The Year of Tool

"They are the greatest band to sodomize my mind and soul...ever"

I don't care what the rest of you say, I think the new release Vicarious is great, I'm about to pre-order the CD as well.

If you're a newbie to Tool, the first thing you'd notice about their music is the off-time effect evident in almost all their songs, theres always some kind of twist that you can find in songs that would deter your finger drumming or rhythmic head movements.
Danny Carey's momentum building tom-work ,Adam Jones' simple, yet effective guitaring,Justin Chancellor's percussive use of bass and to crown it off, Maynard James Keenan's insightful lyrics and powerful vocals are the elements that together , can cause quite a stir in your thoughts.

I shall say no more.

Dear Murphy

Some of you might know that I'm about to say goodbye to my Prelude, if you don't,

I'm about to get rid of my car.



Now that thats out of the way,

Me and a few friends went to the dealership a few days ago to browse around for good deals and such,
Thats where I spotted her,

She was a white VW Golf GTi, the car I've been after for a little over a year.
Thinking it'd be an automatic, I had already written it off in my mind but it wasn't...
She was beautiful,
the rest of my posse quickly evaluated the car, beginning with whatever was wrong with it (no it was more like JUST what was wrong with it),
My eyes managed to see through the missing rear windshield wiper and the broken right headlamp, as well as the scuff on the left side mirror.

She really was something.

Excitedly, I called up my dad and told him about it and he said he'd take a look the next day.

I went to bed with a smile on my face that night.

This morning, my dad managed to take a day off , and we went and saw the car again, only the salesman wasn't to be found,

I went back there tonight with Arnold and after he inspected my Prelude, he agreed for a trade-in with a little expense. I couldn't believe it to be honest, but apparently it was "on".

I left the place and made my way home and hit the Sheikh Zayed Road,

Then it happened,

My hood flew up and smashed into the windshield and sunroof , I was blinded.
I tried to push it down repeatedly but this only caused it to smash into the windshield again.

I left it in a sandpit close to Thunderbowl and walked home,

The only reason I'm typing all this right now is because it happened atleast an hour ago and I've had plenty of time to think about it and get over some of the trauma.

The worst that could happen at that time, actually managed to happen (barring an accident).

It'll be a while until I can pretend to laugh about all this.

Part 2
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The walk home was terrible, the wind in my face only reminded me of how the hood flew up about 30 minutes ago (I have quite a graphic imagination)
It all caved in the whole walk home, from what I was feeling at the time, to the vicious cackle I heard from a passing motorist,and the person who came near my smashed vehicle and offered me a laminated card with arabic written on it.

This would probably qualify as the proverbial icing on the cake in regard to my recent string of unfortunate events.

That car is now dead to me,

R.I.P Carla.

Prose : n 1: "ordinary writing as distinguished from verse 2: matter of fact, commonplace, or dull expression"

I've hit a low again,
don't ask me why,

I'll probably forget about it in the morning.

I just feel a little hurt but it'll rub off as soon as I finish this post.

Its closing in on 3 Am right about now.

I feel pathetic having to turn to my blog for comfort.

Musics a great anesthetic when you aren't thinking about it.

This is beginning to morph itself into a poem.

Like one of those 'dare-I-say' emo ones you'd find on a random LiveJournal.

I should be grateful.

Yeah, I should be grateful.

End.

Snow of the Sahara

So its been eons since I last blogged , or has it?,

My blog 'culture' usually entails me being inspired at random times, although right now I'm going to attempt to force it.

hm.

Ah yes, prom managed to suck even more than last years (if thats even possible) ,
However, after about 5 Vodkas (I lost count) and swig of Tequila, Karan made up for the rest of the night with his shenanigans , God bless him the poor sod.

In other news I realised what a computer geek I am,
Our router fried and after about two days of no intraweb , I spent my free time being holed up in my room doing absolutely fuck all.
I did get a lot of bass practice done though, I think I'm finally getting better, I can feel my left hand getting faster , after a stint of it not being able to keep up with my right hand.
I need a proper bass too, I've lowered the action so low on mine that when I tune down to D (which incidentally is what Deviant tunes to) , I get a slight fret buzz,
I'm hoping it won't be noticeable when we record this summer.

I've been listening to quite a lot of Jazz these days thanks to Arnold, mostly stuff by Dave Weckl, if you haven't heard of him, try getting hold of a track of his called 'Tower of Inspiration'.

I've got nothing much to say now,
Checked out Beneath The Remains , NSD , Stenchwart M.A.N , Believe and Revenge Tragedy last night at the 4th Assembly gig, it was great meeting a lot of people there too.

Incidentally, I've added the Sandwash blog to my chain of links, I recommend checking it out.

So thats it I guess.

Cheers and such.