oh - and I forgot this:

music: The Tea Party - Seven Circles (Oceans is a really pretty song)

This is hilarious...

You Are The Lovers

You represent ideal love: innocence, trust, exhilaration and joy. You demonstrate the harmony of opposites, two sides coming together. At times, you also represent the struggle between what is right and what is tempting. Control is an issue for you, especially when you don't know your reasons for choosing something. Your fortune: You have an important choice you need to make about love, and it will be a difficult choice to make. You are likely struggling between the love you crave and the love that is right. In the end, you will choose what you crave, even if it's bad for you. Because without what you crave, you will feel empty and incomplete.

What Tarot Card Are You?

Sometimes you read something or you hear something and it just seems really significant...

"Pride and resentment are not indigenous to the human heart; and perhaps it is due to the gardener's innate love of the exotic that we take such pains to make them thrive."

- Hope Mirrlees: Lud-in-the-Mist

I have issues. oh - sorry I'm not writing about them or anything......I just have them ; )

I hate malls and I’ve done enough shopping in the past week or so to last me a lifetime.....or at least until the fall when clothes starts being made in black again. I saw white jeans yesterday. But I’ve only been watching other people try to buy clothes - I’ve been buying too many cds and dvds (but come on - $40 for the entire dead like e series?!) *and what constitutes 'too many' cds you ask? Yesterday I bought a used Sentenced collection at Freds cause I saw it had a bunch of tracks on it from an ep that I didn't have, which, it turned out when I got home, in fact I actually *do* own, but seemed to have forgotten*.......so I’m implementing a ban on non-coffee/non-gas/non-show spendage.........these are the things I cannot live without. Well, *I* don’t actually need gas, technically gas is bad for me - but my car likes it and I like my car and I want him to be happy and drive me around (say to shows and coffee) so in the end I need gas...............which *sucks* as anyone who buys gas will know - I filled up yesterday cause I was in CBS and it’s a little cheaper - $52. I wanted to cry.........

And speaking of spendage, it looks like I might be buying a bass soon....... I’m actually really into this whole thing.... I’ve been messing around a bit on basses I do not own.........and actually hauled out my old shitty guitar to fuck around a bit - my fingers hurt.....not to the bloody extent they did when I ‘learned’ how to play guitar years ago, but enough that it might feel like progress.....

I will be staying up very late tonight; hopefully it will be less dramatic than as is the pattern I've already established here.......... I’m playing airport chauffeur at like 5am........so I have a *lot* of time to kill - thoughts, offers, and suggestions welcome (I know I've got some friends out there who seem to have abandoned me - now's your time)......anybody want to go get coffee? = )

music: Matriarch (this fucking awesome female melodic death metal band from Puerto Rico, I recently discovered.......they are crazy good) but I only have like one song which I just put on, so previously it was.....
Isis - Panopticon

Orange, thou usher confusion.....

I saw the sun come up last night (for complete details, most notably including the crazy uber-goth blood moon, please refer to Miss Lester B’s blog for a riveting retelling of events)...............well, perhaps not literally - I wasn’t actually looking at it or anything.........but I was still awake, no where near my bed and the sneaky thing came up - this never bodes well for my sleeping which is fairly sketch at the best of times. I really can’t sleep properly if I’ve seen morning light.........I don’t know why. And this whole turn of events was pretty unexpected - I’d actually figured it’d be a pretty early night and I’d probably come home, relax, hang with the pup, read some.........not so much.....my late night excursion with the jay to my silent bob (it has to be that way.........I’ve got the coat, you’ve been known to have the pot.....between the two of us we *might* swear that much........) actually offered an escape from an earlier unexpected turn of events..........unintentionally but still.............I can be quite the sucker for punishment sometimes (which it dawns on me frequently corresponds with those nights on which I see the sun come up..........wacky; it might be a theory worth looking into with the assistance of my tin-foil-hat-wearing-oprah-hating-conjectural-almost-roomates) but that hppily didn’t really get to fulfill itself yesterday..........instead we observed and pondered intently as the world around us seemed to crack at the seams, and unbeknownst to its softly sleeping inhabitants St. John’s seemed to transform into a police state, at least for a time..........

The rest of the weekend was a little *less* epic and/or mystical.......I went to the last Magnus Rising show, which was really fun (despite the fact that I headed down to the show in a ridiculously crappy mood). The single best anecdote of the evening would have to be a friend of mine pointing out to the guitarist that his Les Paul, it seemed, was showing wear on the varnish on the back, where his crotch rubbed up against it.......(this is extra funny to me - my friends seem to have an odd penchant for saying incongruous things to this poor guy). In all seriousness though, I enjoy them more almost every time I see them............so I really am going to miss them when they leave in a few weeks...........and as was pointed out to me at the show, with them gone and Cyprian AWOL, there aren’t too many metal bands currently around the city to get excited about......not many bands, period, actually - Jigger don’t play enuff, Bung are.....well, bung, and therefor cannot be expected to play with any regularity, Sheavy seem to have something in the works though.......and actually there might be a few things to look to. Brains have a last show this weekend, with Swords, et all - I’m pretty excited to check out this new venue (tho I’ll miss the kebab place - their chef was really sweet even if their heating system was imaginary) the alternative (despite the *horrible* name - which is up there with naming your band, say, Helloween). JKW have a show the weekend after that and I’m pretty sure we’ll see Jigger and Sheavy later in the month...............well maybe not me - I’m still debating heading for the capital to check out Pelican and Mono, but we’ll see..........

In other random news the show seems to have resulted in me being asked to play bass in a metal band...........this is pretty excellent, and a teeny bit daunting as I own neither a bass nor an amp, and have only ever played Metallica and Black Sabbath songs on one - but I have a burgeoning interest in picking it up, and a selection of metal chicks (and metal guy sporting newly flowing locks, as I’m told) seem willing to take a chance on my learning curve - not too bad. Seems like bass then will be my project for the summer............unfortunately it dawns on me that most of the bassists I know are going to be leaving St. John’s over the next couple of weeks so looks like I’m mostly on my own............. but actually I can think of one bassist I know who should be around and she also happens to be one of the nicest people I think I’ve ever met, so maybe she'd be willing to help me out if I need it...........

oh, and on an unrelated note I really like the way other blogs have you list what you're listening to........as far as I can tell blogger does not but I figure it'd be cool to list it just the same, so.........

music: In FLames - Come Clarity

And the award for funniest band *ever* goes to...

Rosemary's Billygoat...what follows is an actual excerpt about them from a magazine that I found in my friend's bathroom - I think it was Blender - apparently they are a real band.....and I think this just might be the funniest thing I have ever read (and I've read Good Omens - which has gay monkeys on nitrous oxide...)


So they like goats?
They are Goats! Or more accurately,this LA metal quartet claim to be half-goat - just like thier guitars!

Half-goats guitars? Are they easy to play?
"No," admits singer Mike Odd, "but evil is never an easy path to follow."


Nothing I can say can make that any funnier then it already is...

Blood is always metal (well, almost always........)

And so by that logic I was pretty metal Monday night...........

Though blood or no blood, it was a fairly intense and odd night - also pretty damn fun. Pre-show I tagged along with the people who were going to the show with me as they went to something called a ‘Pampered Chef’ show, which is basically the tupperware party of kitchen stuff, as far as I can tell (and ironically neither of the people I went with even cook - Sara had a mild panic attack yesterday in the five minutes during which she’d thought it was a good idea to make supper)........this turned out to be the scarier part of the evening, but there was free wine and foodies, and Sara and I made our own fun via notes about hardcore shows written stealthily on the little pink post-it notes that I think we were supposed to use to write down which tube pan we couldn’t continue living without..........

Then there was coffee, the waking of the dreaded-napping-Leslie-beast where all but skull fear to tread *sorry to add to the mythology Les, but only you and I know what truly happens when you are awoken* ; ) ............and the last minute check and distribution of highly-needed ear plugs - ‘ok, so everyone has their earplugs and no one needs to go to the bathroom?’ ‘But mom.........’ ‘No buts; lets go........’ (ironically when we got to the bar, we discovered that between half a dozen of us, we were short one - not one set, one earplug - and someone would not let me go get them one, so I am worried about their ears - how will you hear your sad-bastard music if you damage your hearing? I mean, its sad and quiet to start with.........)

Then to the show itself, which was a good time - LOUD, epic, fast, and screamy - despite the sickness that seemed to have plagued all those hardcore boys on tour, both Swords and Die Brucke played well......although I think I learned that Die Brucke don’t like getting their picture taken (think King kong when all the flashes and crap make the monkey go crazy.........ok, that wasn’t a really flattering comparison, but it still works!.........); Shortly after attempting this (with that camera of mine which refuses to capture a decent Swords picture...........it’s like a battle of wills now - I’m gonna keep taking them; the camera’s gonna keep refusing to have them come out...........and we’re both too stubborn to admit defeat) I got pretty decently pummeled by the singer......but he felt so bad, and apologized so much that I ended up feeling bad too - cause it was totally an accident. And I can’t help but draw attention to the fact that at the rock or metal shows I spend the rest of my time at, that would never happen.........it’s everyone for themselves, you get hurt or go down, for the most part that’s just too damn bad for you. I got damaged at a Bung show over christmas when this big drunk guy fell on me and messed up my knee which still catches - no one gave a shit but the guitarist from the band who asked right away if I was ok, and I couldn’t even get out so I ended up sitting next to him on a cabinet till the set was over......that sucked and if I ever see that guy again I will give him something to remember me by...............but this time was no big deal - everyone was pretty sweet about it and I was fine, just pissed that I missed like a quarter of their set cause I had to go to the bathroom to staunch blood-flow (though it came to my attention later how much more metal it would have been to have stayed and spit it somewhere - but, I’m sorry, that’s just not sanitary ; ) ...........) Next time Die Brucke - play longer! It’s the epic (or possibly non-Rhapsody power) metalhead in me -if a song is good it sound be like 37 minutes long not 1 !! (hmmm.....I wonder if swords have any songs that are actually longer than the Die Brucke set......definitely not outside the realm of possibility)..............

tee hee...

nadine -- [noun]: A hard-core grave robber 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

"There’s a lightbulb that’s been on since 1904........

and somewhere Thomas Edison lies cold and dead I the grave"...........and I’m in a pretty good mood - a better mood than I think I’ve been in a week or more - and not just because Edison’s no longer a threat........




Strange........ I seem to have started this post there a couple of days a go and never finished it......I don’t know if I’m inspired enough to keep going with it (more of a night person and that was in the extreme a.m-ish), but it made me smile when I found it, so I thought I'd post it anyway. The gist of it would have been something along the lines of ‘I love my friends...’......yeah - I know it sounds pretty mundane, huh? Kept you waiting with baited breath for my next post and it’s that anticlimactic.....but I am paraphrasing and it’s also pretty true, especially that one who told me that Edison had been taken care of...........I might still be distempered and hard to get along with (oh, and trust me, I am) - but I’d be just a tad more completely-insane (a possibly a little more rampage-y) without ‘em.....


But in other news, last night I went to see a man who had taught me a course in Greek Tragedy violated by a tiny cactus on stage...........I’m not quite sure if that constitutes irony exactly, but it’s close - and at any rate, it was pretty damn funny either way.....

The rest of the weekend doesn't seem to be taking any great shape though - I have a feeling there will be high and low points, and good and bad, but we'll see........

(oooo - I think that was a cliff hanger...maybe I should re-name my blog Dallas? hmm - probably not; I'd need a cowboy hat....and probably a horse.....I don't think Pegasus would count - he has wings....and he's made of plastic and is about 2 inches tall......oh well; it worked as a concept...)