Sunday, October 14, 2001 :::

albums of choice
Further Seems Forever: The Moon is Down
Skunk Anansie: Post Orgasmic Chill
P.O.D.: Satellite

P.O.D. man...great stuff. I'm lovin' it. it fits...all moods. gives me a little *gasp* hope for rap? i dunno. i mean...they just prove that it can be done effectively. the music is AWESOME, though, and lotsa genres are scattered throughout the disk; reggae, rock, nu-metal, rap-metal, hardcore, alternative, instrumental, pop-metal...it's all rockin', all positive, and very polished, yet raw. i swear...this is the MOST IMPORTANT DETERMINING FACTOR OF MUSIC: whether it's raw, polished, or both. both is beautiful. anyone understand what i'm saying here? (this is a plug for a comment from you, folks.) i hope i don't just sound like a floundering fool. ah well...it makes perfect sense to me.

WORD TO MY DAWGS THAT VISITED THIS WEEKEND. Will, Brian, Brock, Raudebaugh, Crystal, Gorang, Hector; you kids rock. it was cool to show Hector and Gorang around campus a little bit...would have been cool to have them stick around a bit longer, but ah well. next time. Having the rest of the aforementioned crew here was AWESOME, though...wish that they could have stayed longer as well, too...but i suppose that good things come best in sporadic (sp?) dosages. things kinda lose their shine after prolonged exposure; familiarity is never as exciting as the mystery and newness of the uncommon/foreign/you know what i'm saying (right?). it's like when you buy a cd and listen to it a few times, and then force yourself to put it away for a while. when you spin it again at a later date, it's very refreshing, with a tinge of the sensation that was with it when you heard it for the first time. conversely, if you listen to it nonstop for an elongated span of time, excitement fades, and the tunes become less special and more like background music. does anyone follow me here?

anyway, we had a blast...we went out to UF's Bat House with a flashlight 3 different times between the hours of 10 PM and 3 AM (at least, i think that was the approximate range) and upon approaching the house, subtley (sp?) taunted its inhabitants with the lights. they'd swoop over our heads and freak the shit out of us...but it was awesome. probably the highlight of the night. also, we kinda aided in a fender bender while walking along the street downtown...but it wasn't our fault! You see, we can't help bein' so damn sexy (Will, Brian, Brock, John, Crystal, and I), so these chix in a car started yelling at us, so we yelled back...and they kinda forgot that cars were in front of them, i guess...so they screeched into the back of one. it was pretty crazy and strangely funny, witnessing it...but i mean, neither of the cars' passengers got out, so i'm sure everything was fine. back at the apartment, 4/5ths of Absent (frank being...well...absent from the group) and Will rocked out some mad phat acoustic jams...finished the composition of a new Absent song (it's BADASS...can't wait to add distortion, fx, drums, and the vocal arrangement.) this one is along the lines of Recurring Eclipse, but slightly heavier, i think. it's rockin' though...awesome melodies. yeeahhhh, booooyyyyy...

oh, one other interesting thing: Crystal and Brian slept together, in my bed. hehehe...i wanna see what controversy this stirs up. forgive me, crystal and brian...at least you'll feel special from the attention :)

man...P.O.D. just makes me bounce... "BOOM!"

Further is soooooo nice. great slow stuff...great lyrics. MUSIC man. Music is so unspeakably important.

Brock is one talented kid. i'd really like to do a lil side project with him...softer stuff...him vocals/guitar, me drums/vocals (?) it would rock. damned distance.

"I'm thinkin' 'bout forever...missin' you...I know you're so much better...you made it through." -great song. "thinking about forever" by P.O.D. how many times can i say it; this CD kicks ASS.

apprently, my father is helping drew right now outside of denny's house back in o-town; drew's car, "WHITE TRASH," has died once again. according to Anne (who i miss like crazy...love you...), the starter is actin' up. in the words of Zamere (sp?) from Office Space "Piece of shit! I swear to God, one day, i kick this thing out the window!" I think he'd be better off with a really fast moped or somethin'. regardless, no vehicle he ever possesses will challenge the superiority of RED AND BLACK INDIAN ATTACK. Bow down, neega...

and if drew starts shit with stupid-ass comments about this ex-girlfriend and that ex-girlfriend and my current girlfriend and my ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend's friend; i dunno what i'll do. i'll run away. or i'll shut my door and never open it. or i'll never answer my phone. perhaps it shouldn't bother me...and sometimes it doesn't...but it does make me kinda uncomfortable...i mean, regardless of current circumstances, there are still feelings and memories inside of me that relate to that which he speaks of in jest...yeah, they're basically dormant and gray, but...they're still there. blah...i'm a sucker. but that's factual, and i don't see this part of me changing...so...whatever. let them talk. and i am sick of bein' annoyed, so SUBJECT CHANGE:

*tear falls*- what may very well be my favorite record from Stabbing Westward, "Darkest Days," is kinda scratched up, so sometimes, my cd player has a hard time recognizing it, and won't play it. 'tis horrible.

looking for a laugh, or two, or one million? download some stuff from comedian Mitch Hedberg. the guy is hilarious.

i'm starving...and my film is probably ready at eckerds, so i'm gonna go maintain. until next time...

-stable?

::: posted by AJBrotz at 5:19 PM

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