My it's been a busy time these past few weeks. Since Cinco De Mayo to Memorial Day, life's been odd.
Daily Horrors
Is there a hunting season on little girls this year? I'm starting to lose track of all the kids abducted and found dead. That and kids with guns on killing sprees. Let's see, Ohio just got on the map with the prom kid killer who gunned down 6 people, no? I may end up rewriting "Killer Tune" COMPLETELY based on the last 6 months. Why is it every day seems to be an episode of Law and Order SVU? I don'y know if reality feeds TV or TV feed reality. Life imitates art the hard way?
Entertainment Views
I actually watched an entire season of American Idol (as much as I hate the show). Probably because of the two "rockers" (or the closest they're going to get to rockers). I wanted to see how far they'd go. I didn't expect one to make it to the final two. Bo Bice... Southern rocker. Good voice... Don't know why he sold out though. It's quite possible that the chances are slimmer in Alabama than here in New York or in L.A.. In a way, I'm glad he lost. He could get a much better deal on his own than the slave contract Cowell signs them too.
I think I should try and pitch an idea... I'll write it here to keep the "copyright" on it. Why not make a show called "Rock and Roll God" or something like that? It would allow ANY age bracket in, and be subject to single votes only via phone number registration and internet. This way there would be a more accurate vote rather than kids stuffing ballots. I'd get real rock legends to be judges... Like Trent Resnor of NIN, Steven Tyler of Aerosmith, David Bowie or Dave Gahan of Depeche Mode. I'd try to keep the rock diversified yet not pop.
Tonight's musical entertainment for the Idol withdrawal victims: "Hit me baby, one more time" is an NBC show that takes old 80's acts and puts them back up for review and vote by the audience to see if they still have what it takes. I might DVR this. Only, some of the bands have already done this. Take "A flock of seagulls" with their hit "I ran". They were already put back together and played live on "VH1-Bands Reunited". Once again, originality is gone.
Ok... Enough about proving the detriment of when reality TV when mixes with music.
Michael Jackson. Closing arguments are to begin today, and somehow, I think the Jacko just might get off....if only just barely. But he would definitely kill himself if he got sentenced for , what is it? 18 YEARS?
It's just hard to fathom, what with O.J., Kobe, Blake all surviving the fires of jail hell. MJJ isn't the type for jail. He'd commit suicide first.
The World Trade Center
Hallowed ground? Yes. Although like a child, I am one of those who would pound the ground, stomp their feet and yell "make it never-was!!", I believe the Towers should be rebuilt. Not that ....thing they want to build one block over.
I looked over Trumps developement plan (and the reasons to adopt this plan ) at
The Twin Towers II Design Plan and I believe as he does: REBUILD the Twin Towers all over again with vast improvements. Nothing smells of terrorist victory more than sulking in your defeats. Read the site before you cast your barbs at the D'Sari star symbol.
Somehow, I think that those who died on 9/11 would probably want what Trumps people have planned. I can't see them thinking (especially the American ones) that we as a country should just lay down and bow to terrorism. As for the families of the lost. To you I say, "I feel your loss and your pain", but let's face it, if the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building went down, we'd rebuild it. They rebuilt the Pentagon in weeks. Why didn't they gut and demolish that? Ants rebuild each destroyed anthill in lieu of the death wrought them, can we not be greater than they? If you say "I couldn't look at them...I'd be reminded of my loved one." , I'd say, it's not the buildings that should be reminding you of them... It's your love for them. These buildings still show up in movies and television shows. What worse reminder is that as they are no longer there? To see them in old media and to know that there's an empty spot in the skyline. THAT'S cruel.
Trump may be tacky at times, but this plan has something going for it. First of all, the original Twin Tower footprints remain intact and built into memorials...The actual towers, built slightly higher, yet safer than before, are set back away from the original footprints. Couple that with the fact that our air support and ground support is far superior to the times of the tragedy, that would make this the safest tallest building in the world yet.
I had always hoped someoen big enough in real estate development would come out and say something. What I can't figure out is... Why do they have to be right THERE? I mean... There are no lots 2 blocks away to build these two on if everone else balks still?
2400 families mourn constantly, yet 30 years of history and 10 million Manhattanites alone alond with the rest of the world who knew of the trade towers majesty mourn the empty skyline still.... Unlike a broken bone, but more like an amputation. Now's the time to set the clock back somehow.
Self reflections:
So I think I've figured out my flaws. There's something that WAS in my nature that has lately, inherently vanished. I've lost my spirit of freedom. It's made me bitter and harsh to those around me. This spirit was my essence... The seasoning that made me a Darkstar. I must apologize to those who may have been inadvertently struck in the crossfire of my vileness. I hold onto too many ridiculous ideals, yet let go of the other more useful ones.
I've been far less D'Sari these days. To the cost of corporate surrealism, I've lost the bohemian in me. I took a walk in the wee hours of the night to clear my head and gather my thoughts. I've found I'd missed the call of the nights winds, lost in the mundaneness of the day to day grind. This has left the project stagnant yet again. My birthday approacheth. Yes, another rite of ascension...and yet, I have many tasks and goals left unfulfilled. I've alienated good people, friends and muses. I'd become bitter. I'd lost my will to take risks. This must end NOW. I find that when the wind blows in a cool night breeze, more things come to me... New songs... New ideals. New things to add to the Epican Tomes of Existence.
Speaking of which, I exist too much. I find I'd stopped living. It's time to live again. Time to go out and take what is mine by right....for if I do not, it will be mine no longer.
There's so much to do... I need to do it with a clear cool head. I even lost my celphone. Ordered a new one through the equipment replacement program....should be in by Tuesday they tell me.
I need to use my time better. I need to make plans to get "Consecrate" in the can and move on. At this time in our lives, child abductions has taken an all time high... I need to get a production team to get "Killer Tune" together. I also need to get in touch with my engineer to make plans.
I don't have a muse. Probably because I don't treat them right these days. I'm hoping I can pull my disposition together for either re-acquiring the one I had or finding a new one.
I hate what my job has turned me into. They're killing the rebel prophet slowly. I must put him on life support then nurse him back to health.
I want to see Revenge of the Sith...not for the fact that it's a blockbuster Star Wars film, but because I have a feeling it will do something to my psyche. Similar to my reaction to "The Empire Strikes Back" in relation to it being a great metaphysical training film. Lucas has a great way of putting a spin on metaphysics in a simplistic easy to swallow pill.
I'm inspired by strange quotes. "The Edge" had a line I haven't forgotten: "What ONE MAN can do ANOTHER can do!" So, I set my sites on a man who is doing what I wish to do and know that it is not impossible.
Focus...I need focus. I need my muse too. It's time to build that fire up under my ass again. No more bullshit deadlines or pomp and circumstance... Just get it DONE.
Project Darkstar
Listening to my old stuff on mp3 via headphones the other day, I realized the potential behind them and that I may one day return to re-record my original demo songs... Just not today.
Friends
A few of my friends had gotten married recently. I dj'd the one wedding. It was fun to spin records again, but then again, I was reminded why I no longer do. Not that I can't still cut it up on the wheels of steel, but because I got tired of spinning OTHER PEOPLES music. Though these skills will probably be useful one day when re-mixing my own stuff.
Another wedding I could not attend but saw pictures of made me realize how time marches on and you can't stop it. People change... Get older... Lose their sense of self in the same process I'm losing mine. You might call that growing up... I call it stifling your inner self. Your TRUE self. The core that is you. I intend not to bury mine.
As the time of reckoning comes at hand, I'll need to actually be good to people again. So basically, if you see me in person, and I'm nice to you, one may suppose that I'm either being overly polite or that I'm considering your for my "High Council". Oh lucky you (he says sarcastically). If I've been mean to you in the past, look for that to change for the same reasons. I suppose coming to terms with ones self helps in the long run. Maybe I'll win back a few old confidantes that way.
I really wish I could get blog categories to work. I think I need to be nicer to the web designer too.