A new year. A new job. A new jacket and a revitalized effort to change things for the better. My past holds few regrets and I welcome the future. In my life, I've loved them all, said John L. or maybe it was Paul Mc.
You ever see those metal dudes? I'm not talking about the dudes with leather or spikes or boots. I'm thinking of the misunderstood kid in high school with the silk button-up shirt, flames printed along its seams, and the computer programmer style all black shoes shoes tied up like footballs. He's trying his damndest to grow that goofy metal beard, all long and pointy on his chin. With the sides of his head shaved, his long hair is often dyed some wacky color and pulled back into a ponytail. I love it when people express themselves, it's who they are, and it's refreshing to see people who don't really give a shit what others may think of them however uncool they look to the judgemental populace, myself included. That was one hell of a run on. Sometimes I think about editing these things before I post them, but that defeats the point. Stream of consciousness is what I'm going for. I just wish my hands could keep up with my minds. Ghostface Killah is a firm believer in stream of consciousness, listen to supreme clientele, it's staggering; leaving fools in the angel dust. James Joyce? I think he was on that boat too. I should read more.
So I bought a book. And now I'm reading it. A Season in Hell with the Rolling Stones chronicles the recording of the band's famed 1972 album Exile on Main Street. The story has renewed my affinity for all things Stone. Basically, they're the shit. Mick Jagger sings these words on one track near the end of the album and it kind of sums up the turmoil within the band, specifically the love/hate working relationship between him and Keith that fueled their collective genius:
When you're flying your flags
All my confidence sags,
You got me packing my bags.
I'll stowaway at sea,
You make me mutiny,
Where you are I won't be,
You're gonna be the death of me.
That ish is raw kid. He wrote some cool stuff sometimes. I'd be a Pinochio if I said otherwise.
Minor annoyance: people who wield their intelligence like a sword. They cut people down on the regular. It's rude to be belittling. Sure, you're smart, cool, but do you have to make others feel dumb? I've witnessed this firsthand: the short, gruff statements in that vindictive, know-it-all manner and the meek, shoe-gazing responses. It's so sad watching someone get humiliated. I'm embarassed for them. Why do people feel the need to assert their dominance in matters so trivial? What's worse is that I think these people don't even know they're being disparaging. It's simple--lighten up, change your tone. You'll make more friends.
ONE SONG: DEAD FLOWERS by THE ROLLING STONES or TOWNES VAN ZANDT
You ever see those metal dudes? I'm not talking about the dudes with leather or spikes or boots. I'm thinking of the misunderstood kid in high school with the silk button-up shirt, flames printed along its seams, and the computer programmer style all black shoes shoes tied up like footballs. He's trying his damndest to grow that goofy metal beard, all long and pointy on his chin. With the sides of his head shaved, his long hair is often dyed some wacky color and pulled back into a ponytail. I love it when people express themselves, it's who they are, and it's refreshing to see people who don't really give a shit what others may think of them however uncool they look to the judgemental populace, myself included. That was one hell of a run on. Sometimes I think about editing these things before I post them, but that defeats the point. Stream of consciousness is what I'm going for. I just wish my hands could keep up with my minds. Ghostface Killah is a firm believer in stream of consciousness, listen to supreme clientele, it's staggering; leaving fools in the angel dust. James Joyce? I think he was on that boat too. I should read more.
So I bought a book. And now I'm reading it. A Season in Hell with the Rolling Stones chronicles the recording of the band's famed 1972 album Exile on Main Street. The story has renewed my affinity for all things Stone. Basically, they're the shit. Mick Jagger sings these words on one track near the end of the album and it kind of sums up the turmoil within the band, specifically the love/hate working relationship between him and Keith that fueled their collective genius:
When you're flying your flags
All my confidence sags,
You got me packing my bags.
I'll stowaway at sea,
You make me mutiny,
Where you are I won't be,
You're gonna be the death of me.
That ish is raw kid. He wrote some cool stuff sometimes. I'd be a Pinochio if I said otherwise.
Minor annoyance: people who wield their intelligence like a sword. They cut people down on the regular. It's rude to be belittling. Sure, you're smart, cool, but do you have to make others feel dumb? I've witnessed this firsthand: the short, gruff statements in that vindictive, know-it-all manner and the meek, shoe-gazing responses. It's so sad watching someone get humiliated. I'm embarassed for them. Why do people feel the need to assert their dominance in matters so trivial? What's worse is that I think these people don't even know they're being disparaging. It's simple--lighten up, change your tone. You'll make more friends.
ONE SONG: DEAD FLOWERS by THE ROLLING STONES or TOWNES VAN ZANDT
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