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| Thursday, May 20th, 2004 |
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Aww, man. Can you imagine a Flames versus Lightning Stanley Cup? So fucking rad. Going to Hellfest this year with Irrizarry and his crew. Pay or no. Sunday I'm seeing The Fight, Moneen, and Northstar. Monday or Tuesday I finally get to meet Mike and Bruce. SO excited. Wednesday NYC trip. I'm getting a sore throat kinda sickness. I want tea and honey. Got a comment about the hair tonight. Seems like no matter what I do, haha. The girl was wearing a SPROUT shirt. Saw a lot of people at work today: Jared, Meghan, Jena, Alison, Christy, Marisa, Mikes Irrizarry and Askin, Derek, Calvin, Jenny Melios' brother... pretty cool. And I just showed Michelle this story I wrote in tenth grade. I think she liked it. Fuck it, check it out if you want. ( For Better or For Worse ) I'm not even gonna read it. |
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| Monday, May 17th, 2004 |
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Yeah, so I've built of a cache of new stuff to check out over the course of, say, the past month or so. Let's go band by band and see what I think of these guys. This is about as Live as a Livejournal is gonna get, so savor the moment. A Better Way to Die: Blast beats and double bass. So innovative. Yeah, I don't think I would listen to these guys that much. [deleted] Across Five Aprils: I've heard a lot about these guys, and never really checked them out. The song is "A Million Miles to Montreal." Not really sure if I like this guy's singing voice, but the scream sounds pretty decent. The music is definitely pretty good. [saved] Angela Rose: What's up local hardcore band. [deleted] Casey Jones: Another band I've heard a lot about. Sounds good so far. Oooo, gang vocals and lots of them. I think this will get old sometime soon, but for now, I'm likin it. [saved] Evergreen Terrace: What the fuck. This isn't a new band. This is I guess old material. I think I got it off of the Indianola website. [saved] Far From You: 25 seconds in, and it reminds me of As Tall As Lions with louder guitars and more overall noise. Dude has a great voice. His phrasing is a little bit too much like Nickelback and Default and shit... but I am kinda digging what they're doing around it. [saved] Glory of This: It's good. [saved] Hands Are: Recording quality sucks. Low levels. But it sounds good. I'll take their word for it. [saved] In Passing: Happy faced indie. Can't go wrong at all. This is one of those bands that makes you close your eyes and bob your head back and forth. OHH, you know who this is? They're playing with On My Signal in June. Tiight. [saved] Kevin Little: HAHAHAHA. This is like R&B; and Reggae from my sister's computer. Damn straight. [saved] Mercury Switch: Jeeesus. These guys are tough. Or at least they sound like it on the recording. Tuned down guitar hardcore bordering on noisecore at times. Kinda industrial-ish scream. Good leads, and stuff. [saved] Mewithoutyou: This isn't new, either. I just had to redownload it. [saved] Monday In London: Another band playing with On My Signal. Same show, actually. These guys are goooood. [saved] My American Heart: The music is pretty good, but the vocals sound like a little kid. That will definitley get annoying. [deleted] Salo Rex: This kinda reminds me of Silverchair and a lighter version of Nirvana. [deleted] Sleeping By the Riverside: Hopesfall-ish guitars. Check. Passable screaming voice. Check. Corny triple layered monotone spoken word vocals. Check. Still sounds good, though. [saved] Strateia: Beatdown hardcore. w/ China cymbal! [saved] The Judas Cradle: These guys' name seems to be everywhere. I've heard a lot about them. Diggin it. [saved] The Prisoner's Dilemma: The song is called "A Three Second Excerpt," and it's five minutes and forty two seconds long. Their dimension is fucked up, man. These guys are good. Nothing too over the top in any genre. Yay for not pigeonholing. [saved] The Sleeping: Dude. These guys aren't new EITHER. I gotta start cleaning my shit up better. Ohh, this is the new version of Sunday Matinee. Personally, I think I like the old one better. But the sound effects of the film reel starting is sick. This version is slowed down a little bit, and doesn't really feel as good as the other one. But it's good. Definitely moreso than when I first heard it. I dono about the techno breakdown or whatever during the bridge later on. [saved] This Runs Through: HAHAHAHA. Most typical breakdown ever. Note to self: must show Rahul. [saved] Too Hot to Kill: Female vocals. Music so far is kinda jazzy, or something. Might be experimental, or might be just that they dono what they're doing. Hopefully we'll find out what's going on soon. Ohhh, I get it. The recording was just really low and I couldn't hear the other instruments first way through. Psssh. [deleted] Versus the Mirror: The song title has suicide in it. Uh oh. This melodic musical intro MAYYY lead to a palm mutes and screaming. . . . . . BINGO. Eh, it's only 2:44. I could get into it. [saved] White Zombie: Creature of the Wheel. Direct quote from Rahul before he sent it: "Now THIS is pissed." HAHAHAHA. I am deleting this so fucking fast. [deleted] Wisenbaker: Ehh, I dono. It's two vocalists, one guy one girl. Music is kinda boring, and the vocals lack big time. [deleted] Oh yeah, and last night I bought albums from Freemartin, Mewithoutyou, and Yesterday's Rising on smartpunk.com. The first band I just found out about and am definitely loving. The other two, I've had mp3s for a while, and just never could find their stuff. Thanks internet. |
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| Sunday, May 16th, 2004 |
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when you find beauty in the broken machinations, that's when you know the pieces fit. when you find light in the sun that never rises, that's when you know that today's the day. when you find silhouettes in the shadows never cast, you know that the candle will stay lit. |
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| Thursday, May 13th, 2004 |
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Brazil is coming to NJ next week... on the 19th. I was definitely feeling it at the moment, and decided to head to the site to buy tickets. I paused for a second... and looked at my calendar, and I'm freakin working. Sad face. I need money more than I need to see them live. Either way... I really would like to see them live sometime soon. I know they are on Warped Tour. I wonder if they'll be on the East Coast? If so, that might be reason enough to head out there. Click here to hear their album "A Hostage and the Meaning of Life" in its entirety. It's definitely one of the highlights of the past few months, as far as music goes. |
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| Wednesday, May 12th, 2004 |
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After taking a look at everyone's songs of the week on Wrank Music and realizing that the mixes would basically suck, since moods change, and there would be things like michael jackson right next to everytime i die, i chose to just stop keeping track. mix cds are usually so much better when they're themed along the same lines. at least, that's what i think. so i decided to make a two CD set for all the songs that were getting a lot of rotations on my winamp all winter. and here are the tracklistings: The Alpha - Disc 1 the academy - judas kiss the format - first single at the drive-in - star slight sera agosto - seven emanuel - the hey man (rerecorded) brazil - a hostage recover - betting all i have the movielife - read my lips these arms are snakes - riding the grape dragon on the might of princes - the swell and the breaking brazil - escape rem - crush with eyeliner u2 - the refugee kill verona - all of this and learning benton falls - this housecall could kill seville - waking up coheed and cambria - god send conspirator The Omega - Disc 2 alexisonfire - get fighted nevea tears - today cake, tomorrow spraying for roaches little yellow box - fixity of state misery signals - the year summer ended in june killswitch engage - my last serenade blindside - about a burning fire life in your way - for the flames... seven stones burn - everything forever is forgotten - oh baby, pretty like a car crash remembering never - closed caskets life in your way - behind unseen walls from first to last - ride the wings of pestilence norma jean - face:face at the drive-in - cosmonaut the bled - dale earnhardt's seatbelt beloved - defect from decay remembering never - heartless the sleeping - sunday matinee regarding i - in your absence |
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| Tuesday, May 11th, 2004 |
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I wanna be scene. I wanna be herd. ( check out some hair pics ) I made a new icon, too. But you probably already noticed that. Reh rehh. |
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I told you that my shower made me nauseous. What I didn't tell you was that it made me depressed. I'm still riding this one out. It's a big one. I bet I'll wake up to the end of it. i started to write this and i'm just drawing a blank: "he became jealous, and hated the sky because she said she loves the rain." i feel like that says everything and absolutely nothing at all. this is the part of the recording where you hear the guitars get unplugged, and somewhere in the studio a door closes, or someone coughs. |
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| Monday, May 10th, 2004 |
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Hey whut's up guys. This is mostly for people who are into music, and check my site, but it's not SOLELY for that demographic. Check out the list below of bands and labels, and let me know what bands/labels you think I should add to the list. This is EVERYTHING that i personally cover on wrankmusic, and I'm trying to make sure that I'm hitting on every base. i want everyone to be satisfied. I don't care if you tell me to add hip hop artists, techno, any sort of music you would be interested in hearing news about. ( THE LIST ) Again, any and ALL bands/labels/artists/ANYTHING are welcome. Seriously thanks a lot for the help, guys. It's all in alphabetical order, so if you have some bands in mind, just check if they're already there. If they're not drop a comment. |
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| Sunday, May 9th, 2004 |
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AIM is acting like shit. What's up with that?? PS, everyone should be excited for the new From First to Last album. I can't stop listening to it once it's on. |
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| Saturday, May 8th, 2004 |
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So, yeah, for whatever reason, my body decided to just go right to sleep after dinner tonight. Completely weird, and totally not me. Then again, i guess every month or so, my body does some extra curricular sleepness. Wyrrd, but I had a dream while I was napping. It only lasted for a few minutes, but it was such a powerful ass dream, and made sense within the dream, but could never EVER happen. At least, I don't think. So, yeah, a family of four is walking down the street. Mom, and three children. Older son, younger daughter, and then an infant in a stroller. One of the ones that is sitting up. Facing into the world, not the sky. I see feet walking, and faces talking, but I hear cityskape. Hustle and bustle. They get to a corner, and time slows down and speeds up at the same time. Sort've like in movies where the background zooms, and the foreground fades. Mom's face erupts in shock, and the kids literally run away from the corner that they've just reached. Baby just stares. Two cars hit into each other at such an insanely powerful rate that I am jarred in my sleep. I see people inside the cars explode like water balloons, but with blood. It was such a mess. And the baby sees this. And I'm dreaming, and as I see this, I understand that the baby is watching this with NO idea of death, no idea of pain, and no idea of humanity. But it is hit with such a shock that it instantly understands all of it, and goes into a frenzy. The baby suddenly understands just how fucked up this all is, the death, the impact, the fact that people just died in front of it, and the baby starts moaning, and writhing in her seat... she starts turning, and her face starts twisting. The baby starts to have a seizure at the sheer intensity of the situation. Blood starts coming from HER nose now she is shaking so hard. The baby has some sort of heart attack, or stroke from just seeing this. I watched an infant have its organs explode on the inside. SOO fucked up. |
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| Friday, May 7th, 2004 |
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Tina, you know this already, you can skip it. I can't wait to see your new hair! :) -- This hasn't happened since I've had a flip phone, but this is one of the most embarassing things that I used to go to. My phone used to be one of those flat faced phones, and I would never lock the keys. Why? Well, who knows. Either way, I would look at my phone and see I would have a voicemail, and get completely excited. On the inside, you know? Voicemails are usually pretty excellent to get. So, I dial up my number, and hit the pound sign, and enter my password. And all I hear is that pocket noise, and I KNOW it's me. If I was alone checking that voicemail, it was embarassing enough, because I would have to sit through the whole message because the phone wouldn't let u skip to the end of messages, or delete them partway through. Sometimes, they would be, like, 6 minutes long.... Forget it... if someone was there with me, I would be verbally stoked about it. "Oh, awesome! I bet this is [enter name here]." Then I would listen and see it was me telling some RETARDED story, and I can actually hear my voice and how stupid I sound telling the stupid story... haha, it was always the worst. I'm glad those days are over. -- Yeah, and me and Kyle are talking about Castlevania since I just saw Van Helsing <-- STEER CLEAR. Damn, that game was so mint. Symphony of the Night? Totally flipped the script. |
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| Thursday, May 6th, 2004 |
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MONDAY Off, yo. TUESDAY 10:00-11:15 -- Public Speaking 1:00-2:15 -- Western Civilizations 2:30-3:45 -- Journalism WEDNESDAY Off AGAIN, bro. THURSDAY 1:00-2:15 -- Western Civilizations 2:30-3:45 -- Journalism FRIDAY 9:30-10:45 -- Public Speaking |
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| Wednesday, May 5th, 2004 |
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It's so stupid. I feel happier than I've been in such a long time. It's absolutely incredible what Tina is doing to me... to feel something like this at such a level... we're gonna go ahead and call it amazing. HOWEVER... some things are just nipping at my heels. Like what you ask? 1) Can't seem to get into a good musical groove lately. Listening to so much stuff lately, and can't really feel anything huge for any of it. I'm sure this will pass pretty soon. Last song I felt passionate about was "Get Fighted". That was last week. There's usually a hype song for everyday. Lately, nothing. Eh, it's all good. It's okay. Last few albums I've listened to that are getting me close, tho: .... - The Format - Interventions and Lullabies .... - Blood Red - Hostage [car ride last night] .... - Slipknot - Self Titled [in the shower just now] .. yeah, that's right. Slipknot. Get over it. 2) I've been going back and forth between how I feel about my body. I mean, this goes back for years. Haha. It's basically day by day. All I know is today I fit into a YM shirt. How can I still be worried about it? Well, that's the life of a fat kid. We're just stupid for life. Don't worry, I'm not bout to say I'm fat or anything... cuz I know I'm not... but sometimes I feel like I am. I really feel that weight loss is the most overrated step to self-love. I'm not about to panic about it. It's just one of those ingrained human things that we feel sometimes. Too fat, too thin. We all deal with it. Not gonna take it too seriously. 3) Lately, I haven't been able to write anything... but I've been writing all the time. I know I have some interesting things to write... but sometimes when I go through 3 or 4 things that feel contrived, I get hopeless... I feel like nothing will ever come out of me again. I guess that's just my impulsiveness, and spontaneity. I judge situations far too quickly for the negative sometimes, especially when it's about my abilities or lack thereof. 4) I've come to the point where I know that Wrank Music won't be the BEST music website on the net. I think I always pretty much knew that, and I don't think that was ever my goal. But I definitely want it to be the one that people want to check out. I sort've want it to be fun, and talk about the news people want to hear in a way they want to hear about it. If anyone has any suggestions, gimme a shout. -- Yeah, so I'm not really down about anything... but if I didn't know any better, I'd be a real freakin mess. |
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004 |
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Read me like a book that you can never put down. Memorize every line and scream it like your favorite song. Paint all of your walls with me as if i'm your favorite color and stare at me sideways because my shading's just right. 050404 |
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| Monday, May 3rd, 2004 |
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lock the gates to the burning city. no epidemic spreads outside of tonight. our aim is a survival rate of 0. the disease without a future and the faces it hides behind. this is how we defeat science & nature: divide & conquer. ignore the screams... they'll be thanking us from beyond the body. ignore the children who don't understand the concept of death... ignore the elderly for whom it was only a matter of time. if one citizen escapes, then humanity can brace for impact (extinction), so keep your weapons steady. man, woman, and child, records stamped "infected" excommunicated for weeks while we tried to find a cure for the uncurable (as the research aimed for the unaimable). think of us as heroes for the rest of time. at 0500 hours, we call the cleanup crews. make way for the dumptrucks. we've got hell ahead. |
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| Saturday, May 1st, 2004 |
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i'm digging in expanses into layers of color and sound. gyrations shake me, but not my surroundings. i hold my mouuth open to not taste the blood streaking down my chin, body, feet, environment. i breathe, and my skin stretches. such is life. this is experience. i think of war and peace. i think of mothers, but not my own. never my own. love to me is warmth without fear of cold. love to me is security. love is protection from death. and i'm going to live forever against a timeless sky, orange in hue and pink on the fringes. this sky is only atmophere... only a blanket for my wings. when darkness falls tonight, i fly. i feel muscles in my back contract and expand, blood flows through muscle... burns energy... causes ripples... nerves feel pain and i glow. this is the reinvention of the wheel, an evolution in the way we think. mass and volume shatters and we create beauty as a race behind curtains of hate, prejudice, famine, war, religion, and money. soon i'll be far from here and i'll be a layer of skin away from discovery. these wings (feather and ash) crafted of will and grace to an otherwise carnivorous mass. there is a rumble in the belly of the beast and the taste of it is ink. the taste of it is empty and burnt. the taste of it is a husk. breaking contact from all the things i've built, breaking contact from all the shes and hes... this doesn't have to be anymore than a memory and a goodbye. folded paper notes, photographs, phonograph replays in endless internal repetition. this is what makes solitude bearable. who are we in solitude: others' memories of ourselves, and the things we've learned from those people. as a race, we've lost instinct to convenience and disease. we've lost sixth sense. we've blinded the third eye. and in my two nights' travels i have thought these things in circles, spiraling outward on themselves, forever broadening, and never arcing back into the beginning, never closing the open ends. my questions are slit open like razor lines and they bleed with curiosity. i spread these wings and mark my words i've marked my path. from ground (with core) to air and higher i take myself. these eyes take in the sights of a thousand skies; what are skies but distant space. Above the everything down below these wings tell stories. I want to fold these wings and wrap them around my body. I will. I will be warm again. I plummet downward toward the city streets wet with silver linings. There is no vertigo, there is no fear. I shatter the asphalt when I hit and I enter through it like paper mache. I look up and see the buildings growing taller and taller until they bend from their own weight and fall on top of the opening. Down and down and down. I see longitude and latitude lines reaching down to pull me up. But I hit a bottom and I don't want to leave. I lay flat on density. I feel familiar faces gather around me but I still see nothing. I see darkness and it wraps tighter and tighter. I see two lights coming together across the distance and they seem to be moving to crash. |
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1. Go into your LJ's archives. 2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to). 3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). 4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions "but hey, u never know. i really outdid myself with a GIANT SIX on our one month deal. one" what a catastrophe. ~~ you have no idea. |
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| Friday, April 30th, 2004 |
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. . i've been waking up on the amazing side of the bed lately. . . i've got the ear to ear smile to prove it. this is completely different than anything i've ever been through before. show me the ins and the outs and the beginnings and the ends. i'm willing to relearn everything i've been taught. i want to reach the ends of the earth even if it means falling off (((with you))) |
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| Thursday, April 29th, 2004 |
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Whuttup hood? Yo, so peep this. I was just at Nassau from 1:45 till about 4:15. WHY? To make my schedule for next semester. You know there's going to be problems. There always are at that place. At least, in my experience. [Check out this entry.] So, yeah, I'm hoping on things maybe working out a little better this time, but there were no dice to be had. I get there and get my transcript, and head to the media building. For you ensigns, that's building H. So I check out the board with what teachers are gonna be in their offices. One's there but tells me, basically, "nah, man. i ain't got time for that shit. i got a class at 2:15." I'm like okay, that's kewl. So I wait until 2:30 which is when the next guy is sposta be in. Turns out, the next guy is DEAF. Dude, okay, no problem with deaf people. Honestly. But still, there was a girl in front of me, who goes in there and she's talking to the guy in sign language and broken english... and I'm sitting on this chair waiting for the scheduling process... no no. Actually, just to get a signature and a stamp, because my schedule is picture perfect. So they are talking for a long, long time. I am sitting in the chair from 2:3- till 3:20 and another woman enters the room... and is sitting at her desk, and she is just cleaning off the desk. She says she'll be right with me. I'm like woo, awesome. Then she continues cleaning off the desk, and writing in a planner.. and then gets on the phone with her friend Katalina... :sigh:... and stays on the phone. I have never been more patient in my entire life. I honestly didn't even check the clock outside of when I got a text message. I was in that office for an hour and a half, and didn't get more than a sentence shot my way. Good thing Tina called me because it actually got my ass in gear to get out of that place... Woo. Then on my way to The Downtown to pickup tixx for the 19th, I get called by my sister cuz she's locked out. So I'm home, and I ate a PB&J; and came up here to vent a little bit. I went down to let the dog in, or something, and I saw a Thursday hoodie draped over a chair. Mmmmhmmmm. It smells reeeeally good. I'm wearing it right now. PS, this is what the background of my new phone is now. 
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| Tuesday, April 27th, 2004 |
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And to think we haven't even started doing everything we've written down. |
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excited.
tired.
pissed off.
distressed.
indescribable.