I’m in a lot of pain right now. I mean, wow, I didn’t know it could hurt like this. I’m going to go drink for a while. More after I’ve had a few.
Had a rather long discussion this evening with a close friend regarding the importance of lyrics in songs. This has always been our biggest point of disagreement in our similar music tastes. He holds lyrics to little importance. I hold them in high regard.
I’ve gotten a little off-track there. The friend in question does not disagree that lyrics should be good. Rather, he just doesn’t really listen to him. He was theorizing that the only reason he remembers to pay attention to lyrics on songs if if they have a different subject matter, or a different way of presenting a topic. Some sort of filter for originality, for perfection of taste I guess. Somehow this elevates the song in his mind. Okay, only problem is (of which I reminded him), I know of several instances where this doesn’t follow through. He’s in love with Vienna’s music but doesn’t know a damn word of it. He likes (some) Tori, and yet finds her incomprehensible. Radiohead is his favorite band, and about half of Thom’s output, as brilliant as it is, comes down to almost nonsense.
For me music and lyrics tend to go hand-in-hand. They don’t have to, but I tend to respect the things that do work a little more. I guess the question to put out there is this: how do you feel about lyrics and their relation to how much you like a song? I’m curious as to what others think of this.
Time to go to Kinko’s for a little print-job (oh yay, that sounds dirty).
I have a feeling that things are about to take a big turn for the worse. Given my current state of mind, I’m not sure if I can handle it if this happens. Either way, I’m sitting here listening to my “Suicide playlist” (no, I’m not going to do THAT), and that’s never good.
There was a very good line on tonight’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy. I can’t remember it word for word, but the basic idea was this:
“Against all reason, against all past experience, we continue to hope.”
I like that. Rings true for me. Strange where we find our daily inspirations.
Comments make me happy for some reason, so many thanks to those who have left them. Only one problem: I’m beginning to get confused as to who you are! So if I know you and you want your name to remain anonymous, but for me to know who you are, perhaps we should come up with codenames. Completely anonymous comments are more than welcome, too, but I do like to know who’s been reading. 
Okay, it’s back to bed for me. Less than four hours sleep plus a quick jaunt out into a below-freezing, snow covered car do not a happy man make.
Owing to the subtle urging of a certain anonymous commentator- who informed me that this blog does, in fact, have a reader or two- I’m going to make an attempt to get back on a more timely posting schedule with this thing. I never really meant to abandon it. I just got very busy; that and a presumed lack of readership. I do this both for myself and as an effort to have others get to know me from my own written ramblings. The whole “interactive journal” concept is very appealing to me. I need feedback to let me know when I really am being a dumbass. Having said that, on to the update:
Finally (as in today) I am starting treatment for bipolar disorder, instead of the generalized depression treatment. I’ve been insisting for several months now that this might be the problem. Instead of actually listening to his patient, the man who’s been giving me brain-altering chemicals decided to ignore me and play a game of crapshoot with my head. 8 months and countless failed prescriptions later, we finally arrive at a place I feel might actually make a step in the right direction. I’ve felt like hell for too long; it’s past time to start feeling good and building a life. With any luck, I can get things started quickly enough to use as a jumping point for (hopefully) going back to school this fall. Speaking of school:
I’ve decided to take a sidestep from the engineering career for now. I absolutely love the process, but at this point I’m too much of a professional coward to really be able to get myself out there like I need to. Instead I’m looking at majoring in music theory, with hope of eventually getting Masters/PhD so I can teach. I’ve never really considered myself a good candidate for teaching. The only reason this appeals to me is as a way to help others, and to be able to continue to learn myself. Theory has been the most difficult part of my music education. Whether it’s the strong relation to math (which is not my best area) or just the nature of the subject itself, I (and many others I know) have had trouble really grasping a lot of the deeper, more complicated sections. In my fascination with everything about music, as well as my want to increase my musicianship, I think it’s crucial to have a good grounding in theory. If I can learn it well, then I can attempt to make it easier for others to understand through interpretation. Silly, maybe. But it’s what I’ve got right now, and it’s more than I’ve had in a while.
Speaking of the music thing, I finally bought a piano. The Yamaha P90. It’s beautiful. It’s my baby. It’s hard to keep my hands off of it. Were it physically possible to make love to a digital instrument (one without any real holes), I would be on it like a two-dollar whore. Now I just need to find a teacher and whip my ass back into shape.
This angers me, though it’s not at all surprising. But I have to respond to one line in particular: “I know a lot of people are concerned about Big Brother, but my response to that is, if you are not doing anything wrong, why should you worry about it?” Chief Harold Hurtt told reporters Wednesday at a regular briefing.
Why should I worry about it? Hmm…. how would you feel if we had cameras in your house? How would you feel if you knew someone was watching you fuck your wife? How about when you take a piss? How about when your eight year-old daughter is in the shower? It’s nobody’s right to see into anyone’s life like that without good reason. The insinuation that every single fucking person is a suspect terrorist is not an acceptable reason.
Ok, post over. I promise to return soon.