Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Eek! The one night i intend to sit here and catch up on work and my muse seems to be on direct-connect with my brain. Sure, it’s fun to write this fast, but it’s all in minor keys so it’s not as though it’s cheering me up any, and i still have work due at 9am one way or another. Damn me and my damned art…
by krisis
What wasn’t quantified was how many songs you reap from love, or, to take a pessimist’s point of view, from a heartbreak continually in progress. Because, what is love except for your heart constantly shattered and getting pieced back together over and over again – either growing eventually unbreakable or becoming to weak to sustain the slightest chink in it’s weary armor. I don’t think there’s a limit on those songs… which is where all the good heartbreak albums come from…
by krisis
Each heartbreak supposedly yields three good songs… i don’t know who said that, but it was some famous songwriter-y person and i’ve yet to find a reason to disagree with him. There are surely three gems to be found in the rubble of a crumbled heart, but in all the ruin you’re likely to find nearly an entire album’s worth of okay songs which could be compressed like coal down to one meager diamond of a song if you could do that with emotions the way you can with coal. But you can’t. I think a lot of my favourite albums suffer from those excess heartbreak songs … where the big three are singles and the rest are filler. But, an album made up just of heartbreak can be a rather trying experience for the listener.
by krisis
Aren’t you wondering about that Shakespeare drinking game that was in store for me earlier? Apparently we’d have to drink every time we flubbed reading a line. The hard part is this: in Shakespeare you’re only allowed to breath at the periods. Commas, semicolons, and dashes are all pauses in speech – but they are not full stops and so can’t be used to take a breath. Combine this with the incredibly lengthy sentences and weird olden-time words and you’ve got yourself a decent drinking game. Of course, by definition all the decent ones get harder as you drink more…
by krisis
Because i’m so very intelligent, i picked a huge fight with the president of the Campus Activities Board right in the middle of their office while i was using their computer to check my email. Sure, at the time i didn’t know he was their president (why would they elect someone so stupid?), and he’s ultimately responsible for funding and staging the Battle of the Bands, but i ripped into him all the same. Basically, the man is a total dweeb (i mean, i could beat him up… in fact, i think i might weigh more than him), and he has 0 musical aptitude. He actually started complaining about bands who name their album after a song rather than finding an unique name! He said it was the epitomy of laziness! Is he dumb? Sometimes a song is clearly the emotional center of an album, and so you make it the title track. I almost flew across the table at him when he started in on this conversation, but luckily i was held back by Kathe – who apparently cannot be driven into a homicidal blood-rage by ignorance to the arts. Hmph.