A Note.

The following two posts will be transcripts of Corey Taylor's spoken word pieces from Stone Sour's first two albums. This is sort of in honour of the release of their third album, Audio Secrecy, but mostly because I've always loved these pieces and what Corey has to say. Enjoy.

Cheers,
Sean

So There's This Band, See

As much as it bothers me to do something as inconsequential as this to mark the return of seanandbedonewithit (one man) to the blogosphere on the interwebutron, needs must, as they say, when the devil drives.
I am now a band.
No, not like Alice Cooper, where there is a whole band there but Alice (but really Vincent) has his moniker stamped on their foreheads. Metaphorically. (I hope).
This is the kind where I have this guitar, see, and I play some stuff into my laptop, and then I get my mitts on one of those absurdly fancy one-man-band-with-lots-of-money keyboards to throw any other instrument I want into the mix, do some stuff to it with aforementioned laptop, and call it music. Fo sho, yo.(That's how real musicians talk, kids.) It has a name, unlike that other band I'm in which is probably going nowhere, but just like that other band that doesn't do anything but is destined for great things once all the members are in one room doing musical stuff. FOCUS anyway so this band. It came to me in a dream coffeehouse, listening to a band with some females, one of whom was holding an accordion. These things happen to me all the time, but for once I wrote down the word. (It's Luminousonic, by the way, and if you steal it I'll disembowel you. HAHA just kidding because if I'm kidding I won't go to prison. But seriously...)
So I mused on the word for a bit, and saw in my head an album cover. On this album cover a ruffian hooded individual graffities a wall with said word, wearing a sweatshirt reading "Cartwheels" (you can't have this one either). Even though it tends to annoy me, I began to imagine the title track (I prefer titles independent of their albums, mostly so I can ramble and there will be even more slightly fewer complaints.) I came up with a bit of chorus, which I wrote down when I got home (it was a small piece of paper, okay?). After that I read a bit, named my first EP and its first two songs, and some other songs from the album.
Then today as I was walking home from a mad drunken orgy different coffeehouse, an acoustic guitar started serenading my brain, in my brain. And some people started singing along to it. Ergo, I have another chunk of song, which has music too, but that one could go to either thingy the EP or the album, neither of which exist yet. So it's kind of a virtual band, in that it can't perform in the real world, and it hasn't done anything, but it shows promise. More promise than this hopeless loser music major with no life plan blog, which has chronic arrythmia and other fun ailments as well. Don't steal my stuff yet. Wait until it exists, then cover it so I get exposure, okay? Thankies of the highest order.

En fin, today I am listening to "Ill" which is ill capitalised, by the way, since this font is crap. It is performed by The Indelicates, who graciously gave to Neil Gaiman and me exclusively for free the entire album containing it. Oh, and the rest of the interwebutron to boot. Ergo, go check it out.

Farewell, go with God, and don't take any wooden nickels. Ciao for now.

Oh, what the heck.

Wellwellwell. We meet again, blogbox. You don't seem to have aged much. I have grown older, more powerful. I still don't have much to say, though. We'll see about this poem I've got going on. Might even post it soon. So yeah. That's all I have for now. Bye, blogbox.

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The Setting: Best Buy Grafton. The Time: 10:00 AM, September 12, 2008. The Reason I'm Typing About This: Release of Metallica's Death Magnetic. Right. So being the metal- (and every other music ever invented) head that I am, I show up at opening time for the release of Death Magnetic, Metallica's public apology for St. Anger. I walk in, I see the one I'm getting. Shiny jewel case, 3D cover (that actually has a coffin-shaped hole in it. I KNOW!), Metallicamusichen inside. We're all set.  But soft! What metal in yonder window breaks?  It... no, it can't be. It is! The deluxe edition of the very album I'm holding! Now. St. Anger came, in its ... (read more)

Don't be frightened.

Yes, yes, I know. It's a post. The only problem is I've got a clever name for the next legit post. This is a mere prelude.  Actual thinking to come! Read on.

COMIX

Okay, so as promised I will now blather about comics for a while.  First of all, so I can get my inter-wanderings back in chronological order, xkcd is just lovely.  There is all sorts of things that go on in my head there, acted out by stick figures, which also appeals to my maximum drawing potential.  Yes, I enjoy reading things that can be classified as attainable goals.  But I didn't stop at one addictive webcomic, oh gracious no.  Besides, it only took me about three days to read through the entire backlog of strips and since I exhibit some addict behavioral tendencies I'd be liable to combust between weeks.  So on I moved, ... (read more)

Up And Running

Okay kidlings, even though I'm quite sure nobody will ever read this one (durr it's the first post and no one knows I exist yet durr) welcome to Sean's blog.  I'm actually pretty excited about this.  My original plot regarding blogs, the starting of was mainly because I want to escape Facebook's evile domain.  (Details on why Facebook is actually the devil later. Unless I decide to not alienate my [hopeful] readers with all my crazy politic-esque shenanigans.)  But now, I get to pretend that people, in places, are reading this and are interested in the awful minutiae of my life, instead of just commenting on whatever happens to be the most ... (read more)