The music we made...
I'm particularly proud of moment 2:00 and moment 5:21.
I had been planning to write a bit of a commentary for this, but I think that would spoil it a bit. If anyone gets round to asking for any specific details I'm sure I'll give them.
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2007-04-09
2007-01-28
Bohemianly Rhapsodic
Last night I went to see One Night of Queen.
This is a show by Gary Mullen & The Works, whose job it is to be Queen. They are very good at what they do.
Gary Mullen who does Freddie Mercury won Stars in Their Eyes a while back for this very act, and it's hardly surprising.
They did all the big songs, of course, most of which the audience- being French- didn't know the words to. Ah but no big deal, for I was in the front row. Yes, the front row, the row at the front.
That one.
It was at the Palais de la Musique et des Congrès, where I had previously seen The Musical Box do two Genesis shows, Selling England By The Pound and The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway.
The acoustics in the concert room are awesome. (Especially in the front row.)
At the break (quite un-rock'n'roll, but whatever) I had my first beer since the end of September. I gave myself a break, because no-one else will (at least that's the impression I get sometimes). Plus it was a rock show, the rules don't apply. ¬¬
Did a bit of a Wayne-and-Garth during Bohemian Rhapsody, which still aches, because I'm out of practise (again since late September, hm- all these things seem related...?!).
Being a drummer I recognised We Will Rock You three seconds before anyone else (trust me).
It was interesting to see the range of people who turned up. Most were old farts, but I saw several evil death metal sweatshirts around, such as Cannibal Corpse, Manowar, and Punish Yourself. But there were also kiddies, too maybe 7 or 8 years old. Good to see them damaging their ears already...
On the whole a good boost for morale, which is just what I need right now.
Life sucks, but who said that was a bad thing?
This is a show by Gary Mullen & The Works, whose job it is to be Queen. They are very good at what they do.
Gary Mullen who does Freddie Mercury won Stars in Their Eyes a while back for this very act, and it's hardly surprising.
They did all the big songs, of course, most of which the audience- being French- didn't know the words to. Ah but no big deal, for I was in the front row. Yes, the front row, the row at the front.
That one.
It was at the Palais de la Musique et des Congrès, where I had previously seen The Musical Box do two Genesis shows, Selling England By The Pound and The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway.
The acoustics in the concert room are awesome. (Especially in the front row.)
At the break (quite un-rock'n'roll, but whatever) I had my first beer since the end of September. I gave myself a break, because no-one else will (at least that's the impression I get sometimes). Plus it was a rock show, the rules don't apply. ¬¬
Did a bit of a Wayne-and-Garth during Bohemian Rhapsody, which still aches, because I'm out of practise (again since late September, hm- all these things seem related...?!).
Being a drummer I recognised We Will Rock You three seconds before anyone else (trust me).
It was interesting to see the range of people who turned up. Most were old farts, but I saw several evil death metal sweatshirts around, such as Cannibal Corpse, Manowar, and Punish Yourself. But there were also kiddies, too maybe 7 or 8 years old. Good to see them damaging their ears already...
On the whole a good boost for morale, which is just what I need right now.
Life sucks, but who said that was a bad thing?
2006-10-28
The Good, The Bad & The Queen
Damon Albarn (Blur, Gorillaz) and Paul Simonon (The Clash)... in the same band... wow.
Omega- Stone Sour
WHAT a skeletal wreck of man this is;
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundromat to sift and focus
On the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
Wind down inside atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday:
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book.~
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste.
I could go on and on, but lets move on... shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse,
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when there's no one else around
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger.
"Classified" my ass, that's a fucking secret and you know it
"Government" is another way to say "better-than-you".
It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick
It's like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware... what luck
Fascism you can vote for... isn't that sweet?
And we're all gonna die some day, cause that's the American way
And I've drunk to much and said to little
When you're gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
I'm sorry, I could go on and on
But it's time to move on, so...
Remember:
You're a wreck,
An accident, forget the freak you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean; shit, snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run,
Because in then end everything we do
Is just everything we've done
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundromat to sift and focus
On the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
Wind down inside atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday:
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book.~
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste.
What the fuck is all this for?
What the hell's going on?
Shut up!
What the hell's going on?
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but lets move on... shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse,
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when there's no one else around
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger.
"Classified" my ass, that's a fucking secret and you know it
"Government" is another way to say "better-than-you".
It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick
It's like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware... what luck
Fascism you can vote for... isn't that sweet?
And we're all gonna die some day, cause that's the American way
And I've drunk to much and said to little
When you're gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
*See what's happening,*
SHUT UP!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
I'm sorry, I could go on and on
But it's time to move on, so...
Remember:
You're a wreck,
An accident, forget the freak you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean; shit, snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run,
Because in then end everything we do
Is just everything we've done
2006-09-20
Alive And Amplified
Yay, for I have received my 4-input dual-speaker stereo amp, including mic', plus 2 DS boxes, and it's very fucking loud.
Also, I'm going to Poland for a week. So what if it's not great for my studies? I can catch up. It's not like I'm missing two months like last year or anything, and I managed fine then. We get to see Auschwitz, which will be... "interesting" is all I shall say for now, but hopefully I will write more soon.
In the meantime, a little gem from history class:
Also, I'm going to Poland for a week. So what if it's not great for my studies? I can catch up. It's not like I'm missing two months like last year or anything, and I managed fine then. We get to see Auschwitz, which will be... "interesting" is all I shall say for now, but hopefully I will write more soon.
In the meantime, a little gem from history class:
The time might come when in your own country, on going to the cinema, you would be seeing American films sold for foreign consumption - and not those of the better quality, but those manufactured in greater quantity, and circulated and imposed abroad by the agents of powerful firms and cinema companies which have grown particularly rich during the war.
V.M. Molotov,
Problems of Foreign Policy, Speeches and Statements, April 1945-November 1948
Problems of Foreign Policy, Speeches and Statements, April 1945-November 1948
2005-12-05
New KoRn album.
Yes! By far their best work yet! Totally kicks ass. It's got everything, from fast and angry (Politics) to quiet and sad (Tearjerker), with all the characteristic heaviness (It's Me Again) one comes to expect.
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