Yes, this blog was created to rub it in your face. On the other hand, I wanted to create something that I could remember the show by. One of the greatest things about the internet today is the speed at which we can share information. After I got back from one of the greatest shows on earth, suck it Ringling Bros., I thought I would only have memories of Thom Yorke. Luckily, I turned out to be wrong. Someone from the show had already posted videos on YouTube from that same show. Another person had posted the setlist. I love that I'll be able to take away a few more memories from a great show. Anyways, I figured I'd share my booty with all of you (anyone who laughs is a communist).
All I Need
Jigsaw Falling into Place
Airbag
15 Step
Nude
Kid A
Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
The Gloaming
You and Whose Army?
Idioteque
Faust Arp
Videotape
Everything in its Right Place
Reckoner
Optimistic
Bangers & Mash
Bodysnatchers
Encore 1
Exit Music (for a film)
Myxomatosis
My Iron Lung
There There
Fake Plastic Trees
Encore 2
Pyramid Song
House of Cards
Paranoid Android
Yes, that's right they are doing 2 encores, totaling 25 songs. The show was over 2 hours. Thom barely spoke, so it was music. When Thom did speak, I couldn't understand him, very heavy accent. You may notice that many of the songs were from In Rainbows, which OK with me, this new album is one of my favs. They played a good mix from everything else except for Pablo Honey. I won't talk too much about the lighting but the videos show the very nice screen behind pipes hanging from the rafters. It was all unique and highly entertaining. I'm willing to say this show tops seeing Parliament and George Clinton in Deadwood, which is saying something.
Here's the videos. no particular order "Paranoid Android"
"Airbag"
"Fake Plastic Trees"
"My Iron Lung"
"Videotape"
"Everything in It's Right Place"
"Faust Arp"
"Weird Fishes/Arpeggi"
"Myxomatosis"
"All I Need" - one of my favorite songs
"Bodysnatchers"
"Pyramid Song"
"15 Step"
There are more, but I'm tired and I have to drive back to Rapid now.
Those Bitches Tried to Cheat Me...
Current mood: content
Category: Music
Wikipedia. We have a love-hate relationship. I hate it because it screws up my research for school. Ever notice how the top search for any subject is wikipedia? (at least on google) That's because every spoiled kid today cops out and uses wikipedia as "research". On the over hand, I love it because I have found more music there than from all other sources combined.
For example, today I searched for one of my favorite bands, Breaking Pangaea. I knew they had broken up but I like to check up on them. Whilst reading through their info I found out that the lead singer and guitarist for "Breaking" played with Taking Back Sunday on their album, "Louder Now." Good for him, I thought. "Breaking" was great, but it never attained much success. Then I found that he left TBS to pursue his own project, The Color Fred. I just started listening to it, but so far, color me impressed.
I then navigated back to "Breaking's" entry. Upon further purusing I found their drummer went on to form Straylight Run with former members of TBS. This turned out to be another great band that are on my SoulSeek wishlist. And this is just one example of how starting with a band on wikipedia can open up a new world of music.
Still another example, albeit a little older, came when I was locating a band that I had lost touch with several years ago. This band, graciously shown to me by none other than The Velour Fog, was the Dismemberment Plan. I learned they bisbanded and combined with former members of the Promise Ring to form Maritime. Recently, I've listened to most of Maritime's music and it makes me gay (in a happy and nonderogatory way).
I'm sure there are many more examples, but I'll save that for another great blog.
I should also mention that iTunes has been an essential tool as well, it provides me with instant clips of these bands. If I like the clip, I get the full version.
So stayed tuned for more great musings from yours truly.
Currently
listening
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Bend to Break
By
The Color Fred
Release date: 30 October, 2007
That’s right I’m into Kabbalah now....
Current mood: optimistic
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Now that I've got your attention (and used one of the world's oldest jokes), I'd actually like to take a minute and discuss something that will likely piss off most people that I know. Before I continue I think it's important to emphasis that I am in no way abandoning my belief in God. However, over the course of my life my views have continued to evolve, as they should. I've always had an interest in science and I have been actively pursuing that interest for the last 4 years. I will graduate this May with an Interdisciplinary Sciences degree and a minor in Geology. I have a diversified background in most of the earth sciences. Over the years I've often found myself conflicted by the science that I've seen and the God that I know. I have lived with the thought that if I believe in scientific fact then I am forsaking God and if I am to believe in God then I should find science ridiculous and only for heathens. After struggling with this for these last few years I am more confused then ever but I now know that I am not alone in this. The status qou for me has been trying to decide between 2 ends of the spectrum and I've been doing that (seemingly) alone. However, over the last couple of weeks I've been doing some research and/or thinking. I've come to find out that there are a lot of people who are very scientifically learned that hold very deep religious belief's and it's been great. I've really enjoyed ready some of the deeply profound thoughts on these subjects. Scientists usually stay away from spiritual issues because it can't be measure or studied in any traditional way and for many years religion has stood in the way of objective scientific measurement. On the other hand, religion (in my experience) has often tried to stay clear of sound science. Preferring to chalk everything up to God's infinite power (which I am not ridiculing). I am not making fun of anybody that believes in either of these in anyway. Instead I'm asking for other people's view. If you want to respond, keep it polite and constructive. What would really help me, is not links to articles trying to disprove theories but rather articles discussing the balance of science and theology. I don't want anybody to think the way I do because that's dumb. My hope is for a great discussion that edifies not just me but anybody who maybe stuck in the same place that I am. I hope that didn't make anybody mad, I'm lookin at you God boy. (I'll proofread this later.)
In order to properly prepare our hearts and souls for the upcoming release of the first of FOUR Futurama movies I will be doing special things (not sexual perverts) to my myspace. I am not a 100% sure of what that means. This beast is bigger then all of us could ever comprehend but I do know that I will be featuring a Futurama quote as my headline and will update that as time permits. I'm also thinking some sort of party the day it's released. I could not be cooler.
I thought I'd write a quick blog to say thanks to everyone that was thinking and praying for me for my LSAT (Law School Admissions Test). It was great to know that I had so many people behind me and encouraging me. Everything really helped and I was able to get the score that I needed(I think). Thanks again.
Myspace sucks now. I used to be able to peruse people's profiles and snoop and look at their retarded pics. But now everyone's profile is set to private. What's up with that? I've shown a blatant disregard for the security of my personal information and I expect everyone, excluding minors, to do the same. Boobs.(I wonder if that will make this blog get more hits.)
Just some thoughts
Current mood: content
Category: Friends
I've been struggling this last year with a lot of thoughts. I suppose they're the same thoughts most people go through at one point of their life. I haven't been doubting my faith, just the way it's played out. I've been going through a lot of changes and most of them have been sparked by the deaths of 3 people close to me. They all happened within the last year and before these deaths I'd never had anyone very close to me die. Jon was a great man who I will always look for at First Christian. Mike was an amazing guy and I will always feel regret for not getting to know him better. My grandfather was the best grandpa ever and I take comfort in the fact that my last memory of him was a time that he and I connected. I'm not really in a sad mood. I'm just spurred by these deaths to spread something of my thoughts.
I am including a story that I never thought I'd release. I'm not ashamed. I'm only hesitant because I don't care what people think of the story itself. It's really not that good. I wrote it because I needed an outlet to sort through my thoughts. I wish it was better but the truth is I don't care for writing anything creative. Much like Hemingway or Capote I labor over the exact phrasing in an attempt to get it just right. I usually just end up destorying the beauty of the original thought by being a perfectionist. (In fact I had to rewrite that last sentence 5 times.)If you want to comment that's OK. Just know that I'd rather talk about changes in your world view or something that is salient in your life.
If Another Angel
He kicked the grass that had held his grandfather's blood. It was like an out-of-body experience. He never wanted to see this place but his imagination had pulled him there. Drawn him. As if called by a siren. He was looking for context. Something that would put an end to the dreams. To the nightmares. Maybe he wouldn't have to replay the scene in his mind.
"I have the letters back at the hotel." his father said.
"I don't want to read them." This wasn't true. He wanted to read them very much but he knew they would only confirm the death. He had been to funerals before and had always hated seeing the bodies lying on their white pillows. Seeing them broke down any remaining doubt that a loved one had truly moved on and would not be back. Of course the casket would have to remain closed and the letters would now shoulder this responsibility.
He had dreamed about the event. Blood smeared on the wall like a Pollock. Why was this so hard to take in. After all, the cancer was taking over and self-inflicted euthanasia was not new. But was it painless? Physically painless? This wasn't really the question.
Was it emotionally painless?
"I can't figure out why he did it here. At this time." his father said.
They looked out across the open field to the high school. Football players were spread out in the usual grid jumping up and down in unison. Students were leaving. Everybody was oblivious to the pain. Hadn't they heard the gun that day? Everything was following the status quo. They didn't understand the man that was lost.
I looked out over the items on the counter. We were home now and the funeral seemed like a whisper of a memory. It had only been two weeks but my soul had rejoined my body now and things had sped up. I was looking at objects. Trying to pick out something that would sum up my grandfather's life. This was stupid. How could one object hold a man's life? My eyes scanned the items. The smell of smoke wafted up and I was taken back to another time. I could see my grandfather. Sitting at the square table, swiveling slowly in that chair. He always perched himself at this table, legs crossed, a cigarette resting between his fingers. Even ten years ago, he looked rough from years of smoking. His teeth stained the yellow that has become a clich... I poured myself a box of Frosted Flakes.
"So how's it going Wes?" "Good." There was a pause as he studied me. "How's school?" I shrugged. "You got a girlfriend yet?" "No." This was silly, I was only 10. I finished my bowl of cereal and pushed myself away from the table. I looked out of the window at Misty. She was pacing back and forth in her kennel. My eyes drifted over to the driveway where his blue Toyota sat parked. He loved this truck. He would spend hours meticulously cleaning every component. Seeing it in the driveway was odd. He normally kept it in the garage away from sunlight and rain. This truck would be immaculate the day he died. "Can I have your truck when you die?" Most people would be mortified at a such a question but it was an ongoing joke between the grandkids. "Nope. Your sister already called it, ask her." This was always the answer.
I snapped back and looked over my grandfather's belongings. He had driven a milk truck for 35 years. There were small toy semi-trucks bearing the brand of the company. I picked up a small pin. "10 Years". This small metal pin represented ten years of this man's life. Is this what a life comes down to? Or are we equal to more then the sum of our parts?
Gambling. The last memory I have of my grandfather. Some people call it immoral. I didn't care. "So how's it going Wes?" This led off into a discussion about my wife, child and school. "If you want to wait here I'll walk over and bring the car to you." "Nah, it's too cold Wes. I'm sure it will be back any minute now." The bus had just been there and I knew it would take another half hour. "I really don't mind, the rain doesn't bother me." "Just stay here, we'll go inside and gamble a little more." Neither of us moved.
Standing there in front of my grandfather's possessions I began to fit the pieces of my memorys together. I remember my own father telling me that when his parents went through their divorce his dad had sold their home and purchased two small trailers within walking distance of one another. I remember the fond stories my father told me about his dad and I began to understand my grandfather's epitaph. I began to have an understanding of what my grandfather really meant and, in return, of what my life meant. This is his whole.
"A good husband. A good father. Moved on to the next level."
http://www.savedarfur.org/content Maybe some of you know about this region, maybe I'm the only one who is just now becoming aware but I think it's worth checking out. As followers of Christ our hearts should be breaking because of suffering like this, driving us to help the least of these.
content
optimistic
jubilant
grateful
ditzy
distressed
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