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[Aug. 31st, 2005|03:03 am] |
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| | Econoline Crush - Surefire | ] |
That last post was cringeworthy.
I don't really 'do' journals, but if I bother making a journal entry then it'd probably be on myspace.
Now, I know what you're thinking - "Cree's gone a bit emo", but no this is not the case. Some good music on there. Very little, but some anyway.
My page is http://myspace.com/radicaledward
If you want to check out the guitar playing of my comrade Tyrone, then check http://myspace.com/tyronedoran
Peace out. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2005|05:03 am] |
So here we are. It only occured to me that this is some sort of weblog. I created this account some time ago and I guess I feel it's my duty to write something here now after this long while. I often to this; find sites to sign up on, become addicted to them for about 2 days and then never bother with them again. I guess it comes from the hunter/gatherer instinct to collect things.
But anyway, what do people write in weblogs? I've read countless people's weblogs and they're either really boring or immensely readable. There must be a secret to writing a good weblog. I don't know really, as I've probably mentioned before I tend to just follow the train of thought wherever it may lead. Usually it's not interesting at all, but there's a possibility someday that I'll make a break through. Hmm, now I've sort of came to a halt. The train that is. I'm kinda trying to stimulate my mind into saying something more than just this. Words words words words haha. That's all they are, think about it. Think of all the billions of weblogs and websites and news articles on all the thousands of websites. What do they all amount to? Just a load of stupid ass words. Look at this, you're reading words. Words are amazing things. When the right person has language as his tool they can create something amazing, but they can also create ugly terrible things too. Words can propagate hate or love or joy or sadness or any other emotion possible. Not just because of the words used but because we have grown up learning the language and it has became a key to your mind. The right words can open the right doors. So many things are uncertain when you're reading a page of text; you don't know what the next words are going to say or are going to describe. It could potentially be anything. You can only assume what is coming next due to the content of what you've read so far. Ah screw this, it's starting to get old haha. Well anyway, let's move on to time. Time is the craziest of things I think. I began writing this at 5.03am. It's now 5.12am and counting. Think about it... the moment I wrote that "So here we are" time existed. But now it doesn't exist, that moment I mean. It's gone and you can never go back to it. Nobody can. Right now there are millions of people doing potentially millions of different things. I like writing like this. I'm no writer in the classic sense, but it feels good to just write whatever comes into your head. I guess there are loads of things going on, many distractions and probably lots of little trains of thought going on at the same time, but as you write you can focus on one in particular. Every now and then I get the hint of some other little thing to think about, but try to ignore it to write this. I'm actually saying these words to myself almost as I go along. I guess you could write something like this by just writing about writing it. But that shit gets boring I guess, and due to the nature of this type of writing, you don't realize how long you're prattling on about it.
I did one of those stupid IQ test things yesterday. Why did I feel compelled to do it? I don't know. Maybe secretly I want something to tell me I'm smart or something. Everyone does. IQ is bullshit anyway. It's just a way for people who are good at stupid logic problems to somehow assert their intellectual "superiority" upon others. I got 131 in the test anyway. It was on www.tickle.com or something.
I don't know, I get very disgusted about a lot of things. So many things that I can't really explain. Stupid things really. Respect is a big thing I think. I think people don't have as much respect for things nowadays. I'm not sure what I mean by that. It doesn't really matter. I was just flicking through windows. I've got Firefox, Internet Explorer and Soulseek open. I'm also downloading live videos of Tangerine Dream and Deep Purple off Bittorrent. I should have fun later.
I got a video of rare Doors and Led Zeppelin performances today. I felt I had to watch the Led Zeppelin first for some reason so I skipped through the Doors portion. I'll probably watch it later anyway. It was pretty awesome altogether. I find Jimmy Page kinda weird as far as guitarists go. He can be so immense but then other times he can be pretty awful. I still love him though. I find guitar playing like that great though. I mean, emotions aren't clean and easily able to fit into little boxes if you understand what I mean. I don't. Anyway, I guess I mean that if you really want to express yourself that you have to forget/ignore some of the "rules". Some people won't appreciate it. Maybe that's not what he was aiming for at all, but if he was at least I got it. And if I got it, that means thousands of people have too. Or maybe it was common knowledge to begin with. Haha, what the hell am I talking about.
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[Jan. 9th, 2005|02:40 pm] |
Well, I guess today is my first official day that I can go to "Big Boy Prison" as I like to call it. Ah, I went to see Red Sirus with Mitch, Pete and Sam at the Empire in Belfast and the singer (JP, who I speak with on MSN, cool guy) got the crowd to wish me a happy birthday. Damn nice of him. Well anyway, they pulled of a legendary show as they usually do and a good time was had by all. At this point we proceeded to the chinese restaurant known as the "Ho-Ho". I ordered a "Ho-Ho Special Snack" hahaaha. What a name. Anyway, it was good stuffé. We then decided to go walk barefoot in a big huge watery puddle thing in a local playing fields. Good stuff...
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[Jan. 5th, 2005|06:37 pm] |
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| | Cream - SWLABR | ] |
Ah well, I feel a bit shitty. Actually, I'm probably just hungry. Anyway, I got up late for tech today, I hate doing that. If I don't set my alarm a good distance from me then I'll not be awake properly by the time I'm able to react and turn it off. I forgot that last night.
Anyway, the new telecaster has been sent back to the factory. Apparently there was a small chip and some pickup hum or something similarly small. The guy will be getting his contact to send me a new tele and it should take 4-5 days to get here. I'm pretty pumped for getting it. I spent a good 3 hours in the Belfast Guitar Emporium just fucking about, playing guitars. It's great fun and has a good atmosphere and they don't even mind you taking down the super expensive guitars to play them. Great shop and people, I recommend checking them out if you're from the Belfast area and are looking for a new guitar.
Ah, only a few days until I'm 18 now. It doesn't really matter to me though, it's not really a turning point in my life or anything. I want to be young again though, I hate how my family starts wanting me to be responsible and get a job etc. Sometime in the future I WILL get a job, only I don't really want to just pack shelves or something. I wouldn't mind it if it was something in some way remotely creative. Anyway, I'm hungry so I'll get some food.
Ciao |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2005|09:30 am] |
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| |  Keepin' it real, homey | ] |
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| | Explosions in the Sky - Six Days Under The Sea | ] |
Well, it's a Monday. Another week has passed, another passage has been written in the great book of life etc etc. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Qyestions you can all empathise with. Today shall be Arnold Schwarzeneggar day, a day where we can all appreciate the muscular bosom, the outrageously hilarious jokes and of course the "toomah".
Nah, let's just get down to business. Strange day today.. I didn't do anything. Well actually, I lay in bed and slept and was awoken by my friend Eddy on the horn. What followed was one of those "still-sleeping-phone-conversations" which you can't remember why they phoned or the last thing they just said. I always sigh a breathe of relief when these phone calls end. I do, however, find it a fun challenege to remember if there was any conclusion.. often there is not.
Ah, 9.35am and only about 6 people on my MSN list who are perpetually online. I wonder am I one of those people on somebody elses list.. someone who never seems to sign out. I realise I spend too much time on the ole computer, but it is spent in some pseudo-contstructive way i.e. listening to music, conversing and sharing information via chat, practicing guitar scales, watching anime and ummmmm... yeah, games.
One band which I have become super-fond of have been "Explosions in the Sky". Think instrumental, think beautiful, think romantic and wistful, think brimming with happiness, think Explosions in the Sky. The beauty in their music is just phenomenal in my opinion. I sit and listen in awe and hope I can achieve their level of musicianship one day, and I don't mean in terms of technicality (it's not overtly virtuosic in the playing, but the writing and range of sounds are superb) but more in terms of the sheer awe inspiring force of the music. I'm rambling out of joy hah, but if you wish you experience some EITS then download this video
http://angels-gone.com/explosionsinthesky/media/EITS_live@Reckless_Records.wmv
Also, the website on which this file is located is filled with other information about the band
http://angels-gone.com/explosionsinthesky
Well anyway, do people read these things? I mean, not just people who I link to this.. but just other randomers? If you are a randomer, please, leave a comment and let me know heh.
Anyway, I've never been much good at writing journal entries, I usually get entangled in long sprawling passages of rhetoric with no certain conclusion. I used to post something resembling a journal on my DeviantART page (http://tenaciouscree.deviantart.com). I do not and never have used this page to display actual art, more like a server on which to host a many boredom fueled creations. These creations are usually just rubbish thrown together in a couple of minutes that I'll laugh at, then discard. They aren't even good and I don't really post anything anymore. Anyway, journal eh...
Well, it's back to school tomorrow (maybe it was today, but I didn't know whether to go or not as it's a bank holiday and I might have ended up wasting my time) and I can safely say I'm quite looking forward to it. For the first time in a long time I'm excited about being educated. The course I study is in Performing Arts Music. It only began this year, and only lasts for one year. After this, however, I hope to go on to do National Diploma PAM and from then on the next qualification and the next etc. until one day I can get a job with it ¬_¬
Anyway, yeah, if you want to add me on MSN or something, it's in the profile. Yeah.. sad, but let's be honest, I've got shit all better to do than talk shit on MSN and neither do you.
Ok, and in closing...
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| Feeling emo ;'( |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|03:25 am] |
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| | Rockin' | ] |
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| | Jethro Tull - Songs from the Wood | ] |
NOT REALLY YOU COCK.
Nah, enough said... the ole journal subject was just for a bit of irony, you know what I mean? Not meaning to be harsh, but the main clientelle of LJ appears to be people complaining about how emo they are. Here's a tip; STFU!!!!11
Anyway, straight down to brass tacks. The old birthday is on the 8th of January, pwnd.
CHECK THE PRESENT!!(Note: Mine will have a maple fingerboard i.e. white and not rosewood i.e. not black i.e. STFU!!11)
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