so, uh, i gave the howling some thought, and i realize that, much as i hate to admit it, i could be classified in the "classic" definition of "emo." now, not to be confused with the dashboard confessional, pretty girls make graves, death cab for cutie emo, but more like cursive, fugazi, sdre and the like. i used ot be in a hardcore band and when i got disillusioned i went for some more meaningfula nd melodic music. and since it seems to be a qualifier to break down beyond your own abilities, such as falling over, screaming or whatever, on stage, i guess i'm partway there. my good friend mina kaye, who says she wants ot be a SG when she grows up, tries to give me advice on singing from my diaphragm but i try to tell her the rawness is better because i so hate the polished sound of a lot of music. if i can't do it on my 4 track wiht my halfass vocals, i won't do it at all, you know?
so anyway, i think i'll just go wiht the howls until my vocal cords get used to the fact that the song can only be sung a certain way, and if they never do then that's just how it will always sound. brassil says to get a good scream, i should coat my throat with milk so maybe i'll bring some milk to the shows and be like hulk hogan or steven tyler's dead, severed, skullfucked head, or the olsen twins (oh wait, that wasn't milk. it was COCAINE) and be all "got milk?" and shit.
i dunno. we'll see hwo it goes ig uess.
the big news today is ythat hurricane ivan kicked the east half of america's ass, and a toad somehow got into my house and i freed it after what had to be a very harrowing experience indeed, if toads had feelings.
freaked me out too, cuz i thought it was a mouse and then it hopped and i saw it was a toad. fuckin weird.
and lastly, today was a very HUM kind of day, so i have been playing "downward is heavenward" all day.
here's a song to go by for a while.
--- green to me
The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline.
She wakes up fine and rested well, released at last from in the sleeping cell, breathing comes with ease.
It's a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride, my medicine man is the best wires to the temples, place them on let's see how we sound.
It's all green to me.
What a sweet revenge.
It's all green to me.
See them lift off one by one, I see a cool spot here let's bring her down.
Level to the ground, a lovely mess that I am blessed to see, of me, of me.
She lifts her wings up high, sensors show a lifetime until we die.
And all the dreams' details perfected in the colored sky.
The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline.
It's all green to me. (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me. (It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand.)
It's all green to me. (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me. (It lifts up your days in a single phase.)
so anyway, i think i'll just go wiht the howls until my vocal cords get used to the fact that the song can only be sung a certain way, and if they never do then that's just how it will always sound. brassil says to get a good scream, i should coat my throat with milk so maybe i'll bring some milk to the shows and be like hulk hogan or steven tyler's dead, severed, skullfucked head, or the olsen twins (oh wait, that wasn't milk. it was COCAINE) and be all "got milk?" and shit.
i dunno. we'll see hwo it goes ig uess.
the big news today is ythat hurricane ivan kicked the east half of america's ass, and a toad somehow got into my house and i freed it after what had to be a very harrowing experience indeed, if toads had feelings.
freaked me out too, cuz i thought it was a mouse and then it hopped and i saw it was a toad. fuckin weird.
and lastly, today was a very HUM kind of day, so i have been playing "downward is heavenward" all day.
here's a song to go by for a while.
--- green to me
The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline.
She wakes up fine and rested well, released at last from in the sleeping cell, breathing comes with ease.
It's a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride, my medicine man is the best wires to the temples, place them on let's see how we sound.
It's all green to me.
What a sweet revenge.
It's all green to me.
See them lift off one by one, I see a cool spot here let's bring her down.
Level to the ground, a lovely mess that I am blessed to see, of me, of me.
She lifts her wings up high, sensors show a lifetime until we die.
And all the dreams' details perfected in the colored sky.
The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline.
It's all green to me. (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me. (It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand.)
It's all green to me. (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me. (It lifts up your days in a single phase.)
stitchy:
There is a fine line between love and hate my friend... Hate her enough to write a few good songs....then hate her no more. because hating means you still love her. It's not good for the soul, you know?! and no, it should be "got howl?" 