Death of a Glo-stik

My last post, in which I cafully apologised for bitching about my friends, has vanished. So I will do so again. I am very sorry for venting, and will attempt to refrain from doing so in future. I understand that I am very lucky to have friends at all.

It's after Skyshow. If you couldn't gather from my last post, Skyshow is an anual fireworks display held on Australia day by oneof the local radio stations. It's 30 minutes of fireworks syncronised to a mix of some recent popular songs, as well as a few classics. Eminem and Kylie featured largely. But they did have the B52's 'Rock Lobster' which is one of my favorite songs ^_^. It's just a fun song. I guess I can't be all rock.

I love doccumentaries about the way bands made records. SBS has been running a series recently called 'Clasic Albums'. They did one on Elton John's 'Goodbye Yellow Brick Road', and last weeks was Deep Purple's 'Machine Head' (Which many of you will know contained the most famous Deep Purple track of all time, 'Smoke On The Water', although it also had some other great songs.). It;s come to my attention that writing a song, more or less, starts with a musical idea. In Elton John's case he get's a set of lyrics and sits down and writes a song. Which just sounds pretty amasing to me- I suppose it's as valid a place as any to start, since the lyrics know how they want to be sung more often then not. Songs where the lyrics and music fits well often follow the flow of natural spach in the note patterns. But I know, for a simple fact, that I could not write a son if I was just given a set of lyrics. I could try- I might get a top line, and if I was lucky I would get a base line, but the song would be a lyrical song and would have no musicality, no hook, no depth. The Deep purple method really interested me- It seemed that the way they wrote was to come up with a musical idea. A guitar rift usually, but sometimes a small piece on the keyboard or a base line. They then worked around that. This striks me as a more organic way of making a song, as it has a musical strength to it that renders lyrics more a seccondary instrument. But that's just the way my tastes run.
Listening to other songs, you can sometimes here where a musical idea has been carried though. I'm listening to one right now, although it's a Weiss Kreus song so I won't bother naming it.

Just felt like sharing that.

I've been reading through UggaBugga for a while It's nice to know Australia is a part of Europe. I got to discuss this with Zoe at Skyshow today (There's a walk against War on the 16th. I'm thinking of attending). She commented that they were only really in the war because England were in the war. I think that may be an oversimplification- England are still our more relyable 'allies', but I tihnk the real aim is to have America as allies as, let's face it, they are the current world power. she also mentioned that she had heard that we owed them for bailing us out of WWII. Remember, she's anti war too. It remindde me of a rumour I had heard.
The english were probably quite aware that WWII was not going in their favour. At least, when they were honnest with themselves and did not believe with all the impunity of the mid-century English mindset that they were invincible (Much like the American mindset that they were untouchable). I saw a docco once that put forwards a rumour (No more then a rumour I'll be willing to bet) that the English inteligence service had prior warning that the Japanese may lauch an attack on Pearl Harbour. And did not pre-warn America about it.
Why? The theory stated that, if America was actually attacked, the people would fully support America being inserted into the war on the side of the Allies (I.e, ours), allowing them to freely participate and, with luck, swing the war that way. Think of the way America reacted after Sep 11, and imagine there was an official war declared at the time. There you go, a little fodder for thought.

Before you all tell me, yes I'm sure Iraq is a threat. Do you know why? I'll give you a hint- Power plays. Politics is a sticky, messy business. Much like a quick jerk in the toilets, and something you advertise about as much. China protects their interests, America protects theirs, Russia theres... every coultry able to works towards it's own advantage. It's yicky, but it keeps them occupied. Such is humanity, yes my puppies?

Enough about politics. I dislike them.

I have a glo-stick. I got it at Skyshow. It's green. And it's quite impressive- It can provide enough light to navigate my house by, even find missing objects. I love glo-sticks. I'm easily fascinated, especially by the lights. My only excuse is that I am a very simple mind, and I like simple things. Or I have a mind complicated enough to apreciate the complexities in simple things, which ammounts to much the same thing in the end, yes?

It's very late- My thought process can best be described as erratic. I shold be asleep,, but I have a general desire to finish something, as well as this post.

Zoe commented that we'd suddenly grown up a lot- she'd just noticed it. I looked around and realised she was right. We'd chosen to eat dinner at The Squatters Arms, which is the pub we were set up outside of. I looked down at my pub meal, across at my beer... and was forced to agree. Not so long ago we would have ducked down to Dagwoods for a hotdog for tea, maybe with some lemonade if we had the money. Instead we were sitting at the back of a nice, clean establishment serving good food and talking. Eating is an extremly social occasion for humans. That is one of the first things they taught us in Home Ecconomics. It struck me as strange though - I didn't feel any diferent, I was just acting that way. I rather enjoyed it. I may have to mark this date- This is the date I stopped being a teenager and became a young adult. Which doesn't make me a woman or, in any way shape or form, a responsible person. I'm still just a girl.

Doesn't it, like, totally blow your mind that word is a word? Or that Nick is, like, a Nickname? I mean, like... Dude!

Okay, I'm glad I got that out of my system... Stay with me here, the ride's nearly over.

Scanner still broken. I miss it. I am made very sad. Watch me cry ,-_-, ,~_~, Alright, that's enough of that.

It raiend today. Yesterday it was 44.1 degrees celcius. That's very warm. I understand it gets up to 50 in other places, but that was more then I was used to. I flattened entirely. Like a wilted plant in a pot. Like our poor little suculents. Even they have some trouble. Our Aloe Vera plant is drying out and crying for us to save it. My chest hurts -_- I've had trouble breathing lately. Damn my tiny lungs. I need to do some exercises to improve that.

I have a strong desire to sing. I think it stems from a need to sleep. Let's indulge the need rather then the desire.

It's so hard to think. I need more practice.

"A touch of unhappy childhood, a dash of teenage rebellion, and last but not least, a tragic death in the family."
~Shreber, Dark City

- posted by Washi @ 12:48 am