Futile Horn

06.15.2003 - 7:19 am (rise of the cockroach)

Goddamn it, I can't go anywhere with all the rain. Thunderstorms out of nowhere in the middle of day. Is it paranoia to think this is the water from the pieces of the ice cap that broke off last year? I'm pretty paranoid, as my dreams have a way of showing. The other night I had a dream that bothered me a lot, even more than the swimming in a tub of human blood and viscera one. I'm not even going to bring it to my dream interpreter friend. It's pretty clean to me what it means.

I saw This is Spinal Tap the other night on DVD. I could have sworn there was a scene where the band is shown their new video and they start to cry. For a song called "Bitch School," I think. Anyway, it wasn't in what I saw the other night. Perhaps "Special Edition" means they cut stuff out.

Richard Thompson is on the radio. He's worth stealing from. I think they played this interview a few days ago, but that's all right. They played his new CD on Thursday, but I only caught the last two songs. If I could remember the name of it, I'd plug it here.

The new Metallica, by the way, is miserable. Miserable! Like a bad high school garage band. To be honest I can't say enough bad things about Metallica. In my personal opinion, I hate the term "sell out" because it gets undeservingly thrown at anything and everything that attempts to go in any new direction that doesn't please. Aside from that, you can't expect every musician to have the moral mettle to stand up against the demands of the monolithic evil of the music industry. That being said, Metallica sold out.

Their old stuff is crap too.

I'm trying to put together a list of 8 to 10 songs that I could play for strangers without them throwing stones at me. Of the 20 or so I've written, I like to think I might have four, but one doesn't really belong in the same set as the other three. In addition, I might have one or two more which, if other four go over really well, might fill out the middle a bit and not completely wear away any and all goodwill from the first. The problem with these is that there is hardly an upbeat song in the bunch, and most of my upbeat songs are kind of puerile.

Maybe Eugene would help me choose some songs. He's one of the few people I think I could get an honest opinion out of. Plus he might be more inclined to help if I let him play with me. I might shit my pants less if someone were with me.

Part of me almost hopes the sea is rising. Then I would have to move.

I hate vermin.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn