i think this kid has like no bones in his body.
b. said, “it’s like he melted! he creeps me out.”
i can see that. creepy. but in an AWESOME way
props to brandon for this one.
This one only appeared on the online newspaper, so it’s not as fancy. but it’s still words, and i made them up:
Artist:A Day to Remember
Album:For Those Who Have Heart
Label:Victory
While listening to A Day to Remember’s debut album, For Those Who Have Heart, I found my toe tapping.
I was just about to start humming along when suddenly the music changed. The drums sped up, the guitars got crunchier, and the singing got…death metal-lier. I had to turn around and check the CD player to make sure nothing had happened.
A giant question mark undoubtedly rose above my head. What had happened?
Calling themselves “pop-mosh,” this Florida fivesome mix (or attempt to mix) the melodic hooks of pop punk staples like blink-82 or Fall Out Boy with the deep, grumbly screaming of a hardcore band like Cannibal Corpse. What results from this chaos is a bit disturbing.
Each song starts well enough, like a proper emo song. But somewhere about a minute in, the music changes, and singer Jeremy McKinnon (I suppose it’s still him-it sounds like a completely different person, so one can’t be sure) suddenly drops his voice to a death-metal howl that might even make Jonathon Davis from Korn raise his eyebrows.
There’s no question that these guys are talented. Their songs, about broken relationships and life in a band, are as good as anything out there today. At least, the non-screaming parts are. Though it’s an interesting idea, the two genres just don’t mix as well as A Day to Remember seems to think they do. The songs feel schizophrenic, like someone changed the station in the middle of the song. One minute McKinnon is singing normally, the next it sounds like he’s burping out the alphabet.
For Those Who Have Heart is certainly original, but pop-mosh is not a genre that will ever get a lot of success, and while I applaud them for trying something new, I think perhaps they will be better off to stick with their hooky emo side and save the rumbling for Napalm Death. If they do that, I will certainly wait in line to buy their next album.
all i need now is one of those fedoras with a little piece of paper thast says “press” in the hatband.
and a girl friday.
i blame the weather.
all of a sudden, it had to go and get sunny here again. i guess austin’s trying to make nice. i, for one, certainly don’t need six layers of clothes to make my day complete, that’s for sure. and though it’s not shorts weather or anything (these are the times i sigh and think of l.a.), it ain’t half bad. the sun calls me to get outside, go hiking, have fun in it.
so i have not had a lot of free time to sit in front of the computer and put words together.
well, i have sat in front of the computer. but it was to edit a silly clip from a silly show for my film editing class. it’s great to find out what they did with the film i sent them every day when i was a camera assistant (and sometimes necessary to lecture the t.a. on what numbers mean what on the slate. [cocky? me? just a little. but in a subtle way...]).
actually, i have sat in front of the computer working on short story ideas foir my creative writing class. some things come to mind, but nothing to make a cohesive whole yet. it’s due in two weeks, and i know there will be rewrites. so i’m already starting to stress on that one.
oh, and i have sat in front of the computer most of last weekend writing a review of a party for the newspaper. they actually asked me to go, i actually went, and i think i actually wrote something decent. though the editor hasn’t talked to me since he published it. apparently, i have to check in with him. they like go-getters, or something, i guess.
and my spanish class is kind of kicking my butt, which makes since, since it’s semester three of four on the spanish program, and i took semester two of four in 1996. so i’m a bit behind on that. and i’ve spent some time on the computer trying to catch up on spanish tutoring sites recommended to me by the teacher (who is probably about my age, i have noticed. i should be getting used to that by now, right?)
so i guess i have been on the computer a bit. but i’ve had no time to write anything. sorry. maybe next week.
i’m shy. i know it’s hard to believe, especially those of you that know me (i suppose it’s not hard to believe if you don’t know me, but then who the hell are you, anyway?), since once i know you i can be outgoing and charming–though some might call it obnoxious.
so i attend a school of 50,000 students, and i know approximately…zero. but classes get smaller as you progress in your college career, and here i am a senior, so a lot of my classes are about twenty people. it behooves me to make friends, and it’s much easier in such a small class, right?
i thought i recognized a guy in my “20th century short stories” class from my other, earlier english class, “introduction to the short story.” while trying to ascertain if it was the same guy, he returned my gaze, smiled, and waved. “yes,” i thought, “so i’m right. it’s the same guy. good.”
he mouthed “i like your shirt.” it’s homemade (well, i ironed on the letters, anyway), so i took pride in that compliment.
after class, i walked up to him. “i was nervouis that someone in my short story class would be in my other classes, and if i wrote about those classes, they would know. and now that fear has come true.”
“oh,” he said, surprised, “are you in…” and then proceeded to name a class that i am NOT, in fact, in.
um.
yeah, i was wrong, and more than a little embarrassed.
“oh,” i managed awkwardly, “then i can write about you without worrying about it.and you can write about me…anyway, seee ya.” it was sort of a stream of consciousness thing to say. just words to block out the silence as i exited the room.
now i look back on that extended look. that wave. “i like your shirt.” and i wonder if my words and actions could be misconstrued like his were.
could be a long semester.
when i walked into my house this afternoon and was greeted by my loving dogs (which is to say they whipped past me on their way outside to pee), i felt a great sense of relief–it has been a long week.
yes, school started two days late, giving us students a two day week, and friday seems to have come up fast, but that’s a blessing and a curse. teachers are behind; it’s only a matter of time before they seek to make it up by overloading us with work. and there’s a distinct lack of a feeling of accomplishment on this week. though i must admit, as a follow-up to last week, a lot more got done.
yesterday everything was frozen. the thirty minutes i spent hammering the ice off of b’s car and the resulting numbness to my hands was forgotten quickly, as i noticed cars that looked like colored ice sculptures. plants that looked like they were made of glass. it was actually quite beautiful.
but today, as temperatures went back up, and i finally went to school, i spent most of my non-class time running from tree to tree. it was like a mortar field, with trees and power lines dumping water and chunks of ice everywhere. most people kept their cool, i suppose figuring it was mostly only water after all, but me, everywhere i went, a big hunk of ice was falling just a few inches from my head. it was a war zone, and i acted like it.
not making any friends, u suppose, acting like i’m in the opening scene of ’saving ryan,” but certainly making an impression. it is, after all, the first day of school.
what i don’t want to hear from my morning dj:
“ok, let’s play a song. you wanna hear irreplacable, or fergilicious?”
