After yet another hard day's work, our hero finds himself finally going to sleep right around 4:30. AM. That's right, I've been completely zonked out since about then, and finally have awaken with the intention of never staying at work that long again. I've never felt worse. Ah, well, all in a days work, I suppose. So what happened this weekend? I wouldn't know, because as I realized at work last night, I'm missing all the cool stuff that's happening on the weekends. I'm totally falling off. I'd try to continue caring but I'm really really tired right now.

But on another thought, I was thinking about some of the things I had heard about Jimi Hendrix, other than all the drug talk that surrounds him, mostly I was thinking that because Jerm and me were talking about whether or not he'd remember all those songs he did under the influence of drugs. Anyway, I was thinking about the fact that he single handedly started an entire sound on his own. Sure Chuck Berry was innovating music with electric guitars, but Jimi Hendrix took it to a whole other level. He lived at time when an electric guitar was meant to sound clean crisp, but altered that perception somewhat singlehandedly. Of course, someone else had to have had to do something similar, but not the extent that he did. Not to mention the fact that many other styles of music were blended with what he did. Also bear in mind that he didn't have the distortion pedals or the amps of today. I remember reading somewhere that Jimi Hendrix once took a pencil and punctured the speaker of his amp so it'd distort his guitar's notes more to his liking. Or maybe that was Jack White. . .anyway, the point is, he didn't have the technology that bands today have backing him, and still he found some way to make his brand of music, his own unique style. So here's the Jimi Hendrix song for today, despite the fact that a few people might not appreciate it. Notice several things: 1) He has several Motown elements in this song. The first is the chorus in the background, the second being the guitar being plucked along with the percussion's snare, something that can be heard in songs like Since I Lost My Baby by the Temptations, and in a few Four Tops songs. 2)The break down in the song, where Jimi's talents shine. I can't play a guitar, so I can't tell you this is an easy thing to do, but what I can tell you is that it fits the mood of the song pretty nicy. Its got a good trascendental quality to it, a surreal wah which he tops off with an interesting line "loneliness is such a. . .drag". There's other good points, but I'll stop my lecture for now and let you find them.
Burning of the Midnight Lamp
My mood?

Man, I'm tired. . .

So its Friday. I hope you're not expecting some deep thoughts from me. My unwritten rule is that Friday is not the day for deep thoughts. Though I was thinking about the concept of the blog and of the diary in general. Who first decided to write down their private thoughts and then post them for everyone's general consumption? I'm sure at some point, if you have a blog, you've found yourself backspacing because you didn't want to put your "business" all out in the open. I spend the majority of my time reading what I've written in my blog and being appalled that I got that introspective in such a public forum. Then again, in all honesty, I'm usually that open in all of my public forums, so I should have no problem with it right? I'm always shocked when people tell me they've been reading my site, and I'm also always shocked when I really don't know them. What does this site offer really? A look inside the head of some guy in Alabama. That's about it. Where's the voyeuristic pleasure in reading my thoughts? Not to sound sleazy (because that last sentence did) but why care what I think? I'm just another guy who apparently is self-important enough to think that someone would care what he thinks or says.

Anyway, I was cruising the web checking out other sites and I ran across the cool idea of sharing mp3's with people through the blog. After thinking through all the legal ramifications of it, I decided I'd take my chances of getting sued for passing out illegal contraband, and do it anyway. So here's the beginning of my demise. Of course, for this to be cool, I have to post music by good obscure bands. So be warned, this won't be cool for long.

This isn't anything that most of you haven't heard, just thought it'd make a cool first song. For those of you in the states, this band is from Canada, you should be aware of them. They're called the Tea Party. Here's a link to one of my favorite songs by them.
Samsara.mp3
My mood?

Awestruck. . .

I stare into the snow,
stories of vacations past
lost into the winter.
The nuclear holocaust
left us without a winner.
All the losers felt the world shake,
saw the snow fall.
Realized the end had come.
Burrowed into the ground.
Wet their hands with tears,
and washed them of the guilt.
Soon a new world was built.
A new hope was formed,
and everyone believed.
But then they all turned face.
And soon there was nothing left.
Just a land desolate and wracked with death
Destruction. . .such a horrible pall
fell over the land as they burrowed again
burrowed deep enough to forget.
The pattern began over again
the ground shook, the sky filled
and snow begin covered the globe again.

I'd like to admit that there's nothing wrong with being cynical. I really would like to admit that. Of course, then I'd be lying to myself and to you. Being cynical is not only a complete drag, but also a painful reminder of the little known fact that despite however hard you try, there'll never be enough. Enough what? Enough anything. The whole glass half full, glass half empty perspective that's so tragically and pathetically used to describe personalities still misses the point. . .there's only half, and that's all there ever will be. So really, the situation here isn't the glass being half full, since half is all you get, the glass really is just full. Of course, like all of my particular brand of introspection, I end up confused. And here I am. On another note, I saw Johnny English the other night. It was an intriguing affair. You see, the movie had its good points, but it was never more than average. It was always just an average amount of laughter. Its funny sometimes, but there's never a moment when you break out into peals of uncontrollable laughter, and therein lies the problem. The movie takes a really good concept, and instead of making the character a total idiot, or a bumbling fool who stumbles upon luck-filled answers, but instead as a man who is intelligent, but clumsy and full of himself. That makes for a bad movie. A very bad movie. I'll go into more detail later, I'm running pressed for time.
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I miss that site. . .

Why are the small claims court shows so popular? Judge Judy, Judge Mills Lane, Judge Joe Brown, The People's Court, Texas Justice, Divorce Court, Judge Amy Hatchett, and the list probably continues. Nothing sickens me more than having to watch people argue and backbite each other on TV. If I wanted to see that, I'd just watch the Real World. Which is another popular show that I don't get. Its stupid. . .its just a bunch of whiny kids not getting along, or trying to get along way more than the censors on TV will allow. This isn't the "real world". I don't see them getting up and working out but never losing weight, or binge eating and then vomiting into the toilet. You never see them get kicked out of the house because they can't pay their rent, and then having to live on the street and beg for money as they try to keep their alcoholic habits funded. You never see them in a pair of cut off gloves, in several coats, drinking a bottle of 50/50 trying to stay warm in the cold. That's the real world. How come none of them ever get robbed, or mugged, or shot, or harassed by the police. You know why? Because its not the real world. They should really just cut to the chase and tell us that its just a bottled fantasy of some over-aged director who thinks he knows what young people want to watch. Of course, he must know something, because a ton of people watch that show. I guess what I'm saying is, even reality TV isn't very real. If reality TV were as real as it claims to be, no one would watch it because it would sad, depressing, and filled with boring moments.

On other notes (and yes this is actually another paragraph) I guess I should say sorry for not updating, I know how much this blog means to you(snicker). . .I'll do what I can to update it.

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I can't connect to my UAH server. . .so this picture probably won't work.