Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Même si je ne te vois pas
Je peux retrouver ce que l'on cherche dans la nuit,
même si c'est très difficile
je danserai mon chemin avec les loups.

Death is like sunset, which is only an appearance.
For what is sunset here is sunrise beyond...

The glass is always half-empty.
And cracked.
And I just cut my lip on it.
And chipped a tooth.

--Janeane Garofalo

He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares notis a slave.
-- Sir William Drummond
Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.
-- Robertson Davies

Honest criticism is hard

*~-+Where did you go when you left today? Neverland. Peel back the skin for the kids to play. Neverland. Too lost to care for being found again..+-~*

You piece together a jigsaw and the final picture is you, finishing that same puzzle. A mad, green-eyed killer standing behind you. An urban legend come true.

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My mother said that all were angels
But I swear I saw the evil
Evil that bleeds from the sky, from the sky.

“Ordinary… the kind of dangerous, beautiful ordinary that you just can’t leave alone.Like an angel from the underworld or maybe a devil from paradise.”

"I'm not smart. I'm not pretty. I'm not even talented. I'm not anything special. I just happen to be able to trick people into believing I am."

It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them...At least he who reaches will get a good stretch, a good veiw, and perhaps even a low-hanging apple for his efforts.

I’m just like a devil
You just like a witch
You only like me cause I can scratch your itch
I’m too much a bastard
Your too much like a bitch

physician, heal thyself.

"I exist!," cried the man and the universe replied, "who are you?"

She was so tough she rolled her own tampons

"Just because it says 'she', doesn't mean it's about a girl."

If wishes were fishes, baby, we'd live by the sea.All alone, just you and me.

"I waited, waited for the Lord; who bent down and heard my cry, drew me out of the pit of destruction,...set my feet upon rock, steadied my steps, and put a new song in my mouth, a hymn to our God. Many shall look on in awe and trust in the Lord."

"Who is your God that saves all and saves none?!"

They laugh at you because you're different, you laugh at them cause they're all the same. I laugh at you because you wont stop using that fucking quote!!!

"Between the idea and the reality
Between the motion and the act
Between the conception and the creation
Between the desire and the spasm
Between the everything falls the shadow
This is the way the world ends"

Why live in the world when you can live in your head.

"All the fruits you had set your hearts on have failed you;
gone forever, never to return, is your life of magnificence & ease."

"Take a shot from every angle, I'd have shot you down, I'd have made you look fucking beautiful"

No artist is normal; if he were, he wouldn't be an artist. Normal men don't create works of art. They eat, sleep, hold down routine jobs and die. You are hypersensitive to life and nature;that's why you are able to interpret the rest of us.

Does this elevator go straight to hell or do I switch in the lobby?


Friday, May 27, 2005

I'm a monster with no tokyo.

.sdrawkcab dootsrednu tub drawrof devil si efiL

There are no stupid questions.
Just a bunch of inquisitive idiots.

I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on. -Oscar Levant (1906 - 1972)

As for me my love, I am watercolor... I wash off

Time is a great healer..... Unless it's a rash, then you're better off with ointment.

It's ugly. But it works.

Comfort the disturbed, disturb the comfortable.

"Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand." Baruch Spinoza (1632 - 1677)

"curiosity was framed....ignorance killed the cat"

No doubt I savored the taste of independence. But it wasn't so much changing the world as becoming a part of it that drove my ambitions.

The lesson here is that dreams inevitably lead to hideous implosions

Innocence of the art is excusable; the ignorance of it is not.

"I have a huge, active imagination, [and] I think I'm really scared of being alone; because ifI'm left to my own devices, I'll just turn into a madwoman."-- Claire Danes

If you can't laugh at you, at least I can.

"I think we should be careful what we do in the future. Because I'm pretty sure elephants never forget" -- Erica Hamby

Make it idiot-proof and they'll build a better idiot.

"I've got a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it."

“I know what I know and I talk what I talk! And if that’s wrong then that’s just too bad. The airplane rides are three dollars, cash!”

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

:Mouthful of Beer and a Mind full of Hate:

"All that we call human history: money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery - is the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy."

An Optimist is someone whom laughs to forget,
a Pessimist is someone whom forgets to laugh!


Tuesday, May 10, 2005

If music is dying, musicians are killing it. Composers are the ones decomposing it. We are as responsible as anyone--although we'd love not to admit it. We lash out at "The Industry", blaming things like corporate structure for our shitty music--but we are the ones making it. We open the box they've given us and jump in, wrap ourselves up, and even lick the stamp. Why? Insecurity--the need for acceptance--maybe even money. We're not thinking about our music, just how it looks. One would rather have the warm tongue of a critic licking his asshole than the tongue of his spouse. It gives him a sense of validity and power. He seems to defy gravity. Maybe it is because he doesn't know what the hell else to do. He sees it coming--but freezes with panic like a deer in the headlights. Don't laugh--I've done it and you probably have too. And it has undoubtedly effected out music. (But have we learned anything from it?)

We know that we are mostly a lot of slobbering babies who need constant stroking. We realize also in the moral order of society, we occupy positions similar to the thief, pimp, or peeping tom. We know that even if one has the pride of a bull, it is hard enough just to remain focused in this world. It gives us milliona upon millions of images--distractions--all saying the same thing at the same time: DO NOT THINK. If your fantasy and desire give you migraines, how easy it is to forget them when there is so much to look at. Our creations die quickly when abandoned like this.

Do we realize that we are eating our young? It seems the passion that moves us is accompanied by an incredible urge to squash it. It is as quick as a fucking reflex--a conditioned response. It it a sexual problem? A puritanical one? The most intense and convincing music achieves a sexual level of expression, but what we normally feel is frigidity and limpness. It is just too easy for an artist to 'socialize' his desires when life tells him cardboard is OK. You should be ashamed of yourself! What is your fucking problem? If you don't come out, sooner or later you will die in there. Use chunks of yourself. Bodily fluids. Look left and right. Sift through others' belongings. Borrow. Steal. And try to achieve some sort of pleasure while doing it. This excitement should increase and intensify when you visualize it being shared by a number of people. Think about it. If it comes from inside you, it is automatically valid--it just may or may not be good. Because if it is not communicating in some way, its pleasure is as short-lived as a quick fuck in the back room. It doesn't mean shit. The labor of many composers is to construct elaborate walls of sound--but we often forget to leave a window or door to crawl out of. ow can we survive in these clever little rooms? We must eat our creation or we will starve.

At this point, we have heard what we wanted to hear--our ears have shut down. We've resigned as slaves to our own gluttony. But if we have boarded up our learning environment, our only way out is to teach what we know. Will they listen? Why should they? Because they need you as much as you need them. You can save them from being swallowed up by the world--they can save you from being swallowed up by the world. Young and old players should be seeking each other out and using each other. They should develope a healthy exchange of smut--and learn to wear each other's masks. In this kind of environment, incredible things can happen. Music can emerge that is athletic and personal. Music that is riddled with contradictions--impossibilities. And that is the shit that can defy gravity.
- Mike Patton