Why can't we be friends?

Carcass= greatest death metal band ever. And I don't give a damn what you say. Well I do, because I love the genre, but Carcass definitely were a fine establishment in the genre thatseemed to be overly obsessed with being complex at times, although that complex shit is great in its own right. Carcass has a great balance of brutality and melody, which is hard to find in metal. Its usually a hell of a lot of one or the other, and not necessarily a precisely acquired mix of both.

But this isn't carcass LULZ. This is Blackstar Rising, which was pretty much the remains of Carcass sans Bill Steer and Michael Amott. Its mostly in the vein of Carcass's Swansong and satirizes rock music as a whole. Some good solos in here and also some really cool riffs.

Blackstar Rising - Barbed Wire Soul

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What perishes was once living.

THis is going to be the only Audioslave album I upload, its a pretty fuckign great album. The other albums they released weren't as good, but still decent, to me. I think somewhere around this time, Chris Cornell was sort of lightening up on humans and trying to hate them less than he did than in the Soundgarden days when he wrote songs like "Blow up the outside world" and "Limowreck". Nonetheless, there are a lot of great moments on this album. Tom Morello is a pretty nifty guitar player, though he doesn't shred or play in weird tempos like Kim from Soundgarden, shits stil lbadass.

Audioslave - Audioslave

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This would be easier if I hated everybody

A smart pessimist doesn't take offense when they are wrong, for it means they can take a deep breathe in relief, even if for a moment only.

An open mind believes in nothing. For anyone one item to be adored, one must abhor the opposite, or an object with opposing/dissimilar characteristics. To listen to music open mindedly in truth just means that a person will listen to almost anything once. And then they'll probably not enjoy most of the shit out there. I'm sure most of the people who actually are closer to that archetype of openness are on the internet or in record shops searching and searching for albums to listen to later on, not the people who empty ass statements like "music's my life" or "I <333 music!!". These people are awful human beings, and the reason they are is because they'll listen to anything for the sake of hearing it, without being affected by it. You'd have to ration your interest far more if you were really attempting to relate to whatever a singer is bemoaning.

Lies lies, and more fucking lies.

Here's something slightly related: MEshuggah's Mind's Mirrors.

The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones,
the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within;
The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away
at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen

Treacherous this deceit to make no choice matter
To have and yet lose yourself, until finally all reasons why are forgotten
To live through ones own shadow. Mute and blinded, is to really see
Eclipse the golden mirror and the reflection is set free





And here's an interesting interpretation of the song that I'd say is pretty spot on.

Mind's Mirrors reflects on (no pun intended) the human that finds no value or meaning in what is external to itself. In search of sustenance, it turns its field of view inwards and worships and consumes itself from the inside out, eventually leading to the conclusion that the only thing real and valuable is what is inside. From here, it eats away at itself until nothing remains.

To eclipse the golden mirror, the human recognizes that the internal self and external world are both one and the same, and no longer distinguishes the two from one another.

I know, I konw, I'm supposed to be an optimist.

If money is the root of evil
Fear of death is worse
This mortal coil is not a test
And you can't hide in a purse
So don't go casting no dispersions in the street
'Cause the half the world that starves
Will know the half you're in
Does not deserve to eat

The value of truth

Lately I've been thinking about why I prefer honest music over entertaining music, and I've realized its the outgrowth of my hatred for liars, lying, misleading phrases and statements, and bullshit. These are some of the epicenters of our problems in the world, I feel. ANd for a musician or any person to just say how they feel, to acknowledge some pain or some growth as a human being they've experienced means a lot more than hearing about how beautiful the sun looks or whatever the fuck optimists love to converse about.

I mean, people love to quote dead intellectuals and writers, but they don't take it upon themselves to focus on who is speaking the truth now. I think this is partially becasue as of right now, what is current that we in america feel we should adhere to is all the distracting, happy, clever but vapid nonsense that is spat our way via rappers, party rockers, pop punkers, tv show hosts, and other popular personnel who we are likely to not relate to at all.

What makes Bob Dylan's and 2pac's music special after their most famous and revered work was made no less than 10 years ago? Its the honesty, the relativity their words have to each of our individual hearts.

So when I see someone like jay-z or lil wayne or souljah boy or any other fuckhead of a rapper talking about how fun their life is, the jealousy takes a trunk seat to my abhorrence for the message their giving these kids and the popuilace in general, which is continue amusing yourself to death because there's few things more important than yourself.

Which leads me to another point, some people say my expectations for the world are too utopic, yet they believe in politics and being complacent enough to enjoy their lives. And I end up being crucified for hating humanity at large for what we've done. There's an obvious hypocrisy here, and that is that if you should love humanity so much, why wouldn't you believe that we should work towards attaining a utopic society or at least one where the majority of people are cared for and given what they need?

Fucking bullshit.

Here's some folk I've been loving lately: Horse Feathers.



Music like this helps ease the loneliness. Beautiful voice and perfect songwriting.

Yes? Of course, yes.

"On the campus of Outlaw College, professors of essential insanities would characterize the conflicting attitudes of Nina Jablonski and Leigh-Cheri as indicative of a general conflict between social idealism and romanticism. As any of the learned professors would explain, plied with sufficient tequila, no matter how fervently a romantic might support a movement, he or she eventually must withdraw from active participation in that movement because the group ethic--the supremacy of the organization over the individual--is an affront to intimacy. Intimacy is the principal source of the sugars with which this life is sweetened. It is absolutely vital to the essential insanities. Without the essential (intimate) insanities, humor becomes inoffensive and therefore pap, poetry becomes exoteric and therefore prose, eroticism becomes mechanical and therefore pornography, behavior becomes predictable and therefore easy to control. As for magic, there's none at all because the aim of any social activist is power over others, whereas a magician seeks power over only himself: the power of higher consciousness, which, while universal, cosmic even, is manifest in the intimate. It would seem that a whole human being would have the capacity for both intimacy and social action, yet sad to say, every cause, no matter how worthy, eventually falls prey to the tyranny of the dull mind. In the movement, as in the bee house or the white ant's hill of clay, there is no place for idiosyncrasy, let alone mischief.
A romantic, however, recognizes that the movement, the organization, the institution, the revolution, if it comes to that, is merely a backdrop for his or her own personal drama and that to pretend otherwise is to surrender freedom and will to the totalitarian impulse, is to replace psychological reality with sociological illusion, but such truth never penetrates the Glo-Coat of righteous conviction that surrounds the social idealist when he or she is identifying with the poor or the exploited. Since, on a socio-economic level, there are myriad wrongs that need to be righted, a major problem for the species seems to be how to assist the unfortunate, throttle the corrupt, preserve the biosphere, and effectively organize for socio-economic alteration without the organization being taken over by dullards, the people who, ironically, are best suited to serving organized causes since they seldom have anything more imaginative to do and, restricted by tunnel vision, probably wouldn't do it if they had." -Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker

Intereconnectedness

"Its nice to be important, but so close to being despised."
-Julian Casablancas

"You either die a hero or live long
enough to see yourself become the
villain." - THe Dark Knight.

Good day

GOt out of class and listened to some Pissed Jeans then on the drive home, listened to some Bone Thugs. I noticed Layzie Bone mention laying in bed in a troubled state of mined on "Creepin' on Ah Come Up" and on the Pissed Jeans song "Spent", Matt Korvette bemoans his life and also mentions getting out of bed. I thought that was cool. People like to put more bounderies in music than are necessary and think because someone like Matt is screaming over heavy, punk instrumentals, they can't relate to that white boy, or that weirdo, or whatever. And people also think that just because rappers like Bone THugs talk about shit that happens daily in the lower class neighborhoods in America, and every where really, that they wouldn't relate to their drive to acquire currency and get their life in order.

To intelligent sloths

On the way to discovering what we love, we will find everything we hate,
everything that blocks our path to what we desire.
The comfort will never be comfortable for those who seek what is not on the market.
A systematic questioning of the idea of happiness.
We'll cut the vocal chords of every empowered speaker.
We'll yank the social symbols through the looking glass. We'll devalue society's currency.
To confront the familiar.
Society is a fraud so complete and venal...
that it demands to be destroyed beyond the power of memory to recall its existence.
Where there's fire, we will carry gasoline.
Interrupt the continuum of everyday experience...
and all the normal expectations that go with it.
To live as if something actually depended on one's actions.
To rupture the spell of the ideology of the commodified consumer society...
so that our oppressed desires of a more authentic nature can come forward.
To demonstrate the contrast between what life presently is and what it could be.
To immerse ourselves in the oblivion of actions and know we're making it happen.
There will be an intensity never before known in everyday life...
to exchange love and hate, life and death,
terror and redemption, repulsions and attractions.
An affirmation of freedom so reckless and unqualified,
that it amounts to a total denial of every kind of restraint and limitation.
- Hey, old man, what you doing up there? - I'm not sure.
You need any help getting down, sir?
No, I don't think so.
Stupid bastard.
No worse than us. He's all action and no theory.
We're all theory and no actions.
Why so glum, Mr. Deborg?
What was missing was felt irretrievable.
The extreme uncertainties...
of subsisting without working...
made excesses necessary...
and breaks definitive.
To quote Stevenson:
"Suicide carried off many.
" Drink and the devil...
took care of the rest."

whats a young man to do when he doesn't want to do wrong

but there's a lock on the right door?

- Black Ice