LEGOS + VIDEO GAMES - SANITY

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Legos + Video Games - Sanity

IN THE FUCKING FACE!!

Bang Bang, Dick shot me down.
Bang Bang, I hit the ground.
Bang Bang, that awful sound.
Bang Bang, Dick Cheney shot me down.

DESPERATE TENTACLES

Went and saw a movie last night (The Matador). Was pretty good, but the main point of this entry is this:
One of the previews they showed beforehand was for Mission Impossible 3. The previews opened with a couple of quiet scenes, showing scenery, etc etc. Then it moves to Philip Seymore Hoffman talking, with a zoomed in angle in his face. He's talking about killing families, lovers, etc. At this point, we are about 15 seconds into the preview, and no one in the theater realized it was for Mission Impossible, as Hoffman usually tends to be in decent films as a decent character. As he talked, the intensity of his voice rose, and music to the preview rose. You could tell some climax for the preview was about to hit. The crowd was on the edge of their seats. Then, it showed a close up of Tom Cruises face. All intense. And at that very moment, the crowd of about 100 people let out this collective moan. "UUUgggggggggghhhhhhhhh (Ohhhhhhhhh), guuuhhhhhh...."

That reaction alone was worth the price of admission to the movie.

VON [HOPE]

February 9, 2006 - New York, NY, Madison Square Garden Theater

Setlist:
Takk
Glosoli
Ny batteri
Saeglopur
Gong
Andvari
Hoppipolla
Med blodnasir
Se lest
Olsen Olsen
Vidrar
Svo Hljott
Heysatan

Encore 1:
Staralfur
Hafsol

Encore 2:
Popplagid

notes: Incredible show. Second time seeing them within the past 4 months. Completely different set and show than the first, so it was good to see a whole new batch of songs. Only one song from ( ). "Staralfur" makes a very rare setlist appearance, making the show more special. Unlike the first time I saw them, they had a brass section of about 10 people in the background that appeared on several songs, namely bringing "Olsen Olsen" to its signature ending crescendo. Sigur Ros is one of those bands that makes you believe in something. Whether it's the hope of music still living, or a higher being. But experiencing them live will make you realize there's more to it than "just music."

THE SIREN'S SONG / SHIPWRECKED

I stomached as much as I could. To the point where the acids of my digestive tract started coming up into my throat, and I was getting that burning sensation near where my tonsils used to be. And that taste. Where you can still somewhat, somehow taste what you've eaten earlier that day, but you can taste the bile mixed in. So, I swallow it down with another swig of beer. Close my eyes tightly to try and ignore the taste of the acids going back down my throat. Clinch my fist against my head as it pounds with another headache. In the darkness I see behind my shut eyelids, I question my motivations — my values — my ideals — my existence. OUR existence. I wonder what has brought us to this lowly state. This act of celebration — celebrating the raping of people's individuality — celebrating successful marketing campaigns — celebrating the self-masturbating egos. For tonight is the night of all nights. The night we celebrate low-level mediocrity. Tonight is Grammy night.

Last night had to be the best argument I've seen in a while that explains the imploding condition of all major music markets. Which, to say the least, has been going on since the beginning of mass-marketed albums and record labels. It's just that right when you think it can't get any worse, it does. Actually, it's quite impressive, and very fun to witness.

I could not stomach more than 10 minutes at a time. With at least corresponding 10 minute breaks in between to offset the onslaught of brutal abuse towards my ears and eyes. U2, Kanye West, Mariah Carey, Keith Urban, Madonna, Green Day (how can you win two years in a row with the same album??). The one thing they all have in common? They're all shephards.

Kanye West has quite possibly got to be the single most overrated "artist" in the last 20 years. What is it that people see in this guy? "OHHHH he's SOOOOO controversial!!!!" Give me a fuckin' break. "OHHHH he does such different things than anyone else!" Give me a fuckin' break. OVERRATED. BORING. BLAND. Almost as much as Jay-Z. But, right when I thought Kanye West could not be any more annoying, he brings along Jamie Foxx onto his scene. Jesus Christ. Are people this fucking stupid??? I think I hate Jamie Foxx almost as much as Kanye West. I've never seen someone mooch off the success of a single movie ("Ray"), which sucked by the way, any more than this one guy has.

Even Paul McCartney entered into Rolling Stones Land and started killing his legacy. Somehow. I'm sure Lennon and Harrison are rolling in their graves - probably happy to not be around to witness it. I'm sorry Paul. Let it go. Sure, you're a Beatle. Sure sure, I understand. I love the Beatles too. But now, it's just getting sad to watch. It's ok. Really. The fact that you performed two Beatles' songs alone last night proves you are still holding onto what you once had, and that you're just not what you used to be without your supporting cast.

Tonight I'll be able to wash my soul clean from last night, as I will be entrenched in the sounds of Sigur Ros in concert.

With that said, I can't wait for the Oscars!

WEIRD BEARD

I don't care who he is. But Stevie Wonder's facial hair looks like he's been drinking someone's dirty butt butter, and forgot to wipe off the chocolate milk moustache. Can i just shave this guy's mouth? Just for one day? I can't look at it anymore.

And the Stones are dead. I don't know what would hold my interest more: Keith Richards lickin' out "Start Me Up", or Steven Hawking playing a rousing game of ping pong. And, how the hell did Aaron Neville get famous?

Synopsis of the Super Bowl:
Game: D+
Halftime: D-
Commercials: B-
Food: C (A for ours, F for guest's)
Company: F

Overall: D+

IN WHICH OUR HERO FINDS A FAITHFUL SIDEKICK

Says the Red Rider as he steps off his High Horse, "John doesn't know what to say or offer for his first BLOGGER entry, so he asked me to speak on his behalf. Right now, he's away unclogging a shower drain that was puking brown water and particles of shit out into the basin of the bathtub. His sister's 16th birthday is this week, and he wants to get her a present but is clueless on what to get a 16 year old girl ---- much less dumbfounded by the fact that she is turning sixteen. He hasn't bathed today, and his dirty laundry is reaching the point of no return. Still, he's going out to eat with his lady tonight at a new organic restaurant that sounds delicious. The city outside has been drenched in rain all day, and it's unusually dark for this hour. Soon he'll be leaving to drudge through the rain to catch the train - he doesn't mind not having a car, and wearing his shoe soles thin. For now, there's heat coming from the furnace underneath the window in the bedroom, and he still misses Kurt Cobain."