You read right, get drunk if I want to.
I'm even smokin, blunt too....
If I make post that are just totally non comperehensible. I apologize now. I'm cracking open handle of JD as of by the time this journal is up. Two of my close friends are headed here now. An we getting our drink on in my hotel room! Wahooo!
Mood: Getting hammerz! Music: None yet :( but it's on it way
I noticed I'm gaining about one subscriber every 2-3 days on my YouTube channel. I think I know why people are singing up, lol. I have the video below as my main video for the channel on my page. I'm certain people are singing up so they can randomly check back to see how my "one million views" thing...is coming along. I know most people are only signing up because they know I'll fail at it and want to be there to see it happen. I'm optimistic, I try to be anyway. If you're on YouTube and don't mind, drop by the video and give it a 'Like'/thumbs-up, please. It'll help its standing. Also, if you keep a VF journal and would like to help, it would be appreciated if you posted the video in there.
Musical composition to hear a 1000 times over - 1.Death Euphoria 2. Mirror Mirror 3. Sinners, 8. Last breath
Last July 13th I was introduced to the Uk's 3rd Luna Reign album entitled " Our Glorious Dead " through the Gothic World Records record label. In Luna Reign impeccable sounds move between the boundaries of rock and post-punk into a musical composition style which clearly shows that more U.S. European influences in their conceptual roots, readers of music lovers, Lux Atenea Webzine 10, will enjoy extraordinary issues where passionate melody almost reaches the level of interpretive virtuosity on the electric guitar, offering a seamless musical obscura definition with ominously gothic instrumental textures. A visually distinctive musical style, defined by a sacral cover image, created in absolute harmony with the audio content of this magnificent album. Therefore, from the outset with the extraordinary song "Death Euphoria" you will be impressed with the quality of interpretation treasured by this musical genius, whose talents continue to stimulate our nineteenth-centuary spirit of romanticism in the wonderful song "Mirror Mirror", whose spooky passages offer us that enhanced dark background with expertise in instrumental structure. Optimal melodic developments are continued into the powerful song "Sinners" that is exquisitely refined with this clever
recreation and delicate sound processing, to stimulate our senses to a higher level of sensitivity and pleasant, after the transition stage musical set to "Home, Sweet Home" , lead us to enjoy the fullest song "Black Light". In the song " So Cold ", musical intensity and melodic charm will melt in the fire magnum of artistic creation until, in "Beyond The Waves", the fiery feeds on the most sensitive inspired by a melodic dynamism where sound leadership guitar remains the conceptual thread that binds us to the more notable rendition of "Last Breath", one of the musical gems of this album. After hearing repeated the previous item, then click "Fade" we will dive into another ethereal dimension where textures again highlight the high quality of this song, ending in the last issue of this album "Until The End" as end of a glowing sunset sonic experimentation as a structural base composition. "Our Glorious Dead", is a conceptual evolution of the post-punk and eclectic fusion of European and American musical styles within this scene. Enjoy it! and order it now!
I started this song 4 days ago. Well, maybe five. I'm not really sure.
I laid down the bass, the drums, and the bouzouki on one night, and had a couple of little guitar riffs I was playing with to go along with it all when a windows crashed and corrupted the guitar tracks. So I held off on the guitar tracks. I decided to do vocal tracks instead. So, the next night I laid down a few vocal tracks.
The next night, Nucle Nernie came by and took me to eat hot wings, play trivia, and drink pitchers of beer. After the festivities at the Hot Wing cafe, Nuncle Nernie, Cousin Todd, and I retired to the locale of El Nopal on Old National Highway- where Nuncle Nernesto is a pal to Lupe, the owner.
Many super-enhanced Texas Margaritas followed. And Lupe was giving us shots of the best stuff in the house from time to time.
From what I understand, two big black guys carried me and Cousin Todd out to the vehicle- which Nuncle Nernesto had thoughtfully pulled around to the front door to make it easy on everybody to get us in the car and on our way home to our hangovers.
I don't remember much after except blue lights flashing on School Road between us and Todd's house due to a wreck, and Nuncle Nernie turned around and just took us both to my house.
I understand there were difficulties getting me into the house, and I slipped in some mud and fell in the yard, and it took my compadres many minutes to get up first up to my knees, then to my feet and to the front door.
The neighbors were quite amused, as Ailene told me this morning. This morning being the first time I've been fit for human companionship and/or consumption since laying for 4 hours in the floor at the foot of the couch Cousin Todd was sleeping on- fully awake, aware of my drunken state, yet like a tortoise unable to roll one way or the other to right myself into a position where I could use my knees, hands, elbows, etc. to move my intoxicated body across the floor to the bathroom, because I had to pee.
I was unable to do this until 7 or 8 AM and the sun was shining irritatingly into my hung-over and throbbing head. But I did make it to pee.
I did not pee on the floor.
I stood on my knees and peed into the toilet. After resting a few minutes, and considering what my abused body was telling me, I was able to drag myself up onto the seat of the toilet, and relieve my bowels as well. After a bit of sitting there, and waiting for a bit more strength to return, I was able to wipe my ass and stand, take off all my clothes, put on clean underwear and stuff, and crawl into my bed to suffer silently until Cousin Todd and Cousin Steve tried to get me up to go eat breakfast at Tim's buffet- it being Saturday, and Tim's breakfast buffet something I rarely refuse.
But refuse I did at this point in time. I only wanted the world and the people talking in it to go away so I could lay down in my bed, turn on magic fingers and sleep at least fitfully through the day.
Alcohol, however much a depressant it may be, is a lousy sedative. So I only slept fitfully through the day. I got up at around 8:00 PM and fixed me a ham sandwich- with pepper, mustard, and mayo. I also fixed a glass of chocolate milk and ate a couple of antacid chewables.
Then I took my blood pressure medicine, and I figured time enough had passed so I could take my prescribed sedatives (a kolonopin and an ambien), and perhaps actually get the deep sleep my body so desperately craved. I also took a couple of PM pain killers for the headache, and 3mg melatonin, and a couple of over-the-counter sleep aids.
I slept quite well after that, and woke up feeling near human after I ate the remnants of an order of General Tso's chicken either my mother of my aunt had disliked and put in a doggie bag for me the other day.
Then I diddled more on the vocals to this song, and really got a groove I liked.
Nuncle Nernie came and got me at four, and we went and ate my sister Crystals homemade Brunswick stew (oh, yes. It is good as you'll ever find!) and some pulled pork sandwiches with dill pickles, slaw, and potato chips. It was a mighty healing meal.
With walnut brownies with 2 scoops of ice cream over them for dessert.
So when I got home tonight, I was happy, and felt well in body and soul- so I returned to the music room and compiled this little offering.
I decided I liked the minimalist sound with just the drum track, the bouzouki, and the bass behind my voice- though I think I might do them over a few more times tomorrow when I can sing louder than the middle of the night.
I hope you enjoy it as well as I did doing it.
Alright, so in the next few weeks, my makeup artist buddy is wanting to do some more work on me, the theatrical looks and he is wanting me to send him ideas of looks to create. I had a few ideas, but flip flopping on them...maybe it's the rum but possibly something future native style...? Maybe a recreation of a post apocalyptic character look....an inspiration from an artist? ...circus theme..? I dunno..I even thought Alice in Wonderland, but, it's been done a lot...hmm I'll be thinking a bit..
Have an idea? Throw it at me..maybe if I think of a few things, or get some good ideas, I'll start a poll for the look we go for
Goodnight mother nature is fucked with any more painkillers or sacrifice themselves ruthelessly into our government to try to let all of Downward Spiral & The Spooky Kids because I have sauces on VAMPIREFREAKS PERVERTED FUCK LOL.
Somebody out there who just wants to chat? Don't matter the subject I'm game for anything. I'm in a fairly fucking good mood and feel like verbally vomitting everywhere. Lol! God that sounded bad huh? Oh well hit a bitch up!
working on revamping my profile ive deleted alot of old pics and added a new one i still need help with a background if anyone can help me id really appreciate it i really want this image as my background in the center
Laying on the floor, spinning in a dream.
Caught in a spider's web, ripping at the seam.
Smiles fade to darkness, as the light begins to gleam.
Translusante figures dance, as they let out a scream.
Whispers always wonder, waiting to be heard.
Distance travels yonder, without a sudden word.
Worlds collapse together, tainting all a board.
Hands that try to reach out, slipping down the cord.
Heavy hearts give into madness, as a soul just slips away.
Children play in the grass, as night turns to day.
Laughter fills an emptiness, when colors fall to gray.
Everything is silent, when there is to all but play.
Intrapped by the freedom.
Enslaved by the fee.
A gift of life is costly.
An blood is just a spree.
Laying on the floor, spinning in a dream.
Looking in a mirror, there's only you, and me...