Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Year of the Black Rainbow

Okay... let's face it. This was a bad idea all around.

Coheed and Cambria have titled their new album "The Year of the Black Rainbow", this info was released along with the names of producers and some track names as well. It all looks like it's going down hill unfortunately. Songs like Where Skeletons Live and Here we are Juggernaut, sound like the titles to songs written by a shell shocked poet, not the concept band that we love so much.

I'm just going to come out and say it, this is your fault Roadrunner. You have this incredible ability to pick up bands that are finally hitting their stride, and turn them into absolute shit. The only real correlation between your name and the real thing is that you make every band on your label look like Wiley Coyote. They chase themselves around thinking they've got this great idea (no doubt that they're probably completely supported by your producers) and it ends up exploding in their face. I'm a man for enjoying change, ESPECIALLY when it involves bands who are putting out a fifth of sixth CD, but most times you just end up fucking them up.

Let's look at the production team for this one. We've got big Joe Barresi, and Mr. Atticus Ross of the NIN crew. Now Joe... I'm real happy for you and all, and I'mma let you finish... but young cardinals was probably the shittiest record, OF ALL TIME...OF ALL TIME.

Seriously, it's not like I was a complete Alexisonfire fan, but when that CD came out I was looking for the same alternative hardcore with a taste of everything in it. What did I get? Some over produced roadrunner bullshit, obviously.

Coheed, Claudio, Travis, ect. I don't mean to completely give up faith in you, honest, but the way things are looking... this isn't gonna be my cup of tea. You'll probably turn some new heads, and that's great, but remember who all your old fans are, maybe throw a couple tracks on this one for us, so we'll at least keep the faith.

And uh, Roadrunner, fuck you, nothing good has come of you.

Sunday, December 6, 2009


"Do you feel the respiration?"

It's weird that you've been hear before. You've been here a million times before and still you're finding yourself without words. You don't know what to do and you'd prefer to just not do anything at all. Ignorance is bliss. You just got done convincing yourself, convincing those around you that this was healthy, that this was good, that this was air. You've been here a million times and you still don't know what to say?

What do you feel like when the world's slowly slipping out from under you again? It's the same way you trip on ice. First you stop for a fraction of a second to allow your subconsciously genius mind to do the calculus, to wrench at your core muscles to try to stabilize you. Then you slowly begin to realize that this isn't going to work, and the fall begins. There's one of two ways this next part can go. Your neurons start firing off as fast as they can, doing calculations you're not even aware of. The same way it understands perfectly the trajectory of a ball, or the same way it understands the calculus and dynamics involved with walking, it also understands how to fall. There's a practical side of this too. If your mind can react quickly enough your hands will go out to brace the fall. It'll distribute the weight evenly onto your upper body and off of your more frail back.

If you work out the math, there's almost three seconds for you to catch a ball thrown at a given distance. If you do the math, there's less than a second for your arms to move out beneath you to catch you. This is why there are two ways that this can go. Let's say your mind reacts quickly enough. You catch yourself on your hands, but end up with the sore palms to remind you to be cautious. A slight reminder, that'll fade in time, you'll find yourself tripping again, and falling again, and it'll end up in that same circle. It's the way semantics work in an argument. You can chase some one with words as much as you want, but no matter how much you do this to tire them out, you'll ultimately never get to the nucleus of the problem and just end up right back where you begun in the conversations. Ground zero, displacement = 0.

Now let's say that your mind doesn't integrate the curve that your hands have to travel properly, and it doesn't draw that hypothetical tangent quite right. The velocities don't add up because it's a rushed calculation, and you end up on your ass. You get some bruises, and if you're really lucky, you get that nice fractured tail bone. This'll slow you done, this'll get you what you need. A long lasting reminder of exactly what needs to be done. It's not something you can so easily repeat and walk away from.

"Tired in the days that passed away sporadically arranged across the floor
when you've got it made"

Could you make these things all add up at some point? To trigger some scheduled karma reflux? Just get it all over with? Leave yourself with one consistent lasting reminder? That would be nice, but punishment isn't the make of education. If it doesn't happen sporadically, it doesn't happen at all, and we see it as just that: Punishment. How could you retain punishment, if you're simply being wronged.

We learn from mistakes, and through this we grow.

"That once little boy we used to know...are you willing? Well?"

Maybe impatience is the cause of all this. You're constant will for instant gratification. Could anyone blame you? This would is instant gratification. Cedric Bixler once said that no one's waiting for that roller coaster ride up to a climax anymore, they're just looking for that lasting orgasm again and again and again.

I wish I always remembered how boring that becomes. That slope upwards is exactly what it is that characterizes every result.

Might I remind you, I'd like to see this world without gravity. So we can figure out just what this climb is all about. For everything.

I don't know where I am right now. I guess it's just time to sleep on it.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Some days, I'd like to take mass completely out of the picture. No gravitational pull, or attractive force to pull anything together. I'd like to watch everything fall into it's most small and insignificant parts so that I could see everything as it really is. Get a real Kant kind of glimpse at the world around me. Scientifically speaking, humans, or matter at all wouldn't exist, not even energy would exist if Einstein's right. But at the same time, maybe we'll leave just enough mass to keep us solid. Human beings.

With no gravity, with no natural physical attraction, we could base how much we wanted to be with a person, or be around people by how hard we tried to be there, or how well people met half way. You'd have to exert such an incredible effort to move an inch, and then the same effort just to move another. It would be infinite and it would be the most difficult thing you've ever done, but what choice would you make? When we all started floating into eternity, where would you start moving.

Who is home for you?

How much would you long to be somewhere, with some one, or with people. How hard would you try just to be there?

These are the things I ask myself, and for once I'm starting to know the answers.

This an impossibility, and it will never happen. It's simply a dramatic exaggeration to show intention.