excowboy

Well kids, after much deliberation (and beautiful experiences which could not be described if i had the rest of my natural life) I have come to a conclusion... Mogwai Fear Satan by Mogwai is my favorite song. (16 solid minutes of moist goodness) Let me clearly state upfront that i am against most "LISTS", especially the top 10 variety who most times fight a losing battle against relativity and common sense. i've tried to avoid such a decision at all cost; I've even mocked such narrowminded fools who can just casually throw their "favorite ice cream" out there without blinking twice. My lack of open feelings on the subject isn't for lack of trying. WHen asked what my favorite band was, i normally burst into philisophical mumblings over era, genre, my mood and current weather conditions. A question such as that usually invokes 30 minute discertations about influences and who started and who ploished said sound... all these high falutent expressions of what i've heard and thought deemed something "favorite" worthy. I mean, when deciding "your favorite" anything, taking countless hours to first explain by way of a 20 page thesis just WHY you feel that way is normal, isn't it?

Well, i DO have expressions of brilliant falling stars and giant beaming lights from heaven, descriptions by way of charades and/or conversations in sign language or tongues. I CAN tell you the first time i heard it, how it FEELS to absorb it live, the variations used in it's many performances. If i had canvas i COULD paint you a picture, were it winter i could make you a snow man, and a quick trip to Home Depot would produce 3,700 swatches of color all working brilliantly to TRY to give you a visual of it's swirling powers to move you. Consume your soul. Grab the base of your spine, twist it round... amognst all the tingling fingers of love and make every blood vessal in your body call for Him who created you.

...plus it's got a funky beat and i can really bug out to it.

SO, there. I've said it. Lets move on before I change my mind (I'm listening to a live bootleg and Helicon 1 is playing...... ohhh how delicious indeed)



...and so, I am at the library and the A-typical bald perv is sitting next to me surfing for porn. . . and now he's gone, left the computer right next to me in favor of a more secluded station 3 seats down on the end away from me. *squinty eyes* Theres something devilishly ironic in this conversation, perhaps he and I are not so different after all... WAIT! wwwwwwhat am i saying, of course we are!! I'm better than him, mmhmm!