to a gross amount of music lately. (it seems i write about music a lot.) anyway, it's just been exciting that's all. i love how i have listened to song after song after song after song for hours not finding one i like. but then there's one i find that totally blows me away. and finding that one song completely makes up for the hours i lost listening to the stuff i don't like. i'm sure you get the same sensation i get when you hear a song that really lights you up. you know, the chill that makes all your hair stand up.
usually i am a guy who looks for songs that have righteous music. that's what really gets my attention, but lately it's been the lyrics. here a some that have been stuck in my head like crazy lately...
"when the bible is a bottle and the hardwood floor is home/when morning comes twice a day or not at all/if i break in two would you put me back together/when this puzzle's figured out would you still/be around."
that's an Uncle Tupelo song called 'still be around'
here are other songs that melt my brain...
'Hallelujah' by Jeff Buckley.
'52-50' by O.A.R.
anything that Son House sings.
'Maps' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
'Sylvia Plath' by Ryan Adams.
'Still Be Around' by Uncle Tupelo.
anything by Xavier Rudd.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Superstitions...
I consider myself a very superstitious person. there are a number of daily rituals i go through each day. for example, when i wake up i don't get out of bed unless the time reads an even number. when i put on my deodorant i apply an even number of strokes on each armpit. (usually 4 per pit) when i put on my shoes, the left shoe always goes on first. if i have a presentation or a hockey game or something, i always remember what i wore to it. if it goes good i wear the same thing, if it goes bad i change it up. an example of this is we had an intermural hockey game and i wore a canadian post office toque that mandy's dad gave to me to the game. we lost. the next game i wore a beavers toque mandy gave to me. we won. from then on i wore the beavers toque. we haven't lost since.
recently i read an article about superstition. back in the midevil times or sometime around then, a man held a dinner party at his house. he invited 14 guests. one didn't show, so the dinner party ate dinner with 13 people. aparently after that dinner each person who was there died. after that it was known as bad luck to have 13 people at a dinner party. sometime later a non-superstitious person decided to put that legend to the test. he created the "13 people only dinner club" or something like that. i forget the actual name of his club. but it was basically a club that ate dinner with 13 people, walked under ladders, let black cats cross their paths, spilled salt on purpose. things like that. in an interview the people in the group said they couldn't be more happy. apparently superstitious rituals worry people to the point where they become very unhappy because of how much they worry about it.
so recently i have been trying what the people in the "13 people only dinner club" does. in the mornings i get out of bed regardless the time, i try not to count how many strokes of deodorant i put on, i put my right shoe on first. however, i don't find myself "more happy" than i was as a superstitious ritual follower. when i do something out of the ordinary i just think about how i used to do things. i mean, every time i put on my right shoe first, i think...i used to put my left on first. i find myself thinking more about superstition than i did before when i was superstitious. BUT i must say it is kind of liberating in a way. change is always a good thing in life, i think so anyway. we all know we have our mundane everyday rituals. i do, and doing these things have been very different and it's been kind of nice. a different pace, ya know. different paces are good for the soul. go fast sometimes. go slow. mundane is so mundane.
recently i read an article about superstition. back in the midevil times or sometime around then, a man held a dinner party at his house. he invited 14 guests. one didn't show, so the dinner party ate dinner with 13 people. aparently after that dinner each person who was there died. after that it was known as bad luck to have 13 people at a dinner party. sometime later a non-superstitious person decided to put that legend to the test. he created the "13 people only dinner club" or something like that. i forget the actual name of his club. but it was basically a club that ate dinner with 13 people, walked under ladders, let black cats cross their paths, spilled salt on purpose. things like that. in an interview the people in the group said they couldn't be more happy. apparently superstitious rituals worry people to the point where they become very unhappy because of how much they worry about it.
so recently i have been trying what the people in the "13 people only dinner club" does. in the mornings i get out of bed regardless the time, i try not to count how many strokes of deodorant i put on, i put my right shoe on first. however, i don't find myself "more happy" than i was as a superstitious ritual follower. when i do something out of the ordinary i just think about how i used to do things. i mean, every time i put on my right shoe first, i think...i used to put my left on first. i find myself thinking more about superstition than i did before when i was superstitious. BUT i must say it is kind of liberating in a way. change is always a good thing in life, i think so anyway. we all know we have our mundane everyday rituals. i do, and doing these things have been very different and it's been kind of nice. a different pace, ya know. different paces are good for the soul. go fast sometimes. go slow. mundane is so mundane.
Monday, March 3, 2008
The trilogy is complete...
Here's the third (and final??) music video masterpiece produced by yours truly and Bemidji rap legend Matt Brown.
Enjoy.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
it seems...
that i've blocked out some people from reading my blog. i think i blocked out the only two people that actually read this. (tony the fat & fuller. my deepest apologies.) i have been messing around with it lately and i think i turned on a privacy setting or something. but i'm pretty sure it is fixed now.
onto spring break. it's my last one as a college student, so we decided to go out with a bang. steve, tyler, peteISU and me are headed to the upper peninsula of Michigan to shred the hell out of Mt. Bohemia. here's a good visual of what we'll be up against. (except we'll be on snowboards of course.)
i guess it's all back country runs. no groomed runs. the easiest one is a black diamond. the hardest is triple black. gnar thrashers only. there are only two chair lifts. the amount of snow they get per year is equivalent to what colorado gets. so i'm expecting it to be bomber.
onto spring break. it's my last one as a college student, so we decided to go out with a bang. steve, tyler, peteISU and me are headed to the upper peninsula of Michigan to shred the hell out of Mt. Bohemia. here's a good visual of what we'll be up against. (except we'll be on snowboards of course.)
i guess it's all back country runs. no groomed runs. the easiest one is a black diamond. the hardest is triple black. gnar thrashers only. there are only two chair lifts. the amount of snow they get per year is equivalent to what colorado gets. so i'm expecting it to be bomber.
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