Happy everything, everyone…
Hope your days are warm, exciting and comforting.

A safe descent from 10 to 1,
as we stumble through what’s been done.

Let me know where your sights are set for 2006.

As for me, resolute:

.Expend more energy than I consume
.Eyes wide > Eyes shut
.Write, write, write
.Listen+

when you’re gone

Leg up, straightened
Turn outwards
Bend over and feel the strings tighten

I am amused by stretching.

it is implicit in everything that anything can be with or without contextual relation to anything else.
this relation (on and off) can also non-existant, which unfortunately raises a less straightforward idea.
if the relation is non-existant, but we know of the two parts being related, this should bind them and create an ‘off connection’. I am not certain it necessitates that bond.

sleep

or swollen, rather.

Syriana is a good flick. It speaks of things I cannot properly convey; knowledge I wish upon all of you (and by knowledge I mean information… more and more and more information).

There are 3 jackets in my closet and many more of mine that I can think of. I am not using them all right now.

Blue (or grey?) is a nice colour, but black is the deepest of an eye. A certain pair comes to mind.

For my next trick (there was a first?), I will reverse hierarchies of the logos and treat semiotics as though dyslexia was intended.
I am awake and dreaming. Headed for cover. Under heat, drying from the inside out, q, if not p.
In a world ‘functioning’ ‘on’ ‘understanding’, very little is implicit. Few things are 100%.
that is because this is not.

Horizons- a horizon. The first horizon.
She who offer(ed)s me this, I owe compassion, peace.

-oleaning by the wall, I catch her eye.
-owalking over, the next words filter through my mind.
-+do you (n) often?
-odoesn’t quite phase her.

-+do you ever look around this room and wonder why these people are here?
-+is this where they’re comfortable; where they prey; where their insecurities are at bay?
-+is this what all is for?

-oslightly more impetuous gaze…

It didn’t quite go that way. Thanks for the cheap drinks.

(Like so many beginnings…)

I figure I will attempt to express my neural-impulses via this significantly removed extension of my mind.
I am not a word man. I am a music man; moreover, I am a rhythm man.
If you want a rhythm, Im the guy you’re looking for.
If you want some calculated noise, I too can provide that.
But if you’re looking for a flourishing, flowing piece of literature that will leave you in awe… maybe you should look elsewhere.

I have a feeling this blog will consist mostly of rants. Rants about music. Music is so easy to rant about because it’s purely opinion, and every sucker has a worthless opinion that they think necessitates them expressing anything at all (I direct your attention to exhibit A: the blog).
Why do I feel this blog will consist mostly of rants?…

I dislike Hedley. I don’t even think I spelt that correctly, but I maintain my position regardless of fallacious arguments as to the possibility that perhaps my improper spelling could suggest that I am not a recognized authority in the realm of pop-rock music.

That whiny Canadian Idol losee has the widest plateau (I will explain this self-inlflicted definition momentarily) I have heard and it sickens me to the bone (or stomach, to allow a quick recovery).
By plateau I mean the width of his vowels:
Aie aam sow muache baeter thaan Aie aever waas beefooare.
Listen to the damn song, or if you’d like, I would be happy to take the opportunity to portray this dude as I hear him.
Pop is shit! Go back to your gas bars!

Anyone looking to expand their horizons (yes Im talking to you kids), check out
Kronos Quartet performs Philip Glass
or possibly
Cinematic Orchestra - Man with a Movie Camera

Be warned… some listeners may be offended by the musical content’s lack of calls to [empty] action.

Recovered my password after having forgotten it for a spell.
So here I am…. to what should I speak?