Popes and Things

So I know this isn't really about music at all, but as most of you know, a new pope was elected yesterday. I won't really say much about this except that he's quite a bit too conservative for my taste, and that the old one looked like The Emperor from Star Wars, which makes him at least 10 times more epic. I strongly believe that this is how the "election" went down, and they played it to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfPg_GzC-HA

I leave you with a mental image of cardinals and bishops dancing the hokey-pokey. If that's not a hoot, I don't know what is!

awesome friends

So some of my friends in my class have really epic-tastic blogs (they all do, but I especially enjoy these), and in the interest of being a real bro-seph, I wanted to show them to you. The first one is Astrid, she's got soul from head to toe. The second one is LauraPreben, she writes about her friend Binzer, and yeaaah she's crazy! Enjoy the goodies



Astrid - http://1hastrid.blogspot.dk/

Preben - http://1hpreben.blogspot.dk

So like music

Hello again world (again with the pompousness, I swear this is going to become a recurring theme in this blog escapade.)As I reread my last post, I feel like I sounded like the most rude and arrogant little man ever, and I apologize for that. I realize (perhaps a little late) that sarcastic tone is hard to get across in text, so yeah, my bads.

So I spent the better part of the days after my last post trying to figure out what on earth to write about, and it only really struck me now. In the middle of math class (my priorities are interesting like that.)
So yeah, music. 

As I alluded to in my last post, I am a musician (or at least I like to think I am) and this of course has changed my life. But I'm not going to talk about me just yet. (Ok yes I am but it'll indirect so don't pay attention to that.) I wish more people played music, cause then I wouldn't have to use words so much. Music is the single language where you can communicate with literally anybody, as long as they're willing to listen. If everyone spoke music, we wouldn't have to fumble over words and languages and translations and all that jazz (heh). If everyone spoke music, I could go up to a groovy chick,http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNHx27sSdrk (god I can't believe I used that phrase, but I'm trying to appeal to a broad demographic here) play a sweet little lick that conveys how I feel, and she'd either play a sweet lick back if she dug it, or stay silent if she didn't. (Ok enough appealing to 80's soul brothers and sisters, it's not like they're going to read this thing anyhow.)
 My point is that I really wish that I could communicate musically with everyone, which I suppose is why I want my music to succeed, so I can communicate with the masses. Without words. Words suck. They suck butt. Like hippo butt. Like this butt: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQCQ4nvn3Is
peace, love coconuts and passion fruits (mmmmmmm passion)


Ps. (cause I can): I plan on getting tattoos on my arms (cause I'm a foolish youth who has no concept of the permanence of tattoos, and how it could affect my life.) I'll link them so you can look at them and tell me what you think. If you feel like it. It's fine if you dont. Like really, it's cool.

So it occured to me that I actually have had a moment of inspiration of wordsmithery about music, so I shall link that here: https://www.facebook.com/notes/paakow-tawiah/read-this-or-dont-either-way-im-writing-it-its-up-to-you-whether-you-want-to-rea/1015117042279117

Love, peace, papaya, and oranges!

C

Hello world, (although it is pretty pompous to assume that the whole world is somehow going to read this blog tomfoolery, but yeah, I digress!)  I never got the whole blog thing, this I must admit, but in an attempt to placate my teacher of the mutated offspring of West Germanic and Anglo-Frisian tribal languages (English), who hath bestowed this grand quest upon quests on my meek and willing shoulders, I kneel to the powers that be. (tl;dr: I'm only doing this because my English teacher is making me.) Anyhow, introductions. My name is, officially Seyram Papa Ekow (Paakow) Tawiah, but since we've been through so much together already, you may call me Paakow. I'm 16 years old, and currently spend my time in the great city of Copenhagen, Denmark. By spend my time, I of course mean that I live here, with my mother and my uniquely devilish twin sisters, whom I will no doubt mention at a later date. I currently study at the Saint Anne school, where I study music, history and multiple languages. Vous savez, je parle le danois, le francais, et l'anglais parfaitemment, parce que je suis un vrai linguiste. "Aaaaaagh, he spoke french, and I don't know what to do!" Calm yourself dear friend, I just glorified myself and my ego in french, one of three languages I speak. So yeah, music. Music is what I do for fun, and, most of the time, for a "living." I can't really put to words how I feel about music exactly, but I will try in later posts, when I feel that wordsmithery is what I feel like doing. I play the trombone (yes, I chose the instrument myself) and I also play guitar and sing on occasion to large crowds like the mirror in my room, the posters in my room, or, when I'm feeling really adventurous, the books in my room. Oooh books, that's another thing. As you may have deduced from my rather odd intro, I am a history freak. Like pretty intensely so. I find so much inspiration in history, so much depth and excitement in the fact that the effects of the Seven Years War (a war that actually lasted 9, or arguably even 13 years) still can be felt today, and still affect us today. History is the web of threads that binds all of humanity together, and we shouldn't take that for granted. Sorry if that got a little preachy, I do that at times. So now that you know about maybe 10% about me, I think I'll end this here, knowing that the general attention span of people in our generation is VERY short, but yeah. Peace, loves, pineapples and mangos.