Some Thoughts, Dudes.

Call this an anthology of the moment.

What happens to thank you speeches that never get made? I just happened to be scrolling through my twitter feed and it indicated to me that the Teen Choice Awards (super awesome, no?) were happening and it begs the question. I feel like if I were ever in that position I would send a really lame thank you card, “because of your efforts we very nearly reached our goal, better luck in another 3 years after we finally finish milking this concept and begin to work on doing it again.”

In an addendum to Mike’s views on music I might humbly suggest this… The flaw in a wide quorum of music today isn’t in the musicality of the songs, if anything I feel that pop artists should be commended for coming up with lines and riffs and hooks that almost define a new level of catchiness. But here my pop insensitivity (thank you Keith) takes over and I look at the message of the song and I’m reminded that these songs have become complete shams of transcendental idiocy. I look at the bands that have fallen out of my playlist in recent times and I notice one constant, I didn’t like to sing their songs. As I say, the hooks were still there, but I couldn’t get into what my emotional state was supposed to be because by attempting to appeal to the largest audience possible I was unable to find any personal connection to the song. For the record, “personal connection” does not refer to my own life experiences coinciding in any direct manner with the songwriter’s, its merely my way of saying that when you come across something startlingly personal and truly earned through a lifetime of work on a project the emotional sense is present and alive and overwhelming. Which is why Coheed and Cambria are such an integral experience for me. Although I have no idea how Claudio is able to relate the story of the Amory Wars to his real life experiences I still cannot help but get caught up in the emotions that he expresses in the work. I have legitimately wept while listening to “The Second Stage Turbine Blade” and that, to me, defines it as great music.

As I look at my own future, all I see is a bleak and indefinable weight, not so much in terms of the burden of affluency or “personal success” but in the sense that I feel like my current life and my future life are like similarly polarized magnets that as they get thrust more and more rapidly towards each other the more rapidly they recoil in opposite directions. This leads me to a couple of different conclusions, either I’m doing something wrong with my current track, or I’m lacking a key piece of the chain that would make an entirely different loop, as it were. I feel like the intention of that statement will not be lost on most so I will jump forward.

To the conclusion because I am tired and have another 11 hour work day ahead of me tomorrow and my other bits of wizened anecdote still need more time in the brain stew.

By the way, I apologize for my excessive run-on sentences. Its just the way my thoughts occur to me, which is something interesting in and of itself.