Tuesday, January 20, 2009


Soo... seeing how my room needed a little musical infusion and how i am currently lacking in the money area, i got bored enough to chop up construction paper and glue them carefully together and create my own pop art! I may not have been as accurate as I might have wanted... sorry John is a little fat...


Monday, January 19, 2009

TOP 20

So i like lists! Especially lists of my favorite musicians. They are always changing, even from day to day, so don't think these lists are set in stone or anything. This is just what i feel like right now.

This is the list of the top 20 rock vocalists.
get ready....

20. Trey Anastaiso
The lead singer for Phish. Simply because he can talk so flippen fast!! Llama. What is that man even saying?? plus he has a interesting quality.

19. Ozzy Osbourne
Yeah yeah. But you gotta admit, early on, Sabbath rocked. He can wail.

18. Jerry Garcia
His acid drenched vocals have interesting texture. And he jams.

17. John Lennon
What a fetching stud. Idk if he necessarily has the range of a lot of singers, but his accent and the raspiness make my gypsy soul smile sooo big every time. I miss john.

16. Neil Young
Whats so good about Neil Young? Hes just the best thats what. CSNY...with those irresistibly tight harmonies, and him blasting out how mad he is about how they cut down the forest to make a piece of crap. Yess.

15. Robert Johnson
Specifically, on the song Stop Breaking Down Blues he hits some pretty high ones. And hes black so that always gives vocals that interesting, earthy tone. Simple and sweet, Robert Johnson is blues stripped right down the soul.

14. John Anderson
He has a interesting quality. Its eery and creeps you. Which is bomb.

13. Frank Zappa
He goes so low! and its so rich and creamy and just flows over you with pounding bass and wailing saxophone (especially on Hot Rats) it just reverberates your nuggets. (whatever those are). Nanook Rubs it epitomises his vocal tendrils that crimple along the tundra, mile after mile....

12. Stevie Windwood
Before he, as lopez so precisely puts it puts it, "fell down the slippery slope of cheese."
He was a blues man, with Traffic and Blind Faith and Spencer Davis Group. He could jam. but sadly.... was lost...

11. Bob Dylan
OMG hes the BEST. I'm kinda sad i didn't put him higher. But, i was trying to keep the list true and keep the best ones for range AND quality. But Mr. Dylan works in about one octave, sadly. But i still love love love him. The nasal inflicted vocals and the way he stresses the wrong syllable and the way he pronounces things. Its like hes taking short cuts. He wins for hottest voice.

10. Grace Slick
The singer for Jefferson Airplane. I'm glad they had the decency to change their name as they started to suck it up. She has kinda a creepy little voice going on. White Rabbit. I like the whole psychedelic feel about her.

9. Gordon Lightfoot
Bomb. So easily recognisable. Trademark. He just reminds me of an Indian warrior. He even has an Indian name! I can totally see him dancing around a fire. Hey-ya-ehy-yahe-oh-eyh-ya-eh!!

8. Jim Morrison
Yeah yeah pompous prance-around-the-stage-with-my-shirt-off pretty boy. But ignore that and just listen to the way the grinds up chords in the deepest part of his throat. Deep, velvety melodies...

7. John Fogherty
He wails. Period. I love his little nasally typish thing hes got going on. Hes got the nitty gritty gravel that he caries with him in many octaves. Starting to get some range here...

6. Rod Stuart
Until he discovered spandex and hair spray, this dude rocked yo! Why oh why did the 80s have t to be so cruel?

5. Freddie Murcury
I know, he had those little outfits too. But hes got the vibrato and the grit and he can sell you some soul man. Not soul like wheat field soul, but hes got some guts behind his vocals. He will rock you. Which is their lamest song i might add.

4. Janis Joplin
I think shes the only woman who has the masculinity to truly pull off rock vocals. Pat Benetar and Heart just... no. She puts her entire being into each song she sings. So much rasp and soul and grit and just dude! she pours her soul into you man. Shes one fine hippie chick doing her thang.

3. Paul McCartney
YESss. Hes got the range and the diversity. He can be polished and clean and clear and beautiful, or he can freaking rip it to you in Oh Darling. Gosh brings you to your knees every time. He can soar so nice and floaty up to those high ones. Genius. British accents are attractive, so very attractive. Bloody Brilliant.

2. Robert Plant
i know. WHAT? but.... he just hasn't held up like he should have and it just isn't the same on live recordings to continue to hold the coveted title of #1. Hes still the man though. He revolutionized and basically invented rock and roll, infusing the blues and all that is good and pure in this world with giant grinding chords constructed by the blessed Jimmy Page. He can snatch those high ones right outta the air and permeate your soul with grit and grime that leave your mind blown all over your face. But that's what happens when you listen to music of this calibre.

1. Burton Cummings
Idk if there is even words. Burt will put it to you. You just...ahhg. the best song like ever, New Mother Nature. American Woman. He starts out... slowly pushing just the right stuff out your speakers, his hippie scat pronouncing around in beautiful sneakily little ways around you re bewildered soul. What is to come next!? Randys little riff and the grunt of all grunts, deep and guttural, and its all let loose. Blam. He fretching wails yo. Feeds your soul! Your back teeth float in the vigor and vim that is folk rock. Woo boy i think i just made a poopies.


Like everybody i guess, I've had a lot of weird dreams. The earliest dream i can remember having was about that green Mask guy. Remember him? Well i guess i had seen him somewhere and he being this super creeper dude with green skin and a stretchy face, i had this retarded nightmare about him. He had trapped me and my kid brother in the basement and he was trying to get us to come into his cartoon world and join him in villainous deeds. But, of course, me being all noble and crap, didn't want to and pushed this huuge red button which turned the middle of the room into a swirling vortex of terror and sucked the Mask dude back where he came from! It doesn't sound so scary right? but to a like 7 year old chick who isn't fond of stretchy green faces maybe.
Then you have those reoccurring dreams like the one where you fall and fall down the stairs or that one where you try and TRY to pick up that stupid baby but you cant ever grasp it and it slips out of your hands again and again.
Dreams tend to be on emotional steroids. Things are ten times more freaky.
The scariest dreams I can remember having isn't like that. Like when you wake up all clammy and can sleep for the rest of the night and then in the morning you tell everyone about your horrific night and you feel really stupid because it was about dinosaurs chasing you at recces.
What was a horrible nightmare turned out to just be slightly unpleasant.
But this dream. its like different man. I still get creeped because this one. It even had a plot and everything. it was like a short movie. I'm going to try and tell it and get everything across....eeep...

You pan across a Field, and as plane crash comes into view, the date 1993 comes flashes at the bottom of the screen (i hate when movies do that! figure it out yourself! but whatever). You zoom into the plane and you see that it is very on fire and that the passengers are almost all evacuated. You cut so you see the inside of the plane as the seemingly last person climbs out of the plane from amongst the burning wreckage covering her face with her shirt to filter out the smoke.
but then you see the flight attendant running down the isle and you turn to the right and see there is still a man, sitting, facing the window so his face is turned away from you. The flight attendant lady rushes up to him and says Sir! We need to get out! Sir! Sir? And he suddenly jerks toward the flight lady and you cut really fast to a closer shot of the dudes face then closer again and then all of a sudden his hair is all wiggly and he opens his mouth unimaginably wide (just wide enough to be exaggerated but not overly so. just the right amount to give you the general feeling of wrongness) and like little maggot grub dudes swarm out of his mouth and start flooding into his hair and then you realize that his hair is made of the maggots and they squirm and wriggle and writhe and then he lets out this large piercing scream and it zooms into his mouth and blacks out but the scream still echos and reverberates around.
Then you pan up on a school yard. The word 'present' flashes at the bottom of the screen. You see a pale girl swinging on a swing, gently rocking. A couple of other boys run up to her and try to take her swing but she just stares down at the ground. One of the boys tries to shake her outta the swing and now you can see that the girl is so pale because her skin is old film its all grainy and jittery and white. All of a sudden she snaps or something and shoots outta the swing and its just a flash of the degraded film as the same scream heard before lurches through you, penetrating and haunting. Then you cut to the principals office and the girl is sitting all jerkily on the infamous principals office chair, swinging her legs. You can hear adults talking in the background. You creep down the hallway, past the nurses office, and into where the girls mother and the principal are talking. You hear the principal say in hushed, bushiness like tones they needed dental records to identify the body. Dental records. The mother just holds her face in her hands. The principal continues in the same
forced sympathetic manner and goes on about how arrangements have been made and how it may be prudent to stay as far away as possible from the little boys family and the school and possibly the entire state state. Then he asks the girls mother if she knows how the girl did this to someone. It flashes to the play ground, and you see a hard brown crumply thing by the swings and the other little boys running toward the school. You start to zoom in as the girl walks calmly back to the swing and starts to drift in the wind again. Then the crumpled shape on the ground comes into focus and you see its a mangled and charred little boy, every inch of his skin cauterized and burned. You cut back to the girl in the chair and she just sits and continues to stare at the floor, her long black and white fuzzy grainy hair shrouding her face in shadows. She looks up, and one little green maggot crawls outta her mouth and hides itself in her long blurred hair.

See. Told you it was creeped.

Jackson Climbing Gym

Jackson Climbing Gym
a sweet boldering problem. a huge dino going on there.