Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Every once in a while when i’m bored i write a Soap Opera in my head. It would be sorta Beverly Hills 90210-ish, but more expansively cast like a real soap-opera (or, the latter years of Melrose Place). Every time something somewhat significant happens to me i try to plot ahead to the next episode, where more senstation happenings will occur. Last night had a lot of possible endings in the realm of Soap-Opera, but the one it wound up with was perhaps the most perfect of all… me walking home alone feeling both hope and closure. But, now tiny tendrils of new plots are starting to grow up from the cracks in the proverbial sidewalk of life. What can i say’ it keeps me tuned in.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1403878/

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I think my comment on Ani’s upcoming double album in the school newspaper this week might be the only second official mention of the two-disc set. The only other one i’ve seen has been in the Boston Globe, where i first read about it. Isn’t that neat? Maybe they’ll add my article to the RBR press-kit… or maybe not…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1348075/

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I can’t play guitar for shit. Well, actually, it’s becoming increasingly evident that i think much more like a rhythm guitarist than like a soloist or lead guitarist. For one thing, a solo infers having some sort of rhythm to solo to, of which i have none other than my own. Essentially, i’m all about being able to strip a song down to a solo version, and so i have no use for solo-ing tricks Furthermore, i don’t really know how to construct a good solo; i know how to do it with music theory and with scales, but i can’t write anything worthwhile past a four bar fill. While this revelation at first upset me a bit, i then realized that hardly any of my favourite albums are solo-laden, just riff laden. And, riffs are cool. Yeah… so, don’t expect any big guitar solos on my next disc. Just thought i’d warn you.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1330181/

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The theory about interiour monologues is that they don’t really belong to you. Your inner voice has developed from years of familiar and societal affectation, and you can’t stop it anymore than you can stop breathing air. Of course, the voice will be very similar to you (whatever “you” is/are), but you have no control over it. It is an independent wandering stream of thought that just happened to sit through every boring class and hot date that you’ve ever attended.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/11/1288501/