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Sep. 28th, 2003 01:24 amFor the record: 28 Days is cool but it is not my favourite zombie film ever. That honour belongs to Dellamorte Dellamore.
Tonight I saw Tomb Raider II with Chris, Tom and Lou. It was exactly as horrible as I had expected. To be fair, it had some nice scenery. The reason I went was because it was with Tom, whom I haven't seen in ages. Afterwards we went to Zanzibar in Newtown and we drunk lots and talked and were merry, so it's all good. Which makes this yet another semi-drunken post. Promise I won't make it a habit...
I've now not done anything resembling songwriting for quite a long time. I've sort of put my (allegedly) creative energies into other things, most of them prose related. Over the last week though, I've picked up the gee-tar again and have been going back over few things (i.e. I was procrastinating over something else). For some reason the strangest memories and fragments of stuff from ages ago has been surfacing in my brain. Like the sorta punkish song I started writing (I tend not to finish things much - I've been told I have the attention span of a gnat, to which I reply "How do you know what the attention span of a gnat is? I mean, it's not like there's that much going on in a gnat's life. It could have the power to focus on one thing inordinately, simply because there's so few things truly important to a gnat. Oh hey, look at that thing over there! What was I talking about?) some time in 97-98 (I think) about a big party Marc and Owen were planning to have together. They never did though, so that was my excuse for not finishing the song. The song made a big deal of the fact that there would be computer games played at this party (it made an equally big deal of there being alcohol, but lots of party songs do that). I think this would have been about warcraft II/Shadow Warrior era.
"WHO WANTA SOME WANG?!!"
Shadow Warrior was sick fun. The song was shit. Ah, nostalgia.
I should probably figure out a better way to organise my notebooks. My current method is "not", and the more there is the harder it is to sort through and find a particular song, story, or fragment. I did at one point have the habit of writing things in short text files and sticking them across my desktop like post-it notes, but I somehow managed to lose 2 of my favourite songs that way. I managed to remember one of those, but of the other there is to this day a crucial verse missing that I just can't seem to replace. The song was called "don't want to be saved", or something, I'm not usually big on names, and it started thus:
So my wrists had a fight with a razor
what business is it of yours?
-and continued in a suitably cheery tone.
I have actually done something constructive musically today, which was to add a few lines to a song I've been chipping away at for quite a while. The song is currently entitled "a sixteen year old goth in a country town, weeping". It's one with characters, and I can see them in my head. I can see what a clip would look like, telling the story with visuals as well as sound and words. Pity no one else will ever see it.
What a long post. I sure can spout some crap.
I just saw Johnny Cash covering NiN's "Hurt" on rage. It was awesome.
Tonight I saw Tomb Raider II with Chris, Tom and Lou. It was exactly as horrible as I had expected. To be fair, it had some nice scenery. The reason I went was because it was with Tom, whom I haven't seen in ages. Afterwards we went to Zanzibar in Newtown and we drunk lots and talked and were merry, so it's all good. Which makes this yet another semi-drunken post. Promise I won't make it a habit...
I've now not done anything resembling songwriting for quite a long time. I've sort of put my (allegedly) creative energies into other things, most of them prose related. Over the last week though, I've picked up the gee-tar again and have been going back over few things (i.e. I was procrastinating over something else). For some reason the strangest memories and fragments of stuff from ages ago has been surfacing in my brain. Like the sorta punkish song I started writing (I tend not to finish things much - I've been told I have the attention span of a gnat, to which I reply "How do you know what the attention span of a gnat is? I mean, it's not like there's that much going on in a gnat's life. It could have the power to focus on one thing inordinately, simply because there's so few things truly important to a gnat. Oh hey, look at that thing over there! What was I talking about?) some time in 97-98 (I think) about a big party Marc and Owen were planning to have together. They never did though, so that was my excuse for not finishing the song. The song made a big deal of the fact that there would be computer games played at this party (it made an equally big deal of there being alcohol, but lots of party songs do that). I think this would have been about warcraft II/Shadow Warrior era.
"WHO WANTA SOME WANG?!!"
Shadow Warrior was sick fun. The song was shit. Ah, nostalgia.
I should probably figure out a better way to organise my notebooks. My current method is "not", and the more there is the harder it is to sort through and find a particular song, story, or fragment. I did at one point have the habit of writing things in short text files and sticking them across my desktop like post-it notes, but I somehow managed to lose 2 of my favourite songs that way. I managed to remember one of those, but of the other there is to this day a crucial verse missing that I just can't seem to replace. The song was called "don't want to be saved", or something, I'm not usually big on names, and it started thus:
So my wrists had a fight with a razor
what business is it of yours?
-and continued in a suitably cheery tone.
I have actually done something constructive musically today, which was to add a few lines to a song I've been chipping away at for quite a while. The song is currently entitled "a sixteen year old goth in a country town, weeping". It's one with characters, and I can see them in my head. I can see what a clip would look like, telling the story with visuals as well as sound and words. Pity no one else will ever see it.
What a long post. I sure can spout some crap.
I just saw Johnny Cash covering NiN's "Hurt" on rage. It was awesome.
