Wazza's · Canoe

- Dirteater

I fix him with a blank stare and say, "I haven't met anyone I like half as much as myself!"

The reason I was embarrassed to play it in front of everyone else was because it's such a cheesy song and I'm not the kind of songwriter who lets himself get away with writing cheesy songs. But that was probably always because I had no inner purpose for writing such a song - I always knew that I could do better. And it's not that I don't think I can do better now, it's just that this kind of song has an actual purpose for existing - it's the right kind of a song for a congregation to sing. And not only that, but it suits The Salvation Army perfectly!

So I think I deserve a pat on the back for at least writing a song that would otherwise be completely out of my comfort zone!

Kinda funny how it started: We finished practice this morning before service and Nicky decided to run off and get the song 'Reign on Me' to play before service started.  Jan didn't know where Nicky had gone and said that Nicky needed to get the song, and Murray said "She's gone away to get it" so I started skanking "She's away to get it" to a D chord, moved it to Bm, up to Em, and resolved it back through D and A. The lyric became "She's away to get it (x2), she's away to get sal-va-tion...". 

Awesome, there's bound to be Christians out there who want to record it and help Satan bring some money into my bank.  *Warwick plants tongue firmly in cheek*

This could be my first actual publication, and even though its a fan site and unpaid, I still think it counts!

The essay is on the song 'Stranger Than Fiction' from Bad Religion's album of the same name.  At the moment they only have a link for a download of the essay, but the administrator of the site said they'll be creating a new site called 'You' where they'll be publishing fan stuff related to the band, and that's where my essay will be going.  Yay!

http://www.thebrpage.net/discography/song.asp?songName=Stranger%20Than%20Fiction#comments 

Greg Graffin says that to call yourself an ‘atheist’ is to not say much about who you are or how you came to that, so for this reason he calls himself a ‘naturalist’ because it better describes aspects of himself. But I call myself an ‘atheist’ because it doesn’t say anything else about me. When you ask me what it means to be an atheist, all I have to say is that it means that I don’t believe in God; when you ask what else I believe in, I will tell you, and if you wish to add labels to those beliefs then be my guest, but my life and ‘who I am’ will never be distilled into a single word that describes a worldview. I am self – always have been, always will be; and that self is forever changing.

What makes this really shitty is that on my way back I stopped at the lights again and some women in an RV came barrelling through the orange light as it was turning red, while she was turning right putting me and others in way more danger than I had put anyone in myself - but was there a cop anywhere in sight?  You guessed it - nowhere to be seen.  Probably on lunch break.  Ironic, hypocritical... whatever.  The cop told me they were patrolling these lights because of an accident with a cyclist that happened last week.

Keep up the good work you useless bastards!

And Then!  Thursday night me and Jamie went to Dunners to see Brant Bjork and Bros.  Of course, there were no Kyuss songs (though either Green Machine or 50 Million year Trip, which he wrote, would have been nice).  Most of the songs were pure stoner rock, but the band played them so well that you could forgive the occasional generic riff.  What wasn't forgivable was the 'we are sooo stoner rock' boys outside dressed up like leftover grunge rejects smoking weed with fat bandanas strapped to their heads just to prove it.  What dicks. Brant's voice reminded Jamie of Jimi Hendrix (proabaly a good comparison); the crowd enthusiasm reminded me of the Iron Maiden concert, and all the pushing and moshing at the front seemed completely unnecessary for such a small venue (Arc).
( and the car troubles that followed... )
Iron Maiden ticket: $150
LPG: (approx) $30
Brant Bjork ticket:  $30
Petrol: $30
Oil: (can't remember but it was only 1 litre)
Pick-up truck: $60
Garage repairs: $167

all in all, it was a pretty expensive week!

Who's ripping who off here???

But I claim no loss of inspiration: my killing spree must go on forever.  The death on my blood-stained hands must be the legacy that the world remembers.  They will fear my name and the only silence that comes will be the silence that is filled with unrimitting hatred and despair for the lost.

Pain and suffering will be promised.

In every year of every decade of every century of every millennium, someone states that the world is going to the dogs. But the world has been going in that direction since the first person thought it, but never has it, nor will it be in grasp of the dogs.

            The world is always changing, and humanity always adapts to those changes. To maintain a nihilistic outlook while pursuing a positivist lifestyle will only ferment bitter fruits as the world around continues to change, develop and spring forth new challenges for individuals to face.