For future reference to anyone that knows me.
If it gets to the point where I am blasting Slayer through my stereo...you can tell that I am genuinely PISSED OFF!
You may now go back to your vapid, pompous shells of existence you self entitled, ignorant, spoiled infantile children.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I will unlock my door...and pass the Cemetary Gates.
Gone, but never forgotten. Six years to the day marking the passing of Dimebag Darrell. Probably one of the most influential guitarists in the world...period. Coinciding with the 30th anniversary of the death of John Lennon, the world is reminded that the music will never be the same.
It was all about Darrell today, from when I woke up I had Pantera blasting. I even had "cowboys from hell" blasting as my alarm. They say time heals all wounds but this is an event where a community is still at a loss. I just finished re-reading my post last year, marking the 5th year anniversary:
http://archaon012.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-came-to-rockand-rocked-like-no-other.html
Still the effects and loss are felt. Reading an article this morning summarized who he was as a man: an inspiration, a legend.
"To a person, everyone who came into contact with Dimebag Darrell as he made his way around the world several times over playing the music he loved was made to feel like an equal, like a friend. With Dime, there were no walls between the fans and the musicians, between crew and band. There was only kinship and a common love of music and having the best time humanly possible. Even those of us who never met the man felt like we knew him from watching the Pantera home videos and seeing him exude one hundred percent uninhibited enthusiasm on stage each and every night and completely unfiltered, boyish joy off stage when he partied with his brothers by blood and by metal, the hardest drinking band in the business, Pantera."
http://www.metalunderground.com/news/details.cfm?newsid=62909
It is only with this realization that it seems ironic, and unfortunate that a community is drawn together, and strengthened by loss. It is once again, that I say thank you Dimebage Darrell Lance Abbott for your music and the memories. RIP man...this blacktooth is for you!
GETCHA PULL!
It was all about Darrell today, from when I woke up I had Pantera blasting. I even had "cowboys from hell" blasting as my alarm. They say time heals all wounds but this is an event where a community is still at a loss. I just finished re-reading my post last year, marking the 5th year anniversary:
http://archaon012.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-came-to-rockand-rocked-like-no-other.html
Still the effects and loss are felt. Reading an article this morning summarized who he was as a man: an inspiration, a legend.
"To a person, everyone who came into contact with Dimebag Darrell as he made his way around the world several times over playing the music he loved was made to feel like an equal, like a friend. With Dime, there were no walls between the fans and the musicians, between crew and band. There was only kinship and a common love of music and having the best time humanly possible. Even those of us who never met the man felt like we knew him from watching the Pantera home videos and seeing him exude one hundred percent uninhibited enthusiasm on stage each and every night and completely unfiltered, boyish joy off stage when he partied with his brothers by blood and by metal, the hardest drinking band in the business, Pantera."
http://www.metalunderground.com/news/details.cfm?newsid=62909
It is only with this realization that it seems ironic, and unfortunate that a community is drawn together, and strengthened by loss. It is once again, that I say thank you Dimebage Darrell Lance Abbott for your music and the memories. RIP man...this blacktooth is for you!
GETCHA PULL!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
It Gets Better
So unless you've been hiding under a rock there has been an alarming increase in incidents of teen suicides all over North America, frankly I think any number above zero is alarming...but that's the world we live in. Kids are getting harassed simply over one thing...because they are being themselves. Regardless of why (orientation, race, social status, geek, nerd...etc), these people are being persecuted from some screwed up perception that they don't fit into the vast puzzle that society is today, and some people want to make it know that they're a defective piece in that puzzle, so to say. I have had my fair share of being bullied as a kid, and I tell you...it's no freaking walk in the park. I can't imagine though what the extreme cases are going through; but from personal experience, we have to look forward and really advocate that it does get better!
Yesterday I came across a song that fit so well into this message. From the band alter bridge, called "Watch Over You". I'm a huge fan of Myles Kennedy and Alter Bridge, the whole arrangement from the powerful vocals to the lyrics evoke such emotion that really made this song "click". So give it a listen.
Lyrics:
Leaves are on the ground
Fall has come
Blue skies turning grey
Like my love
I tried to carry you
And make you whole
But it was never enough
I must go
[Chorus:]
Who is gonna save you
When I'm gone?
And who'll watch over you
When I'm gone?
You say you care for me
But hide it well
How can you love someone
And not yourself?
[Chorus]
And when I'm gone
Who will break your fall?
Who will you blame?
I can't go on
And let you lose it all
It's more than I can take
Who'll ease your pain?
Ease your pain
[Chorus:]
Who is gonna save you
When I'm gone?
Who'll watch over you?
Who will give you strength
When you're not strong?
Who'll watch over you
When I've gone away?
Snow is on the ground
Winters come
You long to hear my voice
But I'm long gone
Yesterday I came across a song that fit so well into this message. From the band alter bridge, called "Watch Over You". I'm a huge fan of Myles Kennedy and Alter Bridge, the whole arrangement from the powerful vocals to the lyrics evoke such emotion that really made this song "click". So give it a listen.
Lyrics:
Leaves are on the ground
Fall has come
Blue skies turning grey
Like my love
I tried to carry you
And make you whole
But it was never enough
I must go
[Chorus:]
Who is gonna save you
When I'm gone?
And who'll watch over you
When I'm gone?
You say you care for me
But hide it well
How can you love someone
And not yourself?
[Chorus]
And when I'm gone
Who will break your fall?
Who will you blame?
I can't go on
And let you lose it all
It's more than I can take
Who'll ease your pain?
Ease your pain
[Chorus:]
Who is gonna save you
When I'm gone?
Who'll watch over you?
Who will give you strength
When you're not strong?
Who'll watch over you
When I've gone away?
Snow is on the ground
Winters come
You long to hear my voice
But I'm long gone
Monday, September 13, 2010
Random Wisedom
"Buying a Camera doesn't make you a photographer...it makes you a camera owner!" - Anon
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Rest In Peace Ronnie James Dio
With great sadness I was confronted with the news of the passing of the godfather of metal, Ronnie James Dio (July 10,1942- May 16, 2010), from stomach cancer. Known for his work with Black Sabbath (after Ozzy), Rainbow (with deep purple guitarist, Ritchie Blackmore), Elf, and his own band Dio. He is probably one of the most prolific artists of the rock and metal genres, known for his commanding vocals, lyrics and incredible stage presence. Also known for popularizing the ever so iconic "devil horns". I can keep droning on about the facts of his 6 decade spanning career, but these events register much deeper.
I had the very distinct pleasure of watching Dio reunite with black sabbath, creating Heaven and Hell, on their tour back in 2007. It was among one of my first metal concerts, along with my brother Matt, and friend Terri. Reading through news articles over the past day, that concert reaffirmed and highlighted exactly what other artists and friends said about Dio. He was probably one of th nicest guys ever, even in a packed stadium of thousands of people, he made everyone feel special, like he was talking and singing to each of us individually. He was a true musician, embodying what real music is, regardless of genre. He transcended the boundaries of a marginalized genre; sticking to his convictions.
He was and will always continue to be an influence in my life and music, like so many other. Thank you Ronnie James Dio for your many gifts, and for sharing them with your many fans from around the world. A true man, artist, visionary...you will be missed. Long live metal, long live rock, and long live Dio!!
I had the very distinct pleasure of watching Dio reunite with black sabbath, creating Heaven and Hell, on their tour back in 2007. It was among one of my first metal concerts, along with my brother Matt, and friend Terri. Reading through news articles over the past day, that concert reaffirmed and highlighted exactly what other artists and friends said about Dio. He was probably one of th nicest guys ever, even in a packed stadium of thousands of people, he made everyone feel special, like he was talking and singing to each of us individually. He was a true musician, embodying what real music is, regardless of genre. He transcended the boundaries of a marginalized genre; sticking to his convictions.
Friday, April 23, 2010
"For you are no longer alone..."
You can tell I'm writing exams now.
Walk With Me in Hell
by Lamb Of God
Pray for blood
Pray for the cleansing
Pray for the flood
Pray for the end of this nightmare
This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve
We seek only reprieve
And welcome the darkness
The myth of a meaning, so lost and forgotten
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
Pray for solace
Pray for resolve
Pray for a savior
Pray for deliverance
Some kind of purpose, a glimpse of a light in this void of existence
Oh...
Now witness the end of an age
Hope dies in hands of believers
Who seek the truth in the liar's eyes
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
You're never alone
You're never alone
You're never alone
You're never alone
You're never alone
Walk with me in hell
Walk With Me in Hell
by Lamb Of God
Pray for blood
Pray for the cleansing
Pray for the flood
Pray for the end of this nightmare
This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve
We seek only reprieve
And welcome the darkness
The myth of a meaning, so lost and forgotten
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
Pray for solace
Pray for resolve
Pray for a savior
Pray for deliverance
Some kind of purpose, a glimpse of a light in this void of existence
Oh...
Now witness the end of an age
Hope dies in hands of believers
Who seek the truth in the liar's eyes
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
You're never alone
You're never alone
You're never alone
You're never alone
You're never alone
Walk with me in hell
"I HAD A DREAM!"
In my ever so random ramblings I would like to share a very odd dream that I had last night.
Started with me heading out to go bowling with my friends. When I got there though I found out all the lanes were taken up. Upon further inquiry it was revealed that the 10 year old pop-tard Justin Bieber was dancing on the lanes (a direct consequence of some of my younger friends being afflicted by this so called Bieber-fever!). Naturally I became very angry and proceeded to do what probably a vast majority of people want to do...I punched him in the face, over and over...and over. Who dances in a bowling alley? Seriously society today has some really messed up priorities. Upon the wailing tweens dragging his shattered frame off of the lanes, there was much joyful applause and celebration.
So for all you Bieber fans, it was a good dream.
Started with me heading out to go bowling with my friends. When I got there though I found out all the lanes were taken up. Upon further inquiry it was revealed that the 10 year old pop-tard Justin Bieber was dancing on the lanes (a direct consequence of some of my younger friends being afflicted by this so called Bieber-fever!). Naturally I became very angry and proceeded to do what probably a vast majority of people want to do...I punched him in the face, over and over...and over. Who dances in a bowling alley? Seriously society today has some really messed up priorities. Upon the wailing tweens dragging his shattered frame off of the lanes, there was much joyful applause and celebration.
So for all you Bieber fans, it was a good dream.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Vetter ου φροντις
A haiku for your consideration:
My head bangs loudly,
why must I write this paper,
I can use a beer.
My head bangs loudly,
why must I write this paper,
I can use a beer.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Vancouver 2010: You Gotta Be Here
So I've been absent from the hallowed pages of this blog recently...nothing really new about that.
I've been determined to write something on the Olympics, that just finished up in my backyard several weeks ago, and with the Paralympics ending this weekend I thought it would be apt to revisit this once in a lifetime event.
I will come back to a full account of my experiences, of which there were many. It was truly an affirming feeling that I witnessed from the two week long party: countries from all over the world in our little corner, the spirit of healthy competition alive and well, being able to high five or talk to random strangers at will without appearing like a nutbar, an outpouring of national pride (and not just Canadadians).
I remember the day when Vancouver won the bid to host the olympics, I was happy for it, but skeptical that we would even be able to pull it off. I guess you could consider me indifferent to it all. Throughout the past few years though, and even into the Olympics itself there was a haze of controversy, public outcry and criticism. Protests, outspoken threats and advocates was all I heard in the news to the point where it made me sick. It was reassuring though to see that so much of that negativity swept aside completely. Maybe it was in sudden realization that they couldn't do anything about it, or the abundance of red and white out there. What was witnessed out here was a force, no not THE Force, but a force to unite, a force that affirmed an identity. Many of us take this place for granted, I sure as heck have. Always there to say something negative... It's hard for me to put such feelings into words but maybe the link below may help, it's the full version of the poem recited during the opening ceremonies by slam-poet Shane Koyczan. Those words, those cheers, that moment had me on my feet. Maybe you were too!
I've been determined to write something on the Olympics, that just finished up in my backyard several weeks ago, and with the Paralympics ending this weekend I thought it would be apt to revisit this once in a lifetime event.
I will come back to a full account of my experiences, of which there were many. It was truly an affirming feeling that I witnessed from the two week long party: countries from all over the world in our little corner, the spirit of healthy competition alive and well, being able to high five or talk to random strangers at will without appearing like a nutbar, an outpouring of national pride (and not just Canadadians).
I remember the day when Vancouver won the bid to host the olympics, I was happy for it, but skeptical that we would even be able to pull it off. I guess you could consider me indifferent to it all. Throughout the past few years though, and even into the Olympics itself there was a haze of controversy, public outcry and criticism. Protests, outspoken threats and advocates was all I heard in the news to the point where it made me sick. It was reassuring though to see that so much of that negativity swept aside completely. Maybe it was in sudden realization that they couldn't do anything about it, or the abundance of red and white out there. What was witnessed out here was a force, no not THE Force, but a force to unite, a force that affirmed an identity. Many of us take this place for granted, I sure as heck have. Always there to say something negative... It's hard for me to put such feelings into words but maybe the link below may help, it's the full version of the poem recited during the opening ceremonies by slam-poet Shane Koyczan. Those words, those cheers, that moment had me on my feet. Maybe you were too!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
More Random Quotes
"I'm so proud to be Canadian, even my blood cells are red and white!"
On the wall in the lounge of the Youthmin office in downtown.
On the wall in the lounge of the Youthmin office in downtown.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Bathroom Stall Musings
Buchanan B- 2nd floor
"If you want changeseize power use a $5 bill to buy a $2.25 chocolate bar!"
"If you want change
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The Fruits of My Boredom
So I'm back in the swing of things, the break wasn't nearly long enough. For some reason I'm more dead-set on making this year an epic one...I'm actually taking the time to sit down and plow through the pages of my latest investment, textbooks... Dear bank account, I'm so sorry, I hope in time you'll learn to forgive me!
In the past little while, I have subconsciously found myself carving out a photography niche. I enjoy shooting everything but lately I have found myself loving the many nuances that arise out of night-time and low light photography, where the environments are uncontrolled and the results are often very unexpected. In searching through my folders I dredged up a few gems that I particularly like. Enjoy!
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In the past little while, I have subconsciously found myself carving out a photography niche. I enjoy shooting everything but lately I have found myself loving the many nuances that arise out of night-time and low light photography, where the environments are uncontrolled and the results are often very unexpected. In searching through my folders I dredged up a few gems that I particularly like. Enjoy!
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Saturday, January 9, 2010
Who has the last laugh now?
"God is dead'- Nietzsche, 1893
'Nietzsche is dead'- God, 1900"
God wins haha!
'Nietzsche is dead'- God, 1900"
God wins haha!
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