Valentine’s Day cannot reflect love. It is a coercive cultural ritual that compels individuals to show affection with gifts and candy (people can buy whatever they want.) Individuals compel their partner to show their love. Philosophers work from principles, and reason, so I devised a syllogism on love that invalidates Valentine’s Day. Here is the proof:
Emotions cannot be coerced
And love is an emotion
Therefore, love cannot be coerced.
And working from that;
Love cannot reflect coercion,
And Valentines Day is coercive.
Therefore, Valentines Day cannot reflect love. People who think it does are sorely mistaken.
I decided to post post up my cover of Nutshell by Alice in Chains today. I recorded it last night with my acoustic guitar and a regular microphone in Sony Acid. The vocal/guitar balance is a little off, but it does the job.
I had the song right until in the second verse I flubbed the lyric "My gift of self is raped." when I said "My sense of self is raped." This does detract from the song, but hopefully you can enjoy it despite that.
The other day, I wrote a part of journal entry about a Bill Hicks performance. It was his infamous Heckler video where he completely loses it on an audience member. I thought it would be fun to write about for my creative non-fiction class.
Here it is:
I watched my favourite comedian Bill Hicks all day today. He’s one of my best friends at the moment, just for his brutal honesty about everything. He tells the real truth about politics and the puppetry, and attacks the American dream and the phony war on drugs. He is my hero, the dark poet. He is frequently booed and heckled on stage because, ironically, he always ends up playing in front of the wrong audience in the States. He’s booked in the backwoods like Baton Rouge Louisiana, the places where the folks living there don’t understand his material. I watched a video today from Bill Hicks in a small club in Georgia. One drunk woman yells “you suck” at him. He ends up calling her a drunk bitch and a cunt and ends up going on a very long rant. Yet, afterwards he says with much self awareness “Gee Bill, you’re digging yourself into quite a hole here. You’ve been running around yelling: I’m a drunk cunt, I’m a drunk cunt. That’s original material Bill, never seen a comedian ever do that!Is there a punch line here Bill?” IT’S HILARIOUS. How he can sit down and make fun of himself that way.
Later another heckler interrupts him yelling “Freebird!” as a request. Bill then chastises him on how he’s getting nowhere in interrupting him and acting like a drunken idiot. Bill yells “This is where we are again! You interrupting me you fucking idiot! This is where you: the fucking peon masses, can once again ruin anyone who tries to do anything, because you don’t know how to do it on your own! That’s where we’re at! Once again the useless waste of fucking flesh that has ruined everything good in this goddamned world!” Bill is getting furious. He then screams at the top of his lungs while rolling on the ground that Hitler had the right idea, but he was an underachiever. “KILL ‘EM ALL ADOLF! BLACK, JEW, AMERICAN, WHITE! THE EXPERIMENT DIDN’T WORK!” Watching Bill express his frustrations with such eloquence is great catharsis for today. For I think like Bill sometimes, and it’s great to watch someone else say the things you are too inhibited to say.
Okay. Just recently I have taken a liking to this song. I'm not sure if it's the melodic baseline, Layne Staley's unmistakable vocals, or because Alice in Chains has such an influence on modern melodic rock bands.
I found this a few days ago watching Theory of a Deadman instrumentally cover it before moving into one of their better known songs. Later I found Staind doing an amazing acoustic cover too.
Nutshell Lyrics: We chase misprinted lies We face the path of time And yet I fight And yet I fight This battle all alone No one to cry to No place to call home
Oooh... Oooh... Oooh... Oooh...
My gift of self is raped My privacy is raked And yet I find And yet I find Repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead
Oooh... Oooh... Oooh... Oooh...
Nutshell is a song probably fueled by Staley's heroin addiction. The isolation, the deceit, the loneliness, the battle of addiction, this song is him in a nutshell. His paranoia dilutes his privacy, and rapes the person he is. The ending line of this song states "If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead." This culminates the struggle. He's losing himself, because heroin is eating away who he is. Death is the end of his detachment.
When reading another blogger's posts, I've recently discovered a program called poladroid. It's a realistic polaroid generator that takes ordinary photos and romance them with the subtle tints and hues of a polaroid camera. I love it! I've been playing around with it for a few days now.
Hello, I am Jarrett. I love making videos and taking photographs for the sake of art and creativity. I am considering film school of some sort, because I would love to get into that industry.
Reading is also a passion. Anything Canadian or unconventional. The Watch That Ends The Night is a fave Canlit, since a Tragically Hip song is based around it.
I am a writer. I like writing ekphrasis and fragmented memoirs, and poetry. As well as articles, reviews and historical documentary.
I'm a songwriter. I like to think of songwriting as poetry set to music.
"Poetry: the best words in the best order."
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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