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So, yesterday I took the straight-out-of-the-Odyssey-length-trip to Rach's beloved TCU to see her and one Dr. Best. His name fits him quite well, because he is awesome! Wish I could have seen Rachel more, but she flittered away to a Decemberists' concert. Oh well. Dr. Best gave an interesting presentation for the ALF (Animal Liberation Front) which didn't really change my views, but it did open my eyes to a thought process different from my own, not in orientation nor ideals, but in execution. I thoroughly enjoyed both the time there and the journey over. Why the journey? WMA/MP3 capability on my new player of compact discs (as some young folk know them, CDs) allowed me to have the following albums (on one disc, mind you) in this order:Beatles' albums •Revolver •Magical Mystery Tour •Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band •Yellow Submarine Film Songtrack •The Beatles [White Album] Discs 1 & 2 •Abbey Road John Lennon's albums •Acoustic •Imagine(full album, in remastered format) •Lennon Legend: The Very Best of John Lennon Emotive, A Perfect Circle Eisley •Room Noises •5 Songs from Rach (actually, all of the Eisley is courtesy of her) Head Against The Clouds Mr. Pine Over The Mountains Sea King The Winter Song Mirari, obviously by the wonderful MIIIRRRRAAAARRRRIIIIII!!!!! Also, I don't suppose that I mentioned my Polk db650s, and their quality is superb. I recommend them to anyone who enjoys crisp high and mid-range, with crystal-clear bass, provided your door panels aren't vibrating too heavily. But that's what turning the bass down a bit is for. Back to the high and midrange comment, I had Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds, by a little band, perhaps you've heard of them... THE BEATLES! Anyways, the beginning was so crisp and piercing, that it was just a beautifully painful experience. So, you might say it was enjoyable, if you like understatements. Also made a 79 on a PreCal test that I did approximately 80-85 percent of, which is a good performance because we took most of the class period to ::raises index and middle fingers on each hand:: "review" for it. By "review," I mean "nap." So today, first period consisted of Mrs. Shaw "teaching," which is as difficult as a sub. Second period, which is occurring as I wrote most of this, consists of my laptop, nineteen hours of music, and a sub for Charby. Today is a lazy Friday, and all is right. Except that if it wasn't for the music calming me, I would be in such a good mood right now. Thanks to the trip to Fort Worth/TCU, my apathy for high school has turned to utter contempt and loathing. I desire college life like nothing else. Yes, nothing parallels how badly I want to be out of here. The song "Yer Blues" is now my theme song for RHS. I want to die, or get the hell out of this place. In this life like weeds, Eyes need us to see, Hearts need us to bleed In this life like weeds... Well, I shall see you all soon, or perhaps not. That is the mystery of the road ahead, which is the beautiful thing about living. If you could see the outcomes of everything, the spontanuity of the moment would be lost, and although the end would come out more as we may like, the trip won't be nearly as fun, and the path is really all that matters. Because when you're dead, you're dead, and you can't have much fun in a coffin or inside of an urn. Likewise when scattered in tiny pieces all over some place. I guess my point is that tomorrow will come, but don't get so wrapped up with it that you waste the precious here-and-now. Farewell | They scramble around and turn people's respectable dress pants into highwaters... 3.29.2005 03:07 |
Many apologies for such a dreadful upkeep. But, alas, I have returned primarily to my LJ, which is linked herein. But that doesn't mean that I won't update this journal. It will, however, mean longer times between updates. So I have been working on Valde stuff for some time now, and it is getting better. Also, went out and purchased the album Revolver by The Beatles. Tis glorious. And Rach is my Yoda. Also, I have a saberspoon. Sorry for the stacctuity of my statements, but thinking isn't working too well. Anyways, many fine people have birthdays coming up, and best wishes to them all. One of whom shares my birthday. Yay! So I made a nifty little list of 26 statements, each one containing a subject starting with a different letter of the alphabetically juxtaposed series of characters. Here it is:Air, thanks for being breathable, for the time being, at least. The Beatles, gratzi for being great. Cars, I owe you for making the travel from point A to point B faster, excluding when traffic is present. Ducks, for making that curiously signature quacking sound, which drives Coach Leone insane. Everyone who reads this list must be quite bored. Friends, much thanks for dealing with (and in many cases contributing to) who I am. God/Mother Nature/Whoever controls life and the weather, thanks for keeping me on my toes. Hello, this is the end of the beginning of the middle of the end of when we say goodbye, for life as we know it is fleeting. Icarus, next time, fly a bit lower. John Lennon, thanks for being an inspiration. Kool-Aid, many applauses for inventing the obnoxious talking pitcher with a catchy phrase. Life, for being something to ponder, you win. (at life) Mirari, thanks so much for making music that ranks highly amongst the best music that has come in contact with my ears. Normal people, along with the very idea of a standard of what is "normal," you scare me. Onomotopeia, you are both a fun word to say and a category of fun words to say. Squee! Peach Snapple, thanks for being the superlative beverage. Quack, quack, quack. Yay onomotopeia! Rachee, also known as my yoda, thanks much for being all that which is encompassed by the word "you." Someone who always has the right things at the right times, the right words in opportune times, doesn't know how it feels to do something awkward, and seems practically perfect always, a well deserved 00100 is directed your way. Throwing rocks in glass houses is not a wise move. The umbrella, keep up the good work at shielding people from rain, but work on hurricane-proofing yourself. Valde Silentium, and all of its members, is a magical thing. Whimsical nothings that emerge from nowhere (i.e. this list) you are very fun. The word "X-treme," I pity you for being Corporate America's bitch-word used to "connect" to their younger victims. The yo-yo, kudos for being a cool toy, but sadly behind the slinky and hacky-sack. Zebras, I envy your stripes' coolness. ::feels like a left out, zebra-stipeless, square:: Thanks all for reading this nonsense. This is really fun, and many letters are hard to do. Cheers! and goodnight... | Marvelous things... 3.3.2005 00:45 |
Hello again,Apologies for not posting. But I now have a lot to tell you. First of all is the work on my band's (Valde Silentium, for those who were unaware) eeep! is going quite well. Many thanks to the kind regards given to the newly released 'Plastic.' It is available currently in rough draft format, with Alexander's vocals in place of mine to give me an idea of where he sees the lyrics to be placed. It shall come out probably the same, perhaps a little slower. All instrumentals currently are done courtesy of Alex, as it stands. However, I may make an attempt at a guitar track on there, or somewhere. Also, we are going to try at a cover of "Hey Jude" which may or may not make it to the eeep! depending on quality... Also, I have many more lyrics to show the world, but they will be unveiled with the impending opening of my 'Writings' page. I expect it to be up sometime today, but if not, then upon the morrow it shall be. Tremendous! So, as following tradition of last post (it's long standing tradition, having its origin from last post.) I shall unveil some lyrics for you. They are called "Love." And not in that mushy paperback romance (I'd be surprised if that isn't an emo band somewhere...) type of way. Love as in "and in the end..." type of love. Platonic or not, I love everyone who takes a little time out to see what I have to say. I wish all of you the best, and "your wildest dreams will come true." "Plastic: Take 4" "Love" The world spins too fast for my taste I wish I could leave it today Too many people make hate in place Of all the love and life they waste Hate for love Is a sorry trade, my friend Enemies will come and go Loves remain to the end I wish I could bring you in Deep into my imagination Oh, if you could only see What the world could be If we could only give peace a chance Exchange an AK-47 for the olive branch Hate for love Is a sorry trade, my friend Enemies will come and go Loves remain to the end Left, Right, and those between Open your mind to what I mean I saw a vision that is just a dream Will it ever be realised? 'Tis for you to decide... Some say man is inherently evil We will always do wrong, but still I can't agree, How could that be? Then why does it hurt to see Someone harm some poor soul? Wrong, sin, and crime are just A product of the concepts we mold The condition we're in, where it's acceptable To do these things, is totally curable Just let go of the world as we know There's no risk, so why delay? If change is to come, let's start today Relax, lean back, don't stress over petty things Sportscars rust, houses crumble, diamond rings lose luster But the love we start will last forever Cheers, Sean Oh, and many thanks to Rach for introducing me to the glory of Eisley. | "cause i just want to do everyyyyythiiiing" 2.17.2005 @ 1:55 |
 Okay, sorry for not posting. Hello again world. So here is a recap of my past few days. I bought a pretty little Minolta camera, the predecessor to my older quasi-brother/bandmate Alexander the ::mock-poses:: photographer. My faithful laptop fell ill, as of Friday. This is its first run after being revived. My father put XP Pro guised as XP Home on here, which absolutely must go. Why can't I have my sexy little iBook yet? Enough whining, time for actual posting. Here I sit, quite comfortably in my 1302 class, 'tis a tad warm in here, but overall I am quite content.So Friday evening we excursioned to Deep Ellum, and wandered the streets while taking photos with my mew tripod. Although the tri is annoying, its additional mass adds stabilty to my shots and makes them worth looking at. Saturday was when I got my camera. My truck has an issue, and renders itself wounded. I had lots of fun sliding 'round in the rainy weather. Wee! Low tread is fun. Sunday was less eventful. As a matter of fact, I don't really remember much of Sunday. Back to today, While I speak, Alex dances about, in a fashion resembling that of Bugs Bunny. And I am here sipping on some nearly frozen Sprite, and eating Sweethearts which have all the taste of many heart shaped pieces of chalk lightly dusted with sugar. And according to the back of my Sweetheart box, 2/14 is National Condom Day. Almost ironically fitting, isn't it? I s'pose this is America taking expressing love to a higher level. "One must go everywhere, one must see everything." Random quote that is quite tasty, over the hearts and Sprite and Alexander sitting beside me. Oh and Beaumont rambling. This is English class at its finest. So, Monday I put in my cliché two-week notice of my departure from Wal*Mart Associatedom. And school is going well, I s'pose. I was ill in the evening. Today, I slept until noon, went to Jack in the Box during lunch, and took a mellow, solitary drive through Heath. While consuming my fast food delicacies, I listened to the White Album by, of course, the Beatles. 21:30 2.15.2005 ::UPDATE:: So later on in the evening, Emo and I took a little drive out towards Terrell and a little town named Elmo. On the way back, I was pulled over for 72 in a 65. Über-suck! So am I going to be arrested in Big Bird, cavity searched in Grover, and detained/interrogated in Mr. Hooper? Also, the officer asked us if we were out to see girls. OUT IN ELMO?! No officer, I don't want an intellectual, amazing, and Jewish girl, I want some shitkicker broad with half of her teeth missing. Jeesus Tapdancing Christ! Come on. So $135 later, I now have something to explain to my parental units. Now I sit in AP Macroeconomics dreaming up a new site layout to make when I get home and can put Photoshop 7 on here. My dad says that this laptop can't handle it, yet he doesn't seem to realize that it has been doing it for well over a month, and handled it quite smoothly. Oh and I may be missing more school next week as of the young ones taking more TAKS testing. Yay! Oh, and thanks to Peter, my address is now http://sean.togp.net for anyone still using the old URL. It still works, but for all who are lazy and want an easier address to remember, use the new one. Okay I have a newly written piece, whose title is pending, which is below: The outcast sits outside of town Through his binoculars he sees All of what goes 'round Yet he's so far away He's ignored by the crowd Poor prophet, will you ever be heard Even just the faintest word Echoes in the halls Resonates from the footfalls Of those who went before Yet they are deaf to your plea Why can't they see? You seem so hollow, growing older Carrying alone the weight of the truth As they turn to fiction from you, You may want to cry, or even to Lay down life and die But you must remain, despite exclusion's singe Someone must be on society's fringe To keep watch, and mourn its end Then to rebuild, and begin again Poor prophet, will you ever be heard Even just the faintest word Echoes in the halls Resonates from the footfalls Of those who went before Yet they are deaf to your plea Farewell, dearest Outsider You now meet the coroner, Your day has come, Purpose is done, And now they seek another... It's been magical, and I s'pose I shall talk again later. Faretheewell, my Readers and Friends. | Sweet Freedom...(-L-) 2.11.2005 @ 00:27 |
Okay, was going to keep this to myself, but I suppose I shan't any further. In my art class we are making mobiles and my piece is entitled 'Mirari' in which I am building it with no real planning or forethought, just whatever comes out while listening to the two greatest bands, the Beatles and Mirari... I entitled it 'Mirari' simply because that was what was running through my head while searching for a theme. Hopefully I can do these wonderful songs justice with my mobile.So in other news, my band, whom many of you who read this may know as Valde Silentium, is starting working on material after a couple of weeks hiatus. Also, thanks to my mother, I now have the White Album by The Beatles on my laptop. Yay! And I have become so strange in the lyrical sense, as in I think you might have to be in my head to get the foggiest idea as to what I am referring to in places. And even then it is a bit lacking in clarity. However, most of the pieces are concerning basically my views on the world in its current state, and trying to make sense of that which cannot be reasoned with nor tied to facts and figures. So if it doesn't make too much sense, open yooooooouurrr eeyeyeeeyyeess toooo meeee. Sorry, I think that Rach might understand that, and that's about it, unless you say it aloud and realize that it is just me phonetically typing lyrics. On a completely different note, trying to find something in the journalism field for employment... Wal Mart has been cool, most definitely, its just I need something that panders to my mildly anti-social nature. Like I can talk to people for extended periods of time, its just that I don't do the whole 'talking to 12,437,963 people every single day' thing. However, I shall try to be as diplomatic as I can if I do in fact part ways with it. Currently working on some new lyrical material, all very odd, eccentric pieces. One is entitled 'Plastic' which is based on a discussion in AP Economics which Nige might remember, in which trying hard in school leads to a plastic, shallow, materialistic life. So I wrote a song about how people try so hard to be plastic and completely devoid of substance. The others are just little daydream verses that come to me out of the blue. On a lower note, feeling a bit under the weather, and missed work due to the fact that it probably wasn't a good idea for me to be handling others' food while ill. Purchased a Lennon cd which is most awesome, and ::crosses fingers:: will help convince my immune system to work. Hopefully I shall be better soon... Farewell, friends, loves, and all | Monday, Feb 7, 2005 @ 10:11 || Mmmmmmmmmmm, the feel of victory |
So, Saturday Eve's Mirari show was tremendously wonderful! I pity all who couldn't attend, however I have heard that the good Queen Rachemus shall be uploading the live tracks, so you can experience it second-hand. Or ears/eyes, as the case may be. Also, on an unrelated topic, I am working as we speak (or as you read, whatever) to streamline this site and get it so that the load time is much shorter, because I have heard that the load time is painful. I also am considering a re-write into the glory of php and also a pretty silver-and blue colour scheme. Mail me, and let me know what you think about it. On the scheme of colours, that is, because the php is inevitable, once I learn it. So, with that being said, I shall move on. Commenting shall very soon be available, after I acquire it from Peter, whose visions are quite fallacious, as he has it already written and I am a lazy bastard. And it seems I made a quote in a conversation with Alexander the Emo that could have described both our band or the Beatles (if only we were as talented... Perhaps someday, maybe) that went as follows: "[The band] seems rather bi-polar... We have our serious songs with an actual point to them, our fun, playful songs, and our trippy lyrics with a point, but a strange way of going about it."
In other news pertaining to me, it seems I have suffered a faint ringing in my left ear from the Mirari show. Well you see, I took my place by the stage and stood right next to a loudspeaker that was blaring sweet, sweet Mirari goodness into it at high volumes the entire set. But, as I told them afterward, it was all worth it. Which reminds me, I met a curious person outside of The Door who went by "Air Force" and carried, I hear, a rather large radio in his pocket. Here is a transcript of our interaction with him.Man: "I'm Air Fo'ce..." Us: "???" AF: "Air Fo'ce..." Us: "??????" Damien: "Air Force?" AF: "That's me. Air Fo'ce..." Peter: "Should we move our conversation down there?" Girl: ::completely freaked out by AF:: Me: ::really confused:: AF: ::random sayings we couldn't quite comprehend:: AF: "I got a big, fat radio in mah pokkit..." Damien: "A radio?" AF: "You wanna listen...::random incomprehensible mutterings::...::Puts ear to the door of The Door::... Nah you couldn't hear it over da music in d'ere..." Us: "???" AF: "I love bands who... ::while sitting cross-legged, bends and places hands near ground with arms outstretched, then slowly raises arms and body to the sky into a praying position::..." That man is great. So, I enter the week alive, waiting for the new Mirari demo, ready to make music, and feeling quite wonderful. I feel very relaxed, with a paper for English pending, along with several assignments all due tomorrow. It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear, or how I fare, or if my hair is brown... When it's only a Northern Song... However, I better be a God-fearing, Christian, white, conservative, red-blooded American if it is a Southern Song. Name the Beatles lyrics in this paragraph and the song title, and you shall receive a cookie. Farewell, friends and loves. | Monday, Jan 31, 2005 @ 23:08 || Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head... |
Revamped look, and here's a little news, I s'pose...Okay, so I won't have commenting abilities for a little bit. And the look will be changing more than Oprah's weight if she lived in a Twinkie factory. And anyways, the past couple of days have been so all over the emotional spectrum I have no clue at all as to where to begin. Let's start here. I feel as though I have some reason to exist, and this urge is ever-growing as my writing abilities bloom. I say that they bloom, and it may sound rather egotistical, but if you look at my writing, and the reviews of the pieces, the reviews are soaring mightily above my older ones. This is purely a natural progression. Also, I feel as though my writing can cover topics that I never would have seen myself able to do justice upon. But it seems that whatever struck me some days approaching a fortnight ago, it is beginning to rear its beautiful face in my mind again. Dreaming is becoming more lucid, and my artistic abilities are readying to be used in a manner which I cannot yet percieve. It seems that high school is becoming an eternal captor, and work is driving me insane. Yet I feel so wonderful, in the midst of it all, and I haven't a clue why. I see no limitations ahead, and am quite anxious to see what the road before me holds. MIRARI @ THE DOOR 2/5... Be there, or miss one of the best bands on Earth. Cheers, loves and friends, I shall hopefully see you all soon.|| |
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