Musix

Hi. So I'm back to write a new blog. I haven't had much time to post shit up, but now I do.

So today I composed a great riff on my guitar. I feel really good.
And it makes me wonder... So how do we compose music? how is it that small sounds can bring up so many emotions and so many feelings? and most impressive of all, how can people actually convey these things through sound, without the use of languages?

I guess that music is the language of emotion... I love making music. I feel like I'm exploring my own mind. You should try to do it. Pick a guitar up, think of a riff and don't stop 'till you find that sound in the guitar! It's an amazing feeling.

But I'll rant about one thing: Commercialism. It makes me SICK! I think that artists that use music to express dull feelings, or petty acts of egoism, like modern rap, just suck! There are very few rap artists that DON'T talk aobut how they get hoes, or how they wan to f*ck a girl or how they are having a blast about some party. It's a waste of riffs, a waste of talent, and a waste of my time! You can talk about so many things, so many emotions, but you prefer to say how good you are? Fuck you! Then there's modern pop artist who think that they're the gods of their generation! Bieber said he is the Kurt Cobain of this generation. FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE PIPSQUEAK!

I'll be damned if that's true! You're just like those damn rappers! No versatility! A total waste of music!.

Some say metal is just noise. Read the lyrics people. A lot of metal artists have music maturity and a soul! And they don't care about how many fans they have! They do it because they truly know the meaning of music. And not just metal.. there's jazz, there's grunge, and so many other genres and artists that reflect true musicianship!

And to think you can explore every little feeling and perspective that's living in your brain and turn it to something pleasing and epic... Go nuts people.. wirte the stupidest thing ever, than the most saddest thing ever, then the most corny thing ever, then write the most rebellious, hateful, sick, political, nerdy, etc... music ever! Just don't get stuck on a topic! Go free and fuck the money!

Music is not meant to sell! I rather see a poor ugly musician with original composition and constantly challenging himself, than to see some rich bastard thinking of the next best sound to cram in our heads!

Passion

Dear meat heads

I have been burning my brain because of something and now you're going to hear it! I am in college for 3 weeks now (4 actually) and I am still clueless to what I should choose as a course... In 4 days TIME the third phase of course applications will begin (it's the last call). I am currently in the Artistic Studies course, and seriously: I am not liking it so much -.- Some classes are cool... but overall all you do is learn history AND I HATE HISTORY...

I guess that I lack passion.... Passion seems to be the thing that drives human beings to work and to pursue dreams... I am scared shtiless because I can't find mine x(

So I am thinking of choosing another course... that is: Modern Languages

Basically you learn about two languages of your choice, including literature of their respective countries... This is cool because I love the English language and Brittish costums. I find myself (most of the time) thinking in English and I rarely write anything in Portuguese.

Now, the catch-22 of this is that Modern Languages course is easier for me, so my father dreads it and thinks that I am only interested in it because he knows that I kick-ass at English, and therefore, I am choosing the easy road -.- He prefers that I choose Journalism... Or that I stay in Artistic Studies.

I don't disagree with him. I am lazy. I don't like to read much... But I think that we should give things their due time... By this I mean that perhaps I have still a lot to grow... maybe in the near future I will take interest in exploring the History of Art... and maybe I'll develop reading habits! But until then... well I think I rather choose a road that I know that I would enjoy, instead of gambling it with Journalism or "torturing" myself with interesting and somewhat boring matters of Art History.

I know I consider myself an artist, but that doesn't mean I have to live out of it to be happy. :) (Artistic Studies could grant me a chance to be a musical producer, which would be really nice...)

The World is a Work of Art

I am seeing the world....

And I can't stop thinking...

have you ever seen the world?

But like really SEE the world?

Nature

The air

Everything....

It's like a huge work of art

A song composed

A painting coming to life and completing itself, on and on, every second, the art evolves and revolves and yet it's still the same, because all of it is the art it was meant to be....

I am not a religious person... I, mean, I don't believe in the Bible's God... But I believe that we were painted.. not created... We are all a work of art...

Us

The animals

Nature

THe Universe!

It is all a masterpiece!

...My God is the painter

...We should make him proud... by being proud of ourselves.. that is the way that the art flows... showing it's true beauty with no restrains..., but with the adequate frame...

That is my philosophy!

--I'm a dreamer

Double A

God knows I'm tired

I hate those days when you are sad and down, but you don't want to show it to anyone because they seem so happy or so unready to hear someone's lament so you basically shut up and go to bed all bored and screwed... and you hope to fall asleep and forget about it but you wake up in the morning and you remember that the day before you went to sleep all upset and shit...

Well luckily that day is a new day so you are bound to find somebody to talk to...
Or you just forget about it...

But yet... I feel a bit down and I want to tell someone, but I feel like nobody deserves to hear this.
I mean it's my grudge, why should I bitch about it to anyone?

Sure that's what friends are for.. but well if it isn't much of a problem.. I mean, if it is dead serious then SPEAK UP, but... sometimes I feel I'm so lazy, I don't even want to share my thoughts...

but screw it you do what you want...

I am just picturing... what if people could see everyone's status just by looking at them? Like, what if facebook was reality?

And people could send other people messages, telepathically...

There wouldn't be much rooom for lying... and we would probably get bored easily with this system.. But I just don't want to tell my problem to anyone..

So there! Live with the curiosity of what bothers me, and bathe in the shityness of this blog!

Hope is to die for?

I felt I had something to say so here it goes..

HOPE..

One hell of thing (pun intended)

We grab on to it. We hang on and never let go. We (the living) are always hoping for something. Something More.Hope lives on dreams. Impossibilities that we covet. It lives on our fight against the grueling current of Fate. We hope to change it's flow...

So Hope is like the strength of the soul.
The body has Muscles, and soul has hope.
Hope is our very own superpower that can drive us to do anything, and all we need is a dream! ...and a whole fucking lot of patience and preserverance...

Although, I learned today that before hope... you need Passion...

A story

This is something I wrote out of the blue....

Actually this is something I am about to write with no planning what so ever!

I feel like making a story... but with no 'pre-thought'... no plot, no clue of the personality of my characters... I am inventing all of this as I write... It's like a band performing a jam... But instead of music, I am using words and my inventive mind...

Here it goes:

One day in the city, little John Pewlett was strolling down the same old road. His head was facing the ground and he seemed a bit melancholic... He went along the side walk, untill he reached the crossroads...

He always turned backward at this point... It was the limit of his usual walk, he never wanted to chang course, or know another path... Unlike his grnadfather, who loves to travel to new places and know everything about this world , Johnny Pewlett seemed like he never wanted to change his routine...

Today, however, he was feeling anxious... He stopped at the crossroads, as usual... but he didn't turn back... he just walked 'till the very center of the cross and sat... Right above a sewer plate....

I guess that now my previous pespective about his feelings was wrong... He didn't seem so melancholic... he seemed... more... pensive... He was debating something in his mind...

Suddenly he took of the sewer plate and went down the ladder... I was alarmed, I have never seen him do something like that... I wanted to investigate... I put up my "Closed" sign in my Newspaper stand... (I hope that that brat Emanuel won't go there steal magazines again... I am so sick of that boy...)

So I followed Pewlett down to the sewers... The stench was unbareable... After 10 minutes of walking silently behind Johnny, I saw him climbing a ladder... I was in awe...

I yelled: "Wait! Johnny!" He had already surfaced.... When I came up the hole I recognized the area... It was the city's slums... How could have little Johnny Pewlett have come here? Why did he come here? He always said that he hated the slums... he always seemed so afraid...

He helped me stand up.

"Why did you come here Johnny?"

"I was tired... tired of the same thing... I know that this doesn't sound like me... but I coulnd't stand walking that path again... But .. I never knew witch way to turn on those crossroads... So I came down here and randomly chose a ladder to go up... And now I am here on this dreadful place..."

"Calm down Johnny... Come on, I will accompany you home"

".... I don't want to go home... I want to be in another place... another reality... something so new, that not even my grandfather will be albe to travel to!... I just want to live in a place where there is just me and a whole new world..."

hmmm okay I guess I'm done.. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a story that I just improvised... Everything that popped in my head was immediately inserted... I hope you liked it :) Please remember: It was all IMPROVISED AT THE SECOND!

I'm peculiar

--Double A

A cup half empty, and a smile half-full :)

I know this is kinda lame, but ... I just wanted to talk about this sensation...

You know when you are relaxed, care-free, eating dinner, watching your favourite show (or another show that you dont like but helps you forget everything else) and you are sat down on the chair... savouring the 3rd slice of a vegetarian pizza (yeah, I like vegi-pizza xP) and you suddenly feel thirsty (i hate being thirsty..) .. and reach your hand to the cup .... and you grab it, and shake it to see if there's any water... and it's half full :) ?

The cup is half-full, HURRAY!! Just think about it: you dont have to leave your chair and your pizza to get more water, because the cup still has some :D

You don't need to lift yourself up, stop watching the show and get back to the boring reality, because you can simply reach the cup with your hand, and drink the water... refresh your mouth... and extend the joy of the moment...

This post was weird I know... :P

I'm strange

--Double A

The sound of birds

Peculiar... their singing makes me sleepy... but at the same time a bit angry... and tired...

Well first of all, I am writting this at 4 a.m. and I am dead tired, and I hear the birds outside , singing... and I can hardly sleep with them singing -.- this also means that the sun will rise soon and when the sun is up I can't sleep!

They also make me lazy... their songs are like a lullaby... but not to actually sleep.. more to bore you... but it's hipnotic... to me... it's like I am embraced by the chant.... but I can't rest because I feel to hear it until it ends! and I don't move because I wan't to hear it clearly! ... and I get tired because it's so long! and you just remember so many things when you hear them sing... It's like they are the voice of your past...

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Well they have stopped for now. ... Ah damn beasts... they me me feel jealous... they can fly and I am stuck here in the same old place.... If they get tired of something: SWOOSH! THERE THEY GO! off to new adventures and places!! Ahhh! If animals only had personality! If they could only realize how beautiful that their nature is! And how grateful they should be for having such unique characteristics!....

But imagine that... animals being rational... it would be the end of the world!! ANARCHY! It would even be more of a jungle than AMAZONIA itself!

...I still envy the birds though :(

The Mathematics of humanity

(On the pedestal: "Don't put garbage! Thank you!")

PEOPLE = SHIT!

The common reason for everybody feeling bad.

Yeah, it's true. Believe it. There's no way you can change it. That statement above is, in my point of view, correct!!

You, as a member of modern society, are bound to hurt someone one day. You may be as nice as Jesus, or as cool as Fonzie, but you will eventually hurt someone, and that someone will go to his/her room and sit in the corner, either filled with anger or tears.... geez what an EMO!

Well anyway, what I'm saying is that nobody is perfect. I think that everyone of us has a little sinner inside. (hehe). Everybody's a little bit prejudice, a little bit racist, a little bit jealus and so on and so on.... And some of us, like myself, sometimes notice that in our everyday arguments and imediately try to correct it with expressions like: "Ooops, did I say that?" and "Uh, sorry, I am dumb, I didn't mean to say that. I know it sounded really bad but I am not that kind of person..." To those people (and myself btw =P) THERE ARE NO KINDS OF PERSON, by this I mean that your are bound to feel somekind of denial for another ideal or lifestyle. The 7 sins are natural to us as social animals. Let's not change that, but let's put a lite restrain on it = Let's respect one another, and leave those "feelings" at home.

ANYWAY

Let's put it this way:

Humanity = Hope
Egocentrism = Humanity + God (because there are people who think they are god-like: the narcisists)
Society = Animality + (Humanity + God) + Humanity
People = Society + Humanity
People = Shit



I'm confusing
--Double A

Destiny. Play and See ^^

Do we make it? Or does it make you? Have our lines already been drawn by some supernatural-artist of biblical proportions? Or is it our hand that draws it?

It's not an issue that disturbs me much, but sometimes it comes to mind: "All that I do has already been foretold... Every action I take on my own free will has already been planned out...."

I discuss this within my inner Council of Egos xP.... It kinda makes me feel happy. I mean imagine, you're a guy that had a bad break in life... but now, after the struggle and the embrace of belief, you find yourself better than ever!... If it wasn't for your previous downfall you would have never been so happy! (because the greater happiness comes from the biggest depressions and turmoils)....

So, in a way, if you're feeling down someday, you can always find assurance in the fact that all will come to balance in time... that gives you strength and hope to actually twist the plot of your current misfortunes... ... That's gewd :)

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But, of course, one of my egos decided to break-in and say: "tschh! that argument is for pussies! --YOU MAKE YOUR OWN WAY! and you deal with your own consequences! Being dependent of fate is being weak! It should be YOURSELF that inspires you to move forward, and not your petty dependence to the concept of Universal balance!"

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ANYWAY (my catchphrase)

I guess all we can do is wait. Not just for the future to come along, but also for the present to affect your next step in life...

But I stand by my initial statement: Destiny is something already drawn... and all your emotional dischord will one day come to a peaceful state... where, afterwards, will be again filled in with chaos, to be cleansed be peace again... and so on, and so on.


I'm weird
--Double A