Is a difficult operation.
I need some hibernation;
Hide me from the evil, protect me from the vultures.
The men and the women
Drink and make children;
They need some hibernation
To hide them from the evil,
Protect them from the vultures,
guide me through the colours.
I need this hibernation
To stray with deviation,
To gather some information.
Hide me from the evil, protect me from the vultures,
Guide me through the colours.
Spring, it dies, summer arrives;
Summer dies, autumn arrives;
Autumn dies, winter arrives
For ever and ever and ever and ever.
Posted
on Thursday 21st of July, 2005, 05:39:53 PM.
"Don't ask me to surrender"; Her voice fell tired and spent
"My hopes and dreams, a silent heart I carry here within"
Ger outstretched wings left tattered, a sail aged with rust;
"A breath in time, that's yours and mine, it belongs to only us."
And I will write her name and cast it to the sky;
Silhouettes recede into a mother's tearful eyes.
A host of angels clamor to her side,
A light dissolves to kiss the wind;
Release the dragonfly.
See the rose within the field of white, she's searching for the grail,
But the rain descends to snatch the light from distant dying suns.
A faint resounding in the night calls angels wings to beat;
Singing silent lip-sewn songs, but the distance is too deep...
And I will write her name and cast it to the sky;
Silhouettes recede into a mother's tearful eyes.
A host of angels clamor to her side,
A light dissolves to kiss the wind;
Release the dragonfly.
And I will write her name and cast it to the sky,
As precious moments will slip away in time;
Angels fall from grace, and sometimes heroes die;
Tonight, my love, ascend the gates;
Release the dragonfly.
Sometimes angels fall, but love will never die;
Tonight my soul is something more
Calls the dragonfly.
There is a private post here, but you're not logged in.
Tell me something I didn't know... *grin*
Posted
on Monday 11th of July, 2005, 04:21:52 PM.
Your IQ Is 130
Your Logical Intelligence is Exceptional Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Genius
If anyone wants some extremely strong, grindy, dirty (yet at times oddly fragile and alluring) industrial music, come get "Run Level Zero - Signals" off me. I've got to learn to DJ....
My music downloads are far in excess of my listening capability at the moment. I'm shifting 400Mb of mp3's a day out into "Ready", and the "To Listen To" folder just keeps growing. And I'm not even opening DC++ these days. Curse you, filemp3.org!
As for everything else, it all sucks. All of it. I may post more on the weekend.
I missed something. It was obvious, and sitting right in front of my face, and I missed it. Didn't even think to look. Be careful what you buy.
What an extremely strange weekend. I didn't get half as much done as I would have wanted to, and half again twice as much as I thought I would. In short:
Was very tired and only started drinking about 10.
Got about 20 minutes of carefree drinking in.
Spent far too much time worrying about my windows. The real ones, not the computer.
Got put in a very compromising situation and had to get Help.
Lost 3 CD's full of as-yet-unripped mp3's due to absinthe spillage.
Had a large dent put in my chest of drawers, and another in my bed.
Was gentlemanly enough to avert my eyes.
Had my makeup box that Abby gave me broken (and I can't find half the contents).
Had all my cigarettes smoked.
My laptop's "S" key is now intermittent.
Was told a few things about Wellington I didn't need to hear.
Had two irreplaceable photos ruined.
Was told I simply didn't matter any more.
Managed to annoy several people I said I was going to meet in town and never made it.
Was told I was the one that drove her away.
Missed going to town to annoy the rugbyheads because of the fallout of the above.
Slept on the couch.
And finally, got no thanks (although some did) for being so fucking nice about having half my room's contents and furniture trashed, my night ruined, my possessions broken, my already tender nerves frazzled, and having to sleep on the fucking couch. Next time I'm just going to throw whoever tries it the fuck out and let them deal with it in their own special way.
The end.
It's becoming harder and harder to find rest; it's starting to get very difficult to hold it in. Sometimes I just have to get up and leave, lock myself away somewhere and let it out by crying, because if I don't I'm going to kill something, and I don't want to expose the people I care about to that side of me. I'm not angry with them, I don't hate them; I love them dearly, they're my friends and they're more important to me than I let them know.
But sometimes, anything in front of you becomes a target.
For those not in the know, http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ is "an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard."
Some of these things are amazing, some mediocre, some make you blanch, and some make you burst in to tears at work and have to go outside for a clove. I have absolutely no idea why.