Return of the Jedi

So in tHe interest of constant self-reinvention, I've decided to make a temporary, but necessary return to tHis blogging nonsense. WHy? No one knows. Maybe I'm finally going off tHe edge of sanity, as my last post would allude to (a post wHich by tHe way, I'll be making no comments to wHatsoever, as I feel tHat it explains itself ratHer clearly, all I will say is that Drugs Aren't Bad Mkaaay) or maybe I'm simply bored out of my goddamned life. EitHer way, I'm back. THere is no real purpose with tHis post, other tHan to update tHe current state of events of tHis rambler, and to do what I like to do tHe most, which of course is to ramble. So wHat's tHe current state of events you may ask (you probably won't tHough, because again, tHis simply is a blog, and it's not like blog readers posses any kind of genuine interest in the life of tHe blogger, because if tHey did, they would contact me directly or some sHit). THe current state of events is as such: I'm 18 years old, single (and genuinely unready to mingle) am starting to live tHe life that I want to, wHere I do precisely wHat I want to do, especially pertaining to my endeavours as a musician. THat's really all tHat's relevant right now. I've had a revelation today. After having participated in my final perfomance of SAGsHow (ååååH bn) and celebrated accordingly, it dawned upon me in a partially drunk stupor, that I refuse to be satisfied. I refuse to live a life wHere I'm simply satisfied with tHe status quo. Accordingly, I have now begun upon a patH that may lead to my untimely destruction, but definitely will lead to an existence wHere I live my life actually living, not simply existing (as clicHé and used as that phrase may sound), simply because satisfaction is too safe, too easy.I encourage any of you lost readers to live your lives somewhat likewise, actually doing wHatever tHe fuck it is you want to do as opposed to wHat has been prescribed to you by "people wHo know better", cause trust me, they don't know shit. I recognize the cHeesiness of tHis message, but tHe importance of it cannot be overstated, because at tHe end of the day (or night or life or wHatever it is you measure your life by) you're tHe person that Has to live with yourself tHe longest, and I'm sure tHat when you look at yourself in the mirror and see a burnt out, worn down, tired-ass version of yourself that's actually living and loving and making stupid ass mistakes and resounding successes, you'll be the Happiest motherfucker you could possibly be.
I'd like to tHank my friend redacted for being a reflection of the past, a reflection of tHe life wHere existence is simply accepted, and not taken advantage of.
 I believe I've reached tHe end of my ramble, and will tHerefore end as I Have attempted to (witH somewHat limited success it must be admitted) as I Have before, with a musical recommendation.
THe musical recommendation for tHe day is a rather strange one, as it is the one I've spent most time on in tHis entire blog, but it is
Faces by Mac Miller - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FH7oi8ChJfA
and tHe reason for this is simple in and of itself; tHis mixtape was tHe musical beginning of tHe journey tHat brought about this not-so-sudden cHange (a journey tHat by tHe way, was aided by a respectable usage of diverse subtances, judge me as you will).

In conclusion, I leave you witH a deep ass rHetorical question that dawned upon me in my post-alcoHol stupor: WHy do the people tHat actually cHange sHit die young?

RIP A$AP Yams - your death was as unnecessary at it was completely necessary, as it served as a reminder that wHatever we do, we Have to deal with the consequences. Rest Easy.

On a quick, but mucH ligHter note, y'all need to watch Black Dynamite and ArcHer, tHese two animated sHows Have entertained tHe Hell out of me as of late.

Peace

Rap n stuff

Greeting and Salutations my fellow Homo Sapiens Sapiens (something tells me I capitalized unnecessarily on some of those words, BuT FUcK YoUR RUles, i dO wHaT i wANT). It's been a long while since I last wrote, and of course, I apologize for that, but summer vacation has descended upon this land, and I find that having many hours a day where I'm doing absolutely nothing is extremely taxing on my ability to write coherent sentences with any kind of rhyme or rhythm to it all, which incidentally leads me pretty flawlessly into my ze topic of ze day, ze rap music. (get it? rhyme or rhythm? sometimes I wonder why I'm single, I mean seriously, all a woman wants in her life is a man who segues flawlessly isn't it????) But yeah, ze rap music. My latest musical excursion has been a foray into the dark art of Rapping/creating Rap Music, and it's probably been one of the most difficult things I've ever done. I've dabbled with wordsmithery for the last 5-6 years (just like every other pubescent boy who's not good at talking to girls) and even beyond the awkwardly hilariously tragic declaration of love poem, into the more serious, exploration of my mind and the world around me type stuff, and the response on it has always been decent, which of course lead me to believe that I was a l337 MLG PRO HARDCORE 70 PRESTIGE WITH 99 WORDSMITHING ( to you, the gamer in midst of readers,) but rapping has really brought me back down to earth in a most impressive manner. It's "easy" to write a poem (the quotations of course signifying how not easy it is (I'm supplying that little note because some people apparently don't understand quotations, what hell's their problem anyway?),) but rapping in step with a beat and in the kind of tone of voice that fits the music around you is extremely difficult to do well, and it's given me a whole a whole new respect for rappers (good ones at least, I still have no time or space for "I GOT HOES IN DIFFERENT AREA CODES!!" that shit needs to crawl in a hole and die) but good, thought out, musically intelligent rap is a true pleasure to listen to, and I'm hoping to somehow synthesize a bit of what that sounds like in my mind with this new project, which, if all goes well, should have some material on the internezt by this fall (shameless selfplugging like a BAWS.) 

I think that was all I had to say for now about that, and of course, I will try to refrain from making any promises about any times for my posts, as that will crash and burn miserably, however I can say that I probably won't write for a few weeks, as I'm entering an artistic refuge where I plan on writing some deep lyricz for da peepz (seriously though, why the hell am I still single, I'm so damn smooth,) but I assure you, upon my return from my douchy artistic reclusion, I will have much to talk to you, my adored reader, about. Until next time, enjoy my music of the day, which is a song off of Kanye West's new album, which leaked rather serendipitously the same day other competing rap albums leaked, which just proves to me that a leak ain't a leak at all! So so long dear reader, stay safe, and don't be content being an average schnook, be an above-average schnook!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5ZquHiI8wQ  

Feeling Bashful

"A post a week. That's what he promised. A post a week, he said, and we received nothing. A pound of flesh is what we demand, a pound of flesh for his transgressions!" I hope that you, dear reader, understood that multitude of references, cause knowing my irregularity with posting, it might take me a month to explain it in a different post. I won't even apologize for the delay,  cause I know you've come to expect nothing more of me, and that's ok, I love you too. Anyhow, how've you been? (it's funny cause I know you won't be able to fill me in on the on the no doubt fascinating occurrences in your daily life, and if you do, I commend you stubbornness)  Either way, I've been great, so great in fact, that I've couldn't be bothered to write, but such is life. For those of you not heartlinked to me by the great machine known as Facebook, I would like to inform you that I recently turned 17. This is, of course, a big year for me, as the law now allows me to do the exact same things it allowed me to do last year, which is pretty huge of course. I celebrated my coming-of-unimportant-age in style, going to the Distortion festival with a friend, got crunk (as the youth of today so eloquently put it) and then had one of the better band practices I've had so far. The days after that followed the same trend, music, playing and partying to the Distortion festival, just generally having the greatest time I've had in as long time as I can remember.  Anyway, I didn't really want to make that much of a post today, just wanted to keep you up to date on the happenings in my little piece of heaven. This week's piece of music is quite a bit more close to my heart than any of the others, but I genuinely believe that you must listen to it, for it is a musical masterpiece. Pink Floyd has been one of the key bands that I've discovered this year, and look out for these kids they'll be something special one day! (god I'm too funny for my own good) I'm linking Welcome To The Machine for two reasons, one because it's fucking genius song, and also because I early this week met someone that one could call a record label person, and he really represented the machine in a way that I found pretty great. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lt-udg9zQSE

so yeah, that's all for now, stay safe, don't bite any porcupines, cause they will mess your mouth the fuck up, like this dog that's been circulating around the internetz, I want to link a picture, but the very thought of googling it makes me want to roll up into a ball and cry like a little girl, so I'll leave that up to yeah.

Artsy Fartsy

Helloooooooo,

so like remember that time when I said that I would post once every week? Yeah, that didn't happen, and I apologize for that. However, I will say, that if you read my previous post on procrastination, you shouldn't really be that surprised. I'm writing because it dawned upon me that I had made a quasi-promise, and according to great men like James Bond, Jules Verne, and Indiana Jones, a great man ain't great if he doesn't keep his word. (quick disclaimer: I haven't actually thought of a topic for this post yet, I'm just hopelessly filling out space with words while I search my (über cheesy alert) heart for a topic.) (holy shitballs, did I just put a parentheses within a parentheses? I'm not even sure if that's legal #breakinrulesoftheenglishlanguage.) So yeah a topic. I think I've got something.
Today I got to act. It's not the first time, I've acted a bunch of times before ("hell, I played Dr. Martin Luther King jr. in 7th grade!" he said with pride) For some reason though, today it meant a lot more to me. My good friend Preben/Laura had written a so-called play, and when ze time came for ze epic monologue, I froze up and herpderped ( to my older readers (if I have any of those) that means that I went blank for a moment) and that made me seriously reconsider what the hell I was doing. The second time came by, and it actually went pretty reasonably well. It made me think that maybe I can do this acting hullaballoo (btw, the brit that invented that word deserve ALL THE MEDALS). But yeah, my point here is that all this acting business might be something I keep doing for fun, and maybe, if my ego gets really inflated, I might even post some of it of the youtubez, but I doubt that so don't hold your proverbial breath.
The music of the day is a song by my favorite South African composer, Hugh Masekela, who has had a huge influence on how I play, and incidentally how I feel about my African roots and such, which might be the topic for next time, we shall see. Until then, stay safe, watch out the bats cause this is Bat Country, and don't take any guff from these damn swine. Enjoy ze life dear friends!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg8G2SzvAEg

dammit i forgot

In an attempt to create some kind of congruence within posts, I endeavor to, from now on, link some music to each and every post of mine, since that's one of the few things I feel I can express an opinion about each and every day. Having said that, my link for the last post is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFjMeOnqAPI . This is Gary Clark Jr. Gary Clark Jr is epic. I'm going to see Gary Clark Jr live in a month. That makes me very happy. For those of you who live in Copenhagen, the tickets for the concert at still available, and remarkably cheap, so if you want to experience an epic concert with ze present company, I suggest you do so.

Procrastination, to do it or not to do it

Hello hello blogosphere (look at me using clever blogger slang hehehoho).

I choose now to write solely because I have to hide from the biggest written assignment of the year for a little bit, since the very thought of writing even another word about Hamlet and how he's a total wackjob makes me want to smack little children. ( hide yo kids, hide yo wife haha) Incidentally enough, this very desperate ploy to avoid actual work leads me rather elegantly into todays topic: ze procrastination. Yes my dear friends, I've descended to writing about banal topics like procrastination, and there's nothing you can do to stop me muahahaha. See I like to see myself as a master procrastinator (although that is a bit of a misquote because I truly hate it, like seriously wtf??) Being a master procrastinator is hard work though. It demands perfect sync between the body and the mind, where the mind has to be able to communicate to the body swiftly and effectively that we're not getting jackshit done today (pardon the profanity, but then again not really, cause seriously, get over yourself). This lightning fast signalsending is a skill that takes many months to hone, but we are a select few that are simply born with the ability, and it is our job to proliferate, to proselytize (holy god man, look at how beautiful that word is, I just want to walk around saying it all day), to preach our remarkable ways to the people. My point with all this is that I have absolutely no point at all, and just needed to escape the written assignment for as long as possible, in an attempt to somehow let my ideas about the project sit and marinate in my inner brain folds before I reenter the fearsome arena of war and terror and bloodshed that is Windows Word 2013, and the many hundreds of letters that I've typed so far, and more importantly, the many thousands I have yet to type. Until next time my dear friend, my co-traveller of the internets, my compadre in all things wwwrelated, the Chewie to my Han, the Penn to my Teller, the nutella to my bread product, I wish you good day, and good luck.

So like I found this hilarious post, and I was laughing and laughing and laughing, but then I realised that this would never be me, then I was sad. Here's the post: http://metro.co.uk/2013/04/25/omar-borkan-al-gala-meet-the-man-told-to-leave-saudi-arabia-for-being-too-handsome-3666281/