hi. im back. but not for long. im off to boston in like 2 hours. seriously. but i want to quickly talk about someone who has impacted my life in a positive way and has inspired me. im talking, of course about Marlon Brando, who's perfomance in "The Godfather" made him immortal in the film world. just kidding. i actually want to talk about a friend of mine who will be going to a different school starting this semester. i even wrote a haiku about her!
Delilah is cool
that is about all i have
i am a douche bag
haha! thats actually a haiku (5 syllables, then 7, then 5 again)
maby ill have more later... but she will be missed at trevor, and i wish her all of luck for her new school.
peace the fuck out!
-grandmaster douche
ok you can leave
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
end of year, summer and other stories
Dear blog readers, and by blog readers, i mean like, the two people who have visited my site,
this months post is dedicated to two people, two very good friends of mine who are sadly not going to be with me next year as i venture in to the dark foreboding realm of high school. Im talking of course, about Isaac s and Sam h. two kickass dudes. i remember at the schol talent show when isaac and i preformed smells like teen spirit, and gor a standing ovation. and when sam and i created the ultimate 1 minute short films. both sam and isaac are going to fine art schools (lucky fucks). i remember a conversation i had once with isaac and i would like to share it with you all:
me "yo dude i think i just sold my soul to the devil..."
isaac "that sucks dude"
and here's a song we both composed (its called "make love to a cougar"):
i wanna make love to ya, woman!
i wanna make love to a cougar!
i wanna sit you down by the fire!
i wanna sit you down by a cougar!
it went platinum later that year but under the title "love Gravy" you can find it on itunes.
a fun moment i had with sam that i would like to share with you would be this:
me "so sam, whats the name of the art and design school your going to?"
sam "the schol of art and design"
we had such good times together.... oh well, i hope i vcan chill with you guys next year!
so on to the next topic. the government recently let us know that starting sometime in june, we will have something called "summer" where the tempurature is constantly somewhere inbetween 70 and 90 degrees fahrenheit, and the "sun" will do something called "shine". this... is obviously some government propaganda. anyone who lives in the east coast has not seen the sun for 5 days now, and the highest tempurature was 65 degrees fahrenheit. in the words of riley freeman, "dis som mo bullllshit!"
alas, i find myself currently out of inspiration, so i think i will post again later this day.
ciao!
p.s. smoke a dousch, you treehuggin-baby kissin- corporate sellout- flower sniffin- whores!
(an inside joke)
this months post is dedicated to two people, two very good friends of mine who are sadly not going to be with me next year as i venture in to the dark foreboding realm of high school. Im talking of course, about Isaac s and Sam h. two kickass dudes. i remember at the schol talent show when isaac and i preformed smells like teen spirit, and gor a standing ovation. and when sam and i created the ultimate 1 minute short films. both sam and isaac are going to fine art schools (lucky fucks). i remember a conversation i had once with isaac and i would like to share it with you all:
me "yo dude i think i just sold my soul to the devil..."
isaac "that sucks dude"
and here's a song we both composed (its called "make love to a cougar"):
i wanna make love to ya, woman!
i wanna make love to a cougar!
i wanna sit you down by the fire!
i wanna sit you down by a cougar!
it went platinum later that year but under the title "love Gravy" you can find it on itunes.
a fun moment i had with sam that i would like to share with you would be this:
me "so sam, whats the name of the art and design school your going to?"
sam "the schol of art and design"
we had such good times together.... oh well, i hope i vcan chill with you guys next year!
so on to the next topic. the government recently let us know that starting sometime in june, we will have something called "summer" where the tempurature is constantly somewhere inbetween 70 and 90 degrees fahrenheit, and the "sun" will do something called "shine". this... is obviously some government propaganda. anyone who lives in the east coast has not seen the sun for 5 days now, and the highest tempurature was 65 degrees fahrenheit. in the words of riley freeman, "dis som mo bullllshit!"
alas, i find myself currently out of inspiration, so i think i will post again later this day.
ciao!
p.s. smoke a dousch, you treehuggin-baby kissin- corporate sellout- flower sniffin- whores!
(an inside joke)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Musicwasgoodinthe80s - learning how to deal with incompetence
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Friday, April 3, 2009
feeling so low
ugh. i dont even feel like posting right now. i really admire people like TheAmazingAthiest and Gotham Hipster because they post things everyday and they get so many views its uncanny. well as you can see in the title, this months post (right now im doing this monthly because im am really busy, but im working to get this weekly) becoming socially awkward, finding meaning in songs and more. i would like to start of by writing part of the lyrics to the songs "im open" by pearl jam and "sir splendid" by SquareCircle:
Pearl Jam:
a man lies on his bed in a room with no door
he waits hoping for a present something that he'd think would enter
after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared.
he is alive, but feels absolutely nothing. so is he?
and now SquareCircle:
he's here, by himself, all alone.
he didnt think he'd end up here but he did, all alone.
he shouldent take it so hard
'cause he stepped on those who were there, and they tried, but he didn't care
and he took everything for himself
believing music would make him free. what does it mean to be free?
as you can see, both songs are slighly depressing, yet extreemly meaningful. both are about a man, both are about someone beeing shunned from society, and both are about trying so hard to find purpose and meaning in their somewhat insignificant lifes. you see, significance is relative, as is time and motion. in my beliefes, the universe was a result of two very small particles smashing together, thus creating a seemingly "infinitly expending" universe. if you compare the small thins that happen on our small planet to some of the things that happen out there, then you would probably just bask in its glory for a few moments. therefore i conclude todays post
completly off topic:
some wonder why i call this blog "a day in life" because i dont ever talk about what happened in one day, but rather an idea i get on a given day, and use the rest of the week, or month to develope it. there you go!
Pearl Jam:
a man lies on his bed in a room with no door
he waits hoping for a present something that he'd think would enter
after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared.
he is alive, but feels absolutely nothing. so is he?
and now SquareCircle:
he's here, by himself, all alone.
he didnt think he'd end up here but he did, all alone.
he shouldent take it so hard
'cause he stepped on those who were there, and they tried, but he didn't care
and he took everything for himself
believing music would make him free. what does it mean to be free?
as you can see, both songs are slighly depressing, yet extreemly meaningful. both are about a man, both are about someone beeing shunned from society, and both are about trying so hard to find purpose and meaning in their somewhat insignificant lifes. you see, significance is relative, as is time and motion. in my beliefes, the universe was a result of two very small particles smashing together, thus creating a seemingly "infinitly expending" universe. if you compare the small thins that happen on our small planet to some of the things that happen out there, then you would probably just bask in its glory for a few moments. therefore i conclude todays post
completly off topic:
some wonder why i call this blog "a day in life" because i dont ever talk about what happened in one day, but rather an idea i get on a given day, and use the rest of the week, or month to develope it. there you go!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
good times, nostalgia.....
of course, i don't expect anyone to read any of this due to the fact that nowadays, no one gives a fuck about reality anymore and that goes as much for commercialism as does it for the music industry, which is what this blog will mostly be about. nowadays, people really don't care if something is fake because they are using it to put food on the table. no. fuck that. they don't get by with what they do, they become millionaires and that makes me so sick to my stomach because these days, people forget the Beatles and the Stones because the jonas brothers are in town this month!!! fuck. people like the Jonas brothers and Miley Cirus are ruining music. thats not what rock is! that music doesnt give you the feeling. it makes you fucking puke. so without further adue, here is my most humble blog. if you dissagree with what i said above, sorry. well, no not sorry. its just my oppinion. theres a latin saying: de gustibus non est disputandum. it means that you cant argue about taste. if you like those corporate sellouts, then fine. support them and watch music change forever. now i will stop my bitch-fit. sorry. (p.s. if you in any way dont like homosexuals, people of other religions or skin color, get the fuck out please, and take some tolorance classes.)
today i had quite a burst of sudden nostalgia, that was as much unexpected as it was depressing. it started in a store called "Bleeker Street Records" where i was looking to buy a CD, as one would expect. i found something pretty cool, in a matter of fact. a rare album by nirvana called "incesticide" and im listening to it right now as a matter of fact. while i was reading kurt cobains thank you's and notes, i realized... this was a long time ago!! long before kurt fell into a depression that would later cause him to take his own life (R.I.P. kurt). in his suicide note, he said that he couldent appreciate his fans lately because nirvana had become bigger than they wanted (ig, like a sellout). but in this letter that was in the Cd i bought, he was happy! he was talking about how much he loved his fans for supporting them and how he loved his goddess of a wife courtney love and how he was so blessed to be able to play with other skilled musicians. reading this brought me to the edge of tears. a happy, care free kurt..... :P well anyway, if you ever get your hands on incesticide, then please take the time to read the thingy in the front. it will make you happy. if you listed carefully, you can also notice that he sings with a happier tone and the songs on this album are all around positive. the reason i call this post "good times, nostalgia....." is because, well, this was back in a time when forms of life were still happy and WW2 was done, and vietnam was done, and free love was in full effect! good times, good times.... once again, sorry about the bitching up there, this is meant to be a happy blog :)
today i had quite a burst of sudden nostalgia, that was as much unexpected as it was depressing. it started in a store called "Bleeker Street Records" where i was looking to buy a CD, as one would expect. i found something pretty cool, in a matter of fact. a rare album by nirvana called "incesticide" and im listening to it right now as a matter of fact. while i was reading kurt cobains thank you's and notes, i realized... this was a long time ago!! long before kurt fell into a depression that would later cause him to take his own life (R.I.P. kurt). in his suicide note, he said that he couldent appreciate his fans lately because nirvana had become bigger than they wanted (ig, like a sellout). but in this letter that was in the Cd i bought, he was happy! he was talking about how much he loved his fans for supporting them and how he loved his goddess of a wife courtney love and how he was so blessed to be able to play with other skilled musicians. reading this brought me to the edge of tears. a happy, care free kurt..... :P well anyway, if you ever get your hands on incesticide, then please take the time to read the thingy in the front. it will make you happy. if you listed carefully, you can also notice that he sings with a happier tone and the songs on this album are all around positive. the reason i call this post "good times, nostalgia....." is because, well, this was back in a time when forms of life were still happy and WW2 was done, and vietnam was done, and free love was in full effect! good times, good times.... once again, sorry about the bitching up there, this is meant to be a happy blog :)
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