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| There is really no way of knowing how legible, leagel, ledgible, how
readible this blog entry is going to be. It's two twenty seven
and I'm feeling the effect of sleep drepivation droggyness. So
far I 'm not seeing any of the visions that I'm supposed to but there's
just time I guess.
Actually my mind does have a habit of taking it's own journey when I'm
tired. I just can't be thinkng about it you know. i'm sure
it's zen in their somewhere.
Just thought i would let everyone know how I missed Sanctus, The End,
and just everyone there. Me and Melnaie didn't get to spend any
alone time with each other so I thought I would spend it with her on
those nights. Eventually ACN might get a nine to nine hour shift
in which I would have three to four days off each week. then we
would spend time together. It would make sense.
today we wentwalking in a park somwhere in South KNoxville. Very
wooded up there mreinds me of the blair Witch Project in detail.
At one one we saw teepee's made out of sticks. Funky scary.
time for sleep and relaxation. gronk in the name of gronk.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
http://blogcritics.org/archives/2004/08/21/022409.php
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| Below is my entry for blogcritics.com. It's a neato arts and
entertainment site that deasl with some politics as well. I did a
review of Cementary dance and posted it up there. I shall mirror
my posting there here and what not.
Warning...it's going to ber all about books, movies, music, and topics
similiar. A dotted line will seperate my normal entry with the
one at blogcritics.
Anway getting picutres of Melanie and me from the photographer was
great. I admit the money thing worries me a bit and sometimes
leads me to believe that htis is all some sort of plot by the weddng
industry to take away my good earned benjies. But the picutres
turned out good and Melanie looks gorgeous. Showed some people at
work and they agree. Putting firelight in the wedding photos is
also turning out to be a big hit.
Would like to write more but have to go off on errands and then to
work. i messued up and gave the photographers the wrong picture
for the black and whites. It's ok there letting me do the right
ones for free.
:)
Maybe wedding people are all money grubbers after all.
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never mind I forgot xanga will not cut and paste. *hitting head*
brains I tell ya...brains.
anyway here's a line if anyones interested.
http://blogcritics.org/archives/2004/07/30/132049.php
http://blogcritics.org/index.php
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| I figure it would be best if I did this entry with divisions.
Oterwise me and the reader are both going to be competing for the most
confused award. Diviisions...It just makes more sense.
DIXIE DIRT AND THE NOTHING GOING ONS...
Few things can get me on a tangent. Normally I let people go with
their opinions no matter the circumstances becasue Hell it's action not
beliefs that change things. I'm reasonable. But
the one that creeps up most often is the "There's no scene in
Knoxville...no music scene to speak of blah."
To which I am a proud member of the point and see clan. I will
point people in the direction of artistic ability and belief and say
"See! See! See" Not as a method of I told you So but rather
as a way of Saying "Look guys there is something going on now go to it
an explore.
Dixie dirt is one of our treasures and we nearly lost them to
Georgia. When I first heard them I thought they were a mixture of
Allman Brothers/punk/and mountain singing. This attitude changed
upon their rock opereal Perils of something or another. It's not
been released on CD yet unforunatley but from what I can remember it
was a sonic boom guild style. This bugger just was not going to
be a part of any sort of genre. Someday a CD my friends...Someday.
And now they have their new album out cheefully called "On Our Way Like
We Never Met" I've been listening to it a lot lately. The
guys have taken upon themselves to write music for a David Lynch movie
that doen'st exist yet. I see a dusty red truck going down a
desert road somewhere in Texas. It's half night and half day in
the movie. There's a lot of roaming in this movie.
And that's the genre I tag upon Dixie Dirt for this outing. This
is movie music for Lynch movies yet to be made. I've reached this
conclusion listening to Teeth coming home for ACN in the rain as the
roads wetten with god's presperation. Teeth is slow guitar odes
to strumming and silence. Kat's voice will always be ragged thank
god. Mountain Girl she is and Mountain girl she shall always
be. Twenty Minutes of atmosphere worthy of whtever indie who they
hell are they but their genius.
Dixie Dirt have the Sisters of Sound...Angela and Kat.
I contend them to be two of the best guitarists Knoxville has to
offer. With this album I apreciate their expertise even more as
they don't try to play rock god but use their weapoons as tools of the
song and not grandstanding. New drummer Peter Bryan has a
military precision to him keep him guys keep him and don't go away.
So far Lipstick is my favorite. New sound, an organ layering the
song allowing the guitar to pluck out a neat little lick. It's a
counterweight to Teeth. Lipstick is song wheras teeth is mood
setter. Brilliant song too.
God I've just got started hold up.
I'll wrap this baby up I got other things to Blog about. Buy
Dixie Dirts new CD for the love of Pan. I know I know Knoxville
sucks nothing ever happens we don't have a cool music scene yeah yeah
yeah yackety smackety. But for once try the alternative.
Believe in something. Smackh down the ten bucks and give this
baby a whirl. Dixie Dirt it's in the locals section at both Disc
Exchanges. Rember that. Buy it and just give it a
shot. Hell I don't write reviews anymore so I can be as
ridiculously beggy as I please.
Dixie Dirt deserve the acclaim that people are looking for. The
sort of mythos generating music that followed Johnny Cash, Led
Zeppelin, Bob Dylan, and Hank Williams. This is good stuff.
I think that's how Bangs would say it. This is the good
shit. Ok that's how he would put it. As a final tag to this
article I will just say poetically inclined phrasing.
There is Beauty but you must look.
Ok more Zen then poetic but oh well...rant over.
OF WEDDING AND SUITS.
I admit I don't understand wedding ceremonies. Melanie I love and
I will be with her until the stars weep of death. Marriage?
Ok I'll do that I mean I don't want anyone else but Melanie.
Wedding though I swear are the most outlandish ceremonies ever
produced. Get this I'm renting suits now. I go to Goody's
becasue they happen to be cheap and we are on a budge. Scary
place Goody's. There was only women working and all the women
were blonde. Bad middle of the road music was playing.
Shirts with ducks on them were proudly displayed for men folk to
purchase. I go up to the chashier and bravely enquire about tuxes
to rent.
She announced over the intercom. A customer sasy "Tuxes?? I
didn't know Goody's did Tuxes!!!" And she says this after a
fashion wich suggests that mabye Tux Rentals at Goddy's is akin to wine
being served and Long John Silvers. I proceed to tux place
and look over three books of tuxes. Forty dollar value fourty
dollar value...where is that value?
After what seems like five minutes I found something. Stop here
for scenery. some of these tuxes were nice I gotta admit.
The zuit suit was a keeper and they even had some historic types.
Still budget wedding.
I place in my order and that's that. got fitted and everything.
BIG FISH
Big firsh was both a fun look and a sort of potent lesson on accepting
people for who they are. Melanie loved it as well. We both
were a bit sad at the ending.
MELANIE IS A GAME ADDICT!!!
As some of you know alreayd Melanie has turned herself over to Final
Fantasy Online.. She's never played many video games so a lot of
the sympoms of game headedness are sort of new to her. For
instance she does not now the first rule of gaming.
1. time while played video games increases 75%
She's into the magic users of cource. She's a big fan of magic
which again shows while we are such a good match. Silly as that
sounds. I love the fact that she's getting escited about somethng
and that it's making her so happy. Plus it's healthier then
watching tv I swear. At least she's having a community to talk
to.
She gives the game a big thumbs up by the way.
Fare the wells.
Now I gotsta to go. Firelight is begging for attention and
Melanie the mommie is away figuring up flower and invitations.
strangeness. I heard him meowing this morning and at one point I
swear it sounded like he said "where did everybody go?"
Also I was in bed and I clearly heard Melanie call out my name.
And she was at her parents house. We have a psychic link
that's ery useful.
:)
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| I think it's Johnny Cash on the web radio right now. It's NoFi
radio which sort of plays any strange song that they can come
across. Sort of like First Amendment radio in Knoxville but
without the political statements. I think Cash was singing about
his blue eyes. And now they are playing some crappy version of
Clementine. Imagine if Harry Smith went to the bottom of the
barrel for folkways. I mean imagine if he picked up the most
amateur slap happy folkists.
But anyway off of the music for a moment. Me and Malnie went to
my parents hosue the other day. It was Melanie's first time their
and naturally she was a bit nervous. Don't know why the Herr's
don't eat the dead bodies until November. I thought things went
pretty well but Melanie stil lhas doubts weter mom likes or not.
I feel like mom likes her but Melanie has a serious case of the
doubts. Hopefully it can all get worked out in the end. But
we all talked about me and my misbegotten youth. Mom kept telling
Melanie what a good little boy I was and how all the grownups wondered
why I was so quiet. She also showed her some old photos of me
which proved farley interesting. Melanie know has seen more of me
then most people ever had. And yes I did have a bowl haircut back
then in case you fashion plates are interested in knowing.
Going back to my parents house is alwys sort of weird to me.
nothing makes you feel like time is passing you off like going to
somplace you grew up at. the memories that fall down on me keep
trying to escape. It's a case of "I can't believe it's been only
a few years ago that this and this and this oh you mean it happaned in
1989????" to hav3e a lcear memory of these things is just
...just...oh crapper it's just morbid.
To add...my mom is now three years older then my mamaw was when she had
her first stroke. In two years she will ber older then my mamaw
was when she passed on. I didn't really realize it until mom told
me last visit. I think she's handling it better then I am.
I've always thought of my Mamaw as a older woman and now to think
that my mom is that age but she doens't seem old now...well it's just
cliche' you know. My mom could be seventy and I would still see
her as fresh forty. And every day I see similarities between me
and my dad. We are both very easy going. We both tend to be
quiet at times making people wonder if we talk at all.
The whole Andy Kauf. net thingy made me want to rent the movie.
Remember Man on the moon that little biographical movie they did a few
years back? Well I hadn't seen it yet even thought i kep syaing
that I would. It was ok...I feel like they didn't get into the
characte of Andy as much as the wanted to show off the cool stuff he
did on stage. I figure that if you want to see the best of
Andy...go get a acutal tape of him. I figure I would rather see a
actual biography then Jim Carey does Andy. And on a piss ant
note...watching the movie I feel that I never forgot Carey was
Carey. That's paramount ot me for an actor. An actor should
make me forget who he is. He didn't do so well in this one.
Another iffy. Melanie hated the movie and just thought that
Kaufman was a asshole. Now I don't agree with that assessment, to
me Kauman practiced perofrmance art and some people jsut happaned to
think it was funny. but hse has a point on one bit. Was
their enough of the human andy to offset the things he did on
stage? I'm not sure. I feel like this movie is best seen by
people who know all about Kaufman already and jsut wanted to see him in
movie form. For someone like Melanie who didn't know that much
about him the movie may have come off as something else.
Kaufmon makes his return? I doubt it. I do feel that I could do a Jim Morrison comes back to life blog.
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| By now some of you may have heard the news that I've proposed marriage
to Melanie last Friday. This being the week anniversery what the
hell I'll give you the story.
Now how's that for a save face?
It' all started when me and Melanie decideed that a proper marriage was
needed in our relationship which brings up a good wonderful point of
changing perceptions in ones philosphical makeup.
You wanted the story? Swell but it's going to be in the
traditional Celestial Dung long winded sense. Take up a chair
play some Rasputina and dwell upon the formation of my
words. They may be slow and their bite is soft but by golly
it's an important form. Love is a layered complexity of
conflicting and accomodating thoughts and it's important to dwell upon
each layer with the most devout of attention
Besides, suspense is good isn't it?
Anyway a year ago if you asked me what my opinion of marraige was...and
even if you didn't but just wanted to tell me about the wonders and
glorious of holy matrimony...I would have gladly told you that Marriage
was a sham carried on by a society that seek validation in
everything. that is began in a attempt to combine family
fortunes. That it was foolishness to carry on any idea
about how love could go on forever.
Well things changed and you can thank Melanie for it. I still
think that the State should get out of marriage. I still think
the wedding racket is overpriced. But Melanie has taught me
through love that marriage can be transformed from it's less then
desierable from into something that is sacred to the degree that it is
held in imporatnce by two people. And besides the fact I can't
see spending a day without her.
so ok marriage is good now that whole diamond ring bit. First of
all the ring had to be something of a speicialty. Something
unique that no everyone would have. So first of all I ordered a
blue Diamond from ACN. Nice blue color not everyone has a blue
engagement ring you know. Then I started looking for a casting
that would most fit her. upon finding that no such thing existed
that I saw article in Metropulse for a Jewelry Designs. They
promise that you could make your own design. Cool Beans I'm in
for that. So upon recieving my diamond I march over there all
gleefully happy with my paper design. With some help from the
clay artist I design a ring for Melanie.
This is the description. 18kt gold with a braid knot running up
and down the metal. inbetween the loops are little leaves.
On the sides of the ring htat holds the diamonds are two enternitt
symbols, one for each side of the ring. Melanie is a lover of
Scottish and celtic lookery and there's a story to this. One of
the first tiems i met her I was braiding her hair and she said "play
with my hair and I'll never leave." The knotwork is a sort of a
representation of that moment.
And now for the proposal. Before we get to that though...some methods I thought about...
1. Tying the ring to a duck at the duck pond. This led to
images of me chasing ducks, raising ducks off the ground to look at
their legs, and then throwing unwanted ducks in the duck pon.
2. Magic trick! Simple enough make a rock turn into a
ring. A cute idea but never was able to find a proper site that
taught me how to do it.
and this is how I proposed. Keep in mind that it was thought up at the last moment as I was driving from work.
I take Melanie to the Duck Pond. I'm dressed in black slacks,
white shirt, and black tie in a wndsor knot fashion. We walk arm
in arm around the duck pond as I tell her this story.
Once there was a boy who wanted more then anything a rose.
Everyone else had a rose but him and he was starting to feel very left
out. Some boys even switched out roses and some even had more
then one rose. But he just wanted one. But their was a
problem. Roses had thorns and this boy did not want to get
hurt. He did not understand that thorns was a part of life and a
part of love. so he would look at roses, and sometimes even smell
them but he was too afraid to pick one. Eventually he fooled
himself into thinking that he really didn't want a rose. Roses
wilt don't they and they die off. How pointless it would be to
have a rose. So he walled himself up into his library where he
would have books and music and converse with a few comrades of like
mind.
Then one day he saw a rose outside his door. it was the most
beautiful rose he had ever seen. It was a deep red, deeper then
blood and deeper then wine. it was the same color as love.
And he wanted to pick this flower so bad but he was scared of the
thorns. So day after day he would pass this rose by thinking
about picking it but always backing off. One day he looked at the
rose for a long time and before he could think otherwise plucked it out
of the ground forsaking all fears of being hurt. He took it
inside the library and cared for it and gave it food to nourish.
Something amazing happaned. the flower did not wil and stayed as
beautiful as when he first saw it.
I went down on one knee asked Melanie to please marry me she said yes
and that is the end of this portion of the story. I leave you
with Dylan...
"Love is Pleasing, Love is Teasing, Love not an Evil Thing."
--Suger Baby
Bob Dylan
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