Trippy

When it comes to Massive Attack, sexual attraction to music stops being an anomaly. These people are from a different paralel sexy dimension. And the music is just pure kinky magic. Check for yourself. Trippeeeehhh.

I heart Massive Attack. That's a fact. As much of a fact as summer oficially ending exactly 31 minutes ago, and I'm not feeling inspired enough for a proper post. *Sigh*

And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be

Today, in celebration of the fact that I went and got a new hair-do that makes me look like a little anarchist, being the fearless BAMF I am (hahaha.), I should talk about one of the greatest albums the human kind has known up to till now, Green Day's American Idiot. I don't care what the general opinion on Green Day is, I've loved them ever since I was a 7th grader who's first heard the term "nonconformist" and thought she'd found the very meaning of life. Haha, good days. I'm not even that much of a punk listener, but for releasing American Idiot, I'm going to love Green Day forever.

Anyway, these guys put riot and youth into lyrics, then into guitar riffs, then into several proper LPs over the years. As much of a punk-rock group who's poster is up on every teenager's wall who dreams of running away from home and start their life over they might be, the social and political issues covered on American Idiot, they had quite some guts to record that. Green Day have this amazing ability to turn every track of theirs into an anthem. All of the 13 tracks on American Idiot put together follow the same storyline, the life of a character simply portrayed as the "Jesus of Suburbia", the anti-hero, as they called him, a punk who loathes the society he lives in, so he struggles between following his own path and terribilist self-destruction with "a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin". Jesus of Suburbia, (the 10 mins song and the video) tells the story pretty well. It will forever be one of my favourite songs, I know the lyrics by heart, I know every single musical note in there, knowing I've lost countless hours of my life listening to this again and again and again over the years.

Basically, long personal emotional view on this album short, I wish the life I'm gonna live will be worth for Green Day to write an album just as great as this one based on it.

September chills

Autumn is the time of the year when I turn into a potato. An anxious and depressed potato. I hate it, and even worse, the last few years didn't exactly provide me with happy memories linked to this time of the year, just a bunch of happenings that now cause a mess of mixed feelings, so by "autumn" I understand "3 months of daily anxiety, possibly depression and mood swings from negative to slightly less negative or far more negative than a few minutes ago". And what's worse, winter follows, which is pretty much the same thing, just that by December I'd have already gotten used to my new bleached self. So I might aswell just walk around with a sign around my neck that says "Servers down till March 01. Wait, make that April 01".

I just hope this year is going to be the last, since next year's going to be my senior year and we're all going to be cherishing every single moment from September to June, and then I'm off to a completely new nice city where autumn won't seem so depressing. Hopefully.

Done with the personal inshight now, what I'm trying to say is that I should start working on a anti-depressant playlist. Thrash metal and grunge could work pretty well. Metallica(they're omnipresent though, with at least half of the discography), Alice in Chains, Sepultura, Soundgarden, Nirvana. Some people lift their spirits with dancy upbeat music, for me, though, anything that sounds like this or like this works like a charm. For the 4 ongoing minutes at least. The kind of music you can just not give a single flying F about anything happening outside your music player while listening to it.

Heh, especially when listening to Nirvana. What I love about their music is that that it somehow gives away the fact that the band members were each lost in their own mind, completely ripped from the outer world when writing and later recording their songs. By that I mean completely F-ed up after smoking tons of pot and inhaling piles of magical fairy dust (cocaine).

Oh, Kurt, my necrophiliac love.

I should also look concerts and events happening in the next few months, and hopefully, get to some of them too. In flames @Bucharest, October 1st. Amorphis @Oldies Pub, Sibiu, November 8th. Oh my god. I demand tickets to be materialised out of thin air right now.

(Speaking of events, the internet is already full of pictures and articles on how awesome Peninsula is so far. Very funny, internet. Very funny. -___-)

Friday-1, I'm in love

Roses are red, violets are blue, the Cure are lovely, and I'm an ignorant.

I only knew them from Misfits' soundtrack, but today it just hit me out of the blue that I want to listen to The Cure. So I did. All day so far. I'm sorry, office mates.

Why were they not on my list of great bands before? I do not know.

For a full bio go here, I hit the exit button pretty quick though, I'm going to take the time to go through all the "technical" details some other time, for now I'm just going to ignorantly enjoy their music after haven't had done so till today. "Lullaby", "The Lovecats", "A Forest", here, in case anyone wants to listen to alternative rock slightly goth rock at times with post-punk influences and turning pop sometimes, depending on which phase of The Cure the song was released in. Lullaby is my personal favourite so far. And look at their wicked album artworks.

I want to host a tea party where everyone wears ripped clothes and dark make-up, sips tea out of tiny teacups with flowers on them and talks about life beyond death and obscure old records and books, all while listening to The Cure. Which would be quite eerie.

Up all night to celebrate the day

Blink 182 is such a cute band. And this is the first new song released in, what, 8 years? Something like that. Upcoming album on September 27th, yaay. These guys are the only pop-punk(or whatever their genre really is) band left in my playlist. They're good. The kinda band that makes you think "Wow, this is awesome, I shouldn't be wasting time listetning to these dudes and I should go out and party and travel see places and meet people and develop crushes on cute strangers like their music suggests, but these guys sound so good, I'm gonna stay here and listen to them instead." Hehe.

Fingers crossed

Peninsula, Y U NO HAVE TICKETS FOR ME.
It's Monday, I'm @my summer job, it's hot out, I want to go home and sleep in my underwear for the rest of the day. Haha. This really cute guy just came in to pay his bill, so I had to stop silly-dancing on the chair behind my desk to the random blues song playing on the radio and act like a functionable human being. And not giggle. And awkwardly hand the dude his change in coins, then watch him as he awkwardly tried not to drop all that on the way to his pocket. Haha.

Apart from the lovely blues song on the radio, that had nothing to do with music whatsoever.

I've been listening to City fm since I got to work, so today I do not take interest in any particular band/genre/artist/album/song. Argh, I feel lazy. No inspiration left after writing an album review for Within Temptation's The heart of Everything, something I was listening to about two and a half years ago, but not anymore.

I did pause City fm, afterall, in order to listen to The Heart of Everything again, so I could write my review, submit it online and enter a competition to win Peninsula tickets.

...and I don't even like Within Temptation that much. But hey, tickets to see Kasabian, Suie Paparude, Dub FX, Chase&Status ? Oh my, I say, count me in.

And now we wait. Fingers crossed.

Off to be a flawless employee again.

Jr. Gong

Look at these photos.

Not really a dancehall listener, but some of Damian Marley's songs sound as if they've been delivered straight from Zion.

It was written, Welcome to Jamrock, There for you

Jamaica, Jamaicaaa, oh.