28 June 2011
Blog? What?
I was told that blogs can be used as a means to share my thoughts but I have no thoughts to share at the moment because my mind is preoccupied with cleaning. In particular, cleaning the sheets of my bed after Rodent strategically positioned a moist turd on it.
Don’t get me wrong, Rodent is a good cat whose generous gestures are highly appreciated but I struggle to gratefully accept her little sculptures because I’m not an admirer of her creative genius. You might say that we have our artistic differences. In fact, I have made suggestions in the past that she offer gifts which aren’t so DIY but she feels otherwise.
Seeing so much creative passion in someone is something I’d never discourage so instead of refusing her gifts, I secretly toss them in the bin when she isn’t looking. Oh, how her heart would break into tiny chunks of meat if she knew that I do such awful things.
Some time ago, she inquired as to where I all her sculptures were. I told her that I put them aside for safekeeping in a place where only my treasured items are kept. She was very pleased to hear this. What troubles me is that she believes me. She believed my every lie because she trusts me. Wow. When did I turn into such a deceitful monster?
A deceitful monster. Coolness.
23 June 2011
A very average blog post
This week has been very average for me, but since I I love anticlimaxes that means my week has actually been utterly fantastic. I have spent many hours in the ace of beige, the average car that it is, sitting in average traffic jams caused by average people with average driving skills having average accidents and sustaining moderate injuries.
Thankfully, this time was not wasted for me as I occupied myself with average philosophical thoughts, not particularly deep or shallow in their own right. One of which was the contemplation of whether a high level of averageness in an individual's life is sustainable. Is it really enough to survive by satisfying the basic requirements of survival: going about one's daily routine in an average calm mental state, having breakfast, going to work, going to the supermarket, cooking dinner, and sleeping? Or, is it vital to spice this up a bit and get some emotional excitement with the feeling of personal superiority from derogatory gossip about ginger acquaintances, or from indulging in risky behaviour like ass pinching a stranger in a crowded night club, or finally saving up and buying that big dildo you've always wanted? However, since many people do these things, they're not that exciting at all but just average in the first place.
There are so many levels of average in this world - often things that seem exciting are really just average if you think about them. Take bass playing for example, exciting on the surface but it's actually quite easy because the bar is so low. Of course there are exceptions, but the majority of bass players play parts that are musically so simple that any technically average bass player is viewed as a virtuoso by an audience. Some people might find ending on this bombshell depressing, but, since I love anticlimaxes and all levels of average, bass playing to me is utterly fantastic.
Thankfully, this time was not wasted for me as I occupied myself with average philosophical thoughts, not particularly deep or shallow in their own right. One of which was the contemplation of whether a high level of averageness in an individual's life is sustainable. Is it really enough to survive by satisfying the basic requirements of survival: going about one's daily routine in an average calm mental state, having breakfast, going to work, going to the supermarket, cooking dinner, and sleeping? Or, is it vital to spice this up a bit and get some emotional excitement with the feeling of personal superiority from derogatory gossip about ginger acquaintances, or from indulging in risky behaviour like ass pinching a stranger in a crowded night club, or finally saving up and buying that big dildo you've always wanted? However, since many people do these things, they're not that exciting at all but just average in the first place.
There are so many levels of average in this world - often things that seem exciting are really just average if you think about them. Take bass playing for example, exciting on the surface but it's actually quite easy because the bar is so low. Of course there are exceptions, but the majority of bass players play parts that are musically so simple that any technically average bass player is viewed as a virtuoso by an audience. Some people might find ending on this bombshell depressing, but, since I love anticlimaxes and all levels of average, bass playing to me is utterly fantastic.
22 June 2011
Garlic....about 70 % proof today, (great curry last night... 3 dishes, used a whole bulb. Take that Edward Cullen!!) ... Well were in the STL the other day, were just finalising things... as you do. Just one observation, the view from there is soooo good when the weather's good, but to see it means we are stuck inside in a hot sweaty studio... So another week... and so great to be back on stage recently (Friday 27 May, Voices for Christchurch). BTW great work by the other acts, good work guys and girls!!
So the news is November... it's going to be one memorable month (all being well), pushed play, on its way/in a belly something grows = to sleep deprivation (criptic eh!).
SO as the only real learned one in this rabble of musos (well, I watch Discovery channel) feel it's my duty to educate....so my (interesting is so subjective) fact and link to Poppydust this blog is 'Mr Mojo Risin' featured in the Doors song LA Woman is an anagram of Jim Morrison... who is buried in Pere-Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. Along with some note worthy others Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde and including not so world renown but important nonetheless Jean Moulin (meaning windmill), a french Hero and resistance fighter in WWII, who disappeared and his ashes (well they think they were his) were buried in Lachaise until 1964 when they were moved to the Pantheon, on the trip there ironically they would have probably passed the Moulin Rouge (Red windmill)... which was the basis of Baz Lehrmanns take on just about everything including Orphean myth, La Boheme and Verdis La Traviata... Anyhow, the sound track for the movie was written by Martin Brown....thus linking to Poppydust, who have a member with the same name and well poppies are Red, so a link though ever so slightly nebulous. See you in 6 weeks.
So the news is November... it's going to be one memorable month (all being well), pushed play, on its way/in a belly something grows = to sleep deprivation (criptic eh!).
SO as the only real learned one in this rabble of musos (well, I watch Discovery channel) feel it's my duty to educate....so my (interesting is so subjective) fact and link to Poppydust this blog is 'Mr Mojo Risin' featured in the Doors song LA Woman is an anagram of Jim Morrison... who is buried in Pere-Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. Along with some note worthy others Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde and including not so world renown but important nonetheless Jean Moulin (meaning windmill), a french Hero and resistance fighter in WWII, who disappeared and his ashes (well they think they were his) were buried in Lachaise until 1964 when they were moved to the Pantheon, on the trip there ironically they would have probably passed the Moulin Rouge (Red windmill)... which was the basis of Baz Lehrmanns take on just about everything including Orphean myth, La Boheme and Verdis La Traviata... Anyhow, the sound track for the movie was written by Martin Brown....thus linking to Poppydust, who have a member with the same name and well poppies are Red, so a link though ever so slightly nebulous. See you in 6 weeks.
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