This week has been quite interesting, mainly because I've seen so much of it I guess. Sleeping is becoming increasingly more difficult, but I'll get enough sleep when I'm dead I suppose.
This last weekend I visited my grandparents in Vernon, Tx. Quite possibly the least asthetically pleasing town in the Northern half of Texas, but they don't actually live IN Vernon. They live on a farm about 15 miles outside of the town, and being there is like being a character in a Norman Rockwell painting or perhaps the protaganist in a Woody Guthrie song. The whole atmosphere bleeds 1950's era, "Eisenhower-styled" living. My grandfather still farms at the ripe old age of 76. I'm not talking about hobby farming, I'm talking, get up at 5am, jump on the tractor and plow-till-sunset-farming. The old man is a machine and he is completely in control of all the maintenance and intricasies that come with running a farm. My grandmother gets up every morning at the same time he does and cooks him breakfast, then lunch, and when he comes in from the days work, supper is waiting at the table for him. They say old German prayers before and after every meal, and read verses from the Good Book before and after every meal on Sunday's, because "Sunday's are for the Lord,"...thankful for everything they possess and feeling blessed just to live another day...a simple life. My grandmother tends to her vegatables and flowers in her garden on a daily basis. They have a herd of cats whose sole purpose is to catch and kill mice and any other vermin who might think they want to occupy the premises. The dog's sole purpose is to alert them of unexpected visitors, animal or human. She gets a rib bone every day, and is efficient at her job. Everything on the farm has a purpose and that purpose fits into a unique little system that I find compelling. Awesome...a true rarity-renegade lifestyle in today's gorge-yourself-stock-full-of-meaningless-shit-rat-fuckers-world...
As much as the difference in age and lifestyle separate myself from my grandfather, we agree on lot's of issues. Particularly his viewpoint on government. My grandfather is completely and utterly paranoid about where our governement is taking us. He comes from the old school, back when the Democrats used to be the "party of the people." Now, he thinks they're liberal socialists with a censoring-control agenda. This was the guy who fought in the Phillipines and saw the Communists take over at the end of the war, and how they wrestled control over the people and instituted the "all for the good of the nation" type hysteria that Communism produces. But just like all other forms of true Communism, it didn't work. But wait, he offers no love towards the other full-of-shit party. He can't stand the right-wing greed and the veil of theocracy and moral compassing they hide behind. He compares this administration to the Nixon administration, with its lies and complete bullshit artists that mislead the public into thinking that we are the good guys in a never-ending fight for truth, and justice, spanning the globe with their war-mongering.
He tends to carry a more alarmist attitude about our future than I, but he sees the end of it all in sight. In some ways, I think he may have a point. He sat me down this weekend, and being that we discuss politics quite a bit, he confided in me what he thought, like he was giving a warning to the end of order. He said, "You know it's up to your generation to make this country right again. The generation between your's and mine, made a damn mess of this nation, and it's only getting worse. It's going to take monumental reform, and your generation is, I fear, the only one who will have that last chance." I hated to tell him this, but the system is in place to keep reform from rearing its ugly head. If anything, our political system is locked up, and the key has been thrown away. That's a negative attitude I suppose, but it's a two-headed monster. The two-party system is so entrenched that if anyone who had ideas of actual reform and could possibly bring this type of change would be driven out like a stray dog. Despite their differences, the two parties need each other. After all it's better to share control than to relinquish it altogether, they need each other like leaches need blood. And there's no difference, despite what you might think. It's not what they tell you, it's what they do. That's what makes me so uneasy, is that the average American doesn't know this blatantly obvious fact. Enough political rambling...I really hate it...with a passion...
So, I'm going up to Oklahoma this weekend to kick it with my cousin Will. He's been interning at a range and wildlife foundation in Ardmore, Oklahoma. Catching and releasing fish is his job. What the fuck? They pay him for it too. It's not quite that simple, they do a little research, but shit man...fishing for a living? Sign me up...
Funny thing about Oklahoma is there is nothing really funny about it. In fact, there's not really much to it at all. What is Oklahoma known for? Too far south to be considered a part the Great Plains, too far west to be in the Mississippi Valley, and too far east to actually be considered the Great Southwest. They're like Texas' little deaf-mute brother! Why do you think the whole state spontaneously combusts eveytime OU whips UT's ass in Dallas. But I swear to everything that is holy, I have an absolute friggin' blast anytime I go up there. I can't tell you how many times I've gone up there and had spring-break-like fun! Shit man, Oklahoma is a fucking riot, I don't know what all this boring-shit talk is about! So if you're ever in need of some rodeo class debauchery, head to Oklahoma...yeah that's right, Oklahoma!!
I'll see you this weekend Will.
Cory Will
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
Twist the Knife
For all the curses in the world,
None compare to what I heard.
Today you're words cut like a cold steel blade,
By my own hands this situation made.
Damned to all, for reasons I knew,
It's what you said..."He reminds me of you..."
None compare to what I heard.
Today you're words cut like a cold steel blade,
By my own hands this situation made.
Damned to all, for reasons I knew,
It's what you said..."He reminds me of you..."
You and Me
I saw you tonight,
Rather accidently...
I saw you with him...
The boy who's replaced me.
You went out tonight,
Got your drinks for free.
Doing the things that used to be,
Only for you and me.
I parked under the skyline,
Smoked the distance away.
Not too far from you,
But forever in a way...
My radio was on,
But your ears didn't hear.
Over your head, the drifting songs,
But I guess mercy flies too high to reach.
I came to say bye,
Before you flee.
But no resolution,
On nights of brevity.
Too many drinks,
Not enough sleep.
Quite by accident,
I stumbled to see...
The boy in your life,
Who used to be me.
Now I stare at the walls,
Waiting for ease.
While my twisting stomach,
Rocks me to sleep..
Having nightmares of what used to be,
Replaced in the world of you and me.
Rather accidently...
I saw you with him...
The boy who's replaced me.
You went out tonight,
Got your drinks for free.
Doing the things that used to be,
Only for you and me.
I parked under the skyline,
Smoked the distance away.
Not too far from you,
But forever in a way...
My radio was on,
But your ears didn't hear.
Over your head, the drifting songs,
But I guess mercy flies too high to reach.
I came to say bye,
Before you flee.
But no resolution,
On nights of brevity.
Too many drinks,
Not enough sleep.
Quite by accident,
I stumbled to see...
The boy in your life,
Who used to be me.
Now I stare at the walls,
Waiting for ease.
While my twisting stomach,
Rocks me to sleep..
Having nightmares of what used to be,
Replaced in the world of you and me.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Matters of the Heart
The funny thing about love is that it is a dynamic of polar opposites. It can swing momentum at a moments notice and lies on such a broad plain, that it is sometimes hard to define. There are so many levels of love and all of them, or most all of them have been explained in one way or another through literature, art, music, etc. People who prefer scientific reason over wonder, find that love is a mathematic entity that can be quantified by the milliliters of hormones that drip through our system and into our brains causing these "emotions." They also tend to believe that you can control these hormones with a concentrated effort of "mind over matter." That they can somehow avoid the trials and attachments that love sometimes brings, or that they can gather only a sense of enjoyment for something or someone they love just because it exists and gives them pleasure, without real attachment. Those who prefer wonder over reason seem to be those who get lost in love. Love sometimes swallows these people. The whims and pleasantries that love brings is (you might think) what these people live and die for. Consequently, these people are usually hit the hardest by the torture that love can bring to the table.
There are different kinds of love. For instance, I love music. It is an abstract type of love. It's not an applied or practical love by any means, because it is without a secure attachment to my heart, but more to my mind. I like the way it makes me think, and offers an avenue for expression. I am astonished by what can be accomplished by it and amazed at the unique structure of every song. It appeals to my intellectual side and I really think it keeps me from insanity. It's like an engine treatment that you put in your gas tank in your car. When all the other shit is coursing through your brain, music comes in and breaks up the clogs so that it all flows through more clearly. It's this kind of stagnant love that we have in the small details of everyday life. Like a love of a certain kind of restaurant or the way our car shines after its been through the wash...you love that.
I also love my parents/family. This kind of love is probably the most rooted love in someone's heart. Like a default love that is seemingly always there. Now this is not the case for everybody, but it is for me, and for that I am fortunate. It is a comforting love that feels like home. Like a magentic north for my "progenic compass." It's a dependable love and one that is as reliable as the seasons changing. No matter the circumstance I know that love is always there and always will be even when we no longer exist. One of my best friends found out that he is going to be a father soon. He will soon be going through this type of love albeit from a different perspective. But the love of beautiful creation that he and his wife will soon be experiencing is an astonishing kind of love. It is what they call unconditional. It is given no matter the conditions at hand. No matter what that kid looks like, talks like, succeeds, and fails at, he/she will have an unconditional love from his parents and in turn, he/she will return that rooted love for them. From a worldly point of view, it's probably the most firm foundation one can build a life upon. It's a transcendent love, but yet it seems so simple and guaranteed; almost eternal.
Then there is the love for friends. This love is sparked from comraderie and fulfilled in the passing of life itself. Friends come and go, and this type of bond doesn't seem as guaranteed as that of a family, but in it's purest moments, a person can feel that they have found someone else in this world who shares their interests and "knows" them. Most friendships are usually bound at the beginning by similar interests. It's funny that often times the lifetime of these friendships is directly associated with what they were founded on. Since people are an ever-changing animal, these interests and bonds are sometimes broken. But when they are based on something more burdenless and meaningful we are fortunate to see them last and prosper throughout the years. Friends who share interests that are more founded, seem to always have that line of connection no matter the circumstance. Sure it silences at times because of the intricacies of life that we get ourselves involved in, but it always seems that these types of friendships can be picked up where they last left off without skipping a beat. I believe a person is fortunate to have a handful of these types of friendships in a lifetime.
Then there is the love of a significant other...probably the most difficult type of love to breakdown, diagram, and develop a theory about. This is the type of love that at times seems like it is the most rewarding by far, and simultaneously can be the hardest thing that a person ever goes through. The emotions involved with a significant other can range on every point in the spectrum. Floating tenderness to blinding rage can be the nature of this type of love. Why is it that the person who makes you the happiest in the world can also bring you the most pain? When love is on the positive end of the spectrum, you feel as though there is no explanation for the feeling other than that its a gift from divinity. On the downside of that feeling it can feel as though Hell has released its vengeance inside your head. Many people over-analyze it and that can be a hindrance to seeing the truest form of itself. Other's over-simplify it and never truly "put themselves out there" to realize what it is in it's truest form. The problem with it is that if both people aren't on the "same page," they're days are usually numbered. Even when every other detail within their relationship is pointing for success, they sometimes can't make it work, and it's mind-numbing trying to figure out the reasons for it. Battling back and forth, pushing and pulling, trying to get your point accross can make for a weary heart. This almost leads me to believe that this type of love is inherently selfish. Everyone wants love on their own terms...and to quote the "great movie"...it's the only terms anyone knows...their own. It's hard to convince someone of something within the conventions of relationships when they don't want to hear it, or can't let themselves believe what you're saying, because it's normally out of selfish wants, or even worse they feel you are being selfish and they won't let you get close because of the fear of being hurt.
On the flip-side of this negativity is the great joy that is derived from this type of love. When you finally meet someone that you feel could be that person you've always waited for...that someone who fits you like two jigsaw puzzle pieces...like you're making you're place with that special person in this big, jigsaw puzzle world. Those feelings of the first date, and the first kiss, and the first everything with this new, exciting person feels like the first of all firsts because it's with them. And even though, you may have done these things a thousand times with people in past relationships that ended in failure, you still feel that this "first time" is the real first time. Just knowing that someone is there who is you're other half...I can imagine is a comforting feeling. I don't necessarily know that feeling yet, but someday I would hope too. It's amazing when things start clicking and the ball starts rolling and you develop these almost consious ideas about yourself being attached to that person for the remainder of your existence, when in many cases that end result couldn't be further from the reality of the situation. Nevertheless, it's a good feeling to have. It's what makes this type of love exciting and worth the effort. Anyways, like I said, this type of love is hard to theorize, if not impossible.
It's funny how all of these types of worldly love bring something different to the table, and how they each affect you in a different way. There are other types, but these are the most prominent in my life right now, and each of them is affecting me in a certain way right now. The way to deal with each separate type is quite a struggle because none of them are congruent...at least not in my situation. Of course there is the matter of the Divine Love, the love of a higher power, but that could be a completely different blog dedicated to that prospectus alone. I guess the important thing to remember is that most of us are fortunate to have one or all of these types and the others in our lives...and even when that thought escapes us and we are floundering for something to hold onto, we can rest assured that it will eventually seek us out and find us again...
Damn, I wish I wasn't so drunk...
I guess I'm off to go hug a tree...all this love talk...piss off...
Fair Evening,
Cory Will
There are different kinds of love. For instance, I love music. It is an abstract type of love. It's not an applied or practical love by any means, because it is without a secure attachment to my heart, but more to my mind. I like the way it makes me think, and offers an avenue for expression. I am astonished by what can be accomplished by it and amazed at the unique structure of every song. It appeals to my intellectual side and I really think it keeps me from insanity. It's like an engine treatment that you put in your gas tank in your car. When all the other shit is coursing through your brain, music comes in and breaks up the clogs so that it all flows through more clearly. It's this kind of stagnant love that we have in the small details of everyday life. Like a love of a certain kind of restaurant or the way our car shines after its been through the wash...you love that.
I also love my parents/family. This kind of love is probably the most rooted love in someone's heart. Like a default love that is seemingly always there. Now this is not the case for everybody, but it is for me, and for that I am fortunate. It is a comforting love that feels like home. Like a magentic north for my "progenic compass." It's a dependable love and one that is as reliable as the seasons changing. No matter the circumstance I know that love is always there and always will be even when we no longer exist. One of my best friends found out that he is going to be a father soon. He will soon be going through this type of love albeit from a different perspective. But the love of beautiful creation that he and his wife will soon be experiencing is an astonishing kind of love. It is what they call unconditional. It is given no matter the conditions at hand. No matter what that kid looks like, talks like, succeeds, and fails at, he/she will have an unconditional love from his parents and in turn, he/she will return that rooted love for them. From a worldly point of view, it's probably the most firm foundation one can build a life upon. It's a transcendent love, but yet it seems so simple and guaranteed; almost eternal.
Then there is the love for friends. This love is sparked from comraderie and fulfilled in the passing of life itself. Friends come and go, and this type of bond doesn't seem as guaranteed as that of a family, but in it's purest moments, a person can feel that they have found someone else in this world who shares their interests and "knows" them. Most friendships are usually bound at the beginning by similar interests. It's funny that often times the lifetime of these friendships is directly associated with what they were founded on. Since people are an ever-changing animal, these interests and bonds are sometimes broken. But when they are based on something more burdenless and meaningful we are fortunate to see them last and prosper throughout the years. Friends who share interests that are more founded, seem to always have that line of connection no matter the circumstance. Sure it silences at times because of the intricacies of life that we get ourselves involved in, but it always seems that these types of friendships can be picked up where they last left off without skipping a beat. I believe a person is fortunate to have a handful of these types of friendships in a lifetime.
Then there is the love of a significant other...probably the most difficult type of love to breakdown, diagram, and develop a theory about. This is the type of love that at times seems like it is the most rewarding by far, and simultaneously can be the hardest thing that a person ever goes through. The emotions involved with a significant other can range on every point in the spectrum. Floating tenderness to blinding rage can be the nature of this type of love. Why is it that the person who makes you the happiest in the world can also bring you the most pain? When love is on the positive end of the spectrum, you feel as though there is no explanation for the feeling other than that its a gift from divinity. On the downside of that feeling it can feel as though Hell has released its vengeance inside your head. Many people over-analyze it and that can be a hindrance to seeing the truest form of itself. Other's over-simplify it and never truly "put themselves out there" to realize what it is in it's truest form. The problem with it is that if both people aren't on the "same page," they're days are usually numbered. Even when every other detail within their relationship is pointing for success, they sometimes can't make it work, and it's mind-numbing trying to figure out the reasons for it. Battling back and forth, pushing and pulling, trying to get your point accross can make for a weary heart. This almost leads me to believe that this type of love is inherently selfish. Everyone wants love on their own terms...and to quote the "great movie"...it's the only terms anyone knows...their own. It's hard to convince someone of something within the conventions of relationships when they don't want to hear it, or can't let themselves believe what you're saying, because it's normally out of selfish wants, or even worse they feel you are being selfish and they won't let you get close because of the fear of being hurt.
On the flip-side of this negativity is the great joy that is derived from this type of love. When you finally meet someone that you feel could be that person you've always waited for...that someone who fits you like two jigsaw puzzle pieces...like you're making you're place with that special person in this big, jigsaw puzzle world. Those feelings of the first date, and the first kiss, and the first everything with this new, exciting person feels like the first of all firsts because it's with them. And even though, you may have done these things a thousand times with people in past relationships that ended in failure, you still feel that this "first time" is the real first time. Just knowing that someone is there who is you're other half...I can imagine is a comforting feeling. I don't necessarily know that feeling yet, but someday I would hope too. It's amazing when things start clicking and the ball starts rolling and you develop these almost consious ideas about yourself being attached to that person for the remainder of your existence, when in many cases that end result couldn't be further from the reality of the situation. Nevertheless, it's a good feeling to have. It's what makes this type of love exciting and worth the effort. Anyways, like I said, this type of love is hard to theorize, if not impossible.
It's funny how all of these types of worldly love bring something different to the table, and how they each affect you in a different way. There are other types, but these are the most prominent in my life right now, and each of them is affecting me in a certain way right now. The way to deal with each separate type is quite a struggle because none of them are congruent...at least not in my situation. Of course there is the matter of the Divine Love, the love of a higher power, but that could be a completely different blog dedicated to that prospectus alone. I guess the important thing to remember is that most of us are fortunate to have one or all of these types and the others in our lives...and even when that thought escapes us and we are floundering for something to hold onto, we can rest assured that it will eventually seek us out and find us again...
Damn, I wish I wasn't so drunk...
I guess I'm off to go hug a tree...all this love talk...piss off...
Fair Evening,
Cory Will
Monday, July 18, 2005
The Kings of Greatness!!
With this post I'm going to go music on yo' ass! Yeah, that's right "on yo' ass!" Since I am an insanely-obsessed fanatic about music (almost to the point where I would murder someone who disagrees with my tastes), I decided today's topic should be about my favorite pastime.
First of all, my friend and I were discussing the new Foo Fighters album this weekend. I haven't bought it, nor do I care to, nor do I really care to expand on the band AT ALL (that's how much they mean to me), but the discussion was interesting. He happens to like the Foo Fighters alot, which is fine, but I feel that I have graduated from the rock-influenced-pop that they put on their albums. I guess to me, they are just too radio-friendly. They're that band that gives radio it's edge, because he was "that guy who played in Nirvana...so he must be cool." They're the band that is supposed to give someone credibility who normally listens to Puddle of Mudd, or Staind, or any of the 4 million other bands who won't let grunge die a dignified death... play minor chords and talk about how their "Daddy was a piece of shit." They have words like "pain, breakdown, darkness, etc." in their songs. It's all been done before...basically. But radio plays this shit, so we must all listen to it right? I choose not to.
Anyways, he likes the Foo Fighters, and although I did like their first album and the song "Everlong" (it really doesn't get better than that song...you know you like it), their novelty has worn off with me. I think they sound like a tired band on the downward swing of their career, but I guess I could be wrong...but don't count on it. That last comment was a beautiful segue into my general hostility about music and my superior attitude about it. Which is totally bullshit...if a song is good you should like it...just like that...that's what Nick Hornby says anyways. The fact that Dave Grohl wrote every single audible note on the first Foo Fighters album is enough to grab my respect for a lifetime, because he wrote the whole enchilada. Not a single person had anything else to do with that album, which I find amazing. Most bands are fortunate to make an album where they can dip into several talent pools from the other members to make an eclectic sound of different tastes and melodies...not Dave. He did this all by his lonesome. I think that's great, which leads me to the whole point of this post.
I have no respect for artists who don't write their own music. Believe me, writing music, lyrics, harmonies, melodies, the music itself, is one of the hardest things to do. Mainstream country, which I get to hear everyday at my new job, is rampant with lyric-stealing bastards. They're thieves in shiny shirts, leather cowboy hats, and camel-toe producing pants. I actually can't believe people want to listen to this crap. How can somebody possibly think this is good. With anybody who doesn't write their own music, all you're doing is rooting for a singer. Is it okay to admire somebody's voice, absolutely, but I think you're selling the real artist's short. That's not to say that the people who write for these singers are writing insightful material, because most of it is shit...let's face it.
But I hate it when people say things like, "But Bob Dylan's voice is shit." Really...I didn't notice....YOU STUPID FUCK, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE! You think his lyrics would have had the same effect if Tony Bennet was singing:
Pointed threats they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying
I mean come on. You should actually listen to what he's saying. I guess I think listening to just the voice of the human is a superficial way to enjoy music. Is it wrong, no...but I choose to find out what the hell it is this guy/girl is trying to tell me. Let's find the symbolism or allegory in this song and figure out what to do with it. Anyways...
I'm convinced the King's of Leon are the new Credence Clearwater Revival (who is the most American band of all-time). Some people have never even heard of the King's, but that's understandable. They're huge in England, which doesn't surprise me being that the Brits have infinitely better tastes in music than do Americans (but we definitely destroy their ass in the arena of tasty food, and revolutionary wars). They have a unique sound to them and that's what draws me to them...their sound...as a whole. Upon first listen you might think..."geez, it sounds like the lead singer drinks straight moonshine from a bathtub still and smokes cigarettes through a straw." But that's just it. It's their whole sound. Their southern-influenced, garage rock, is a great Credence-like answer for the new American heartland. I realize I'm tooting their horn just a bit, but I think they are the most "American-sounding band" of the last twenty years (at least since The Replacements), which is an oxymoron since they are barely recognized in the States and are huge in England...once again proving my point about the limeys. If you want to know a little more about Cory, listen to the Kings of Leon. They describe my personality through music. Someday, I hope to write an album that sounds half as cool as their two albums..and hopefully, Volkswagon will use one of my songs for their Jetta commercials...
"Cowgirl king of the rodeo let the good times roll,
Let the good times roll...."
Cory Will
First of all, my friend and I were discussing the new Foo Fighters album this weekend. I haven't bought it, nor do I care to, nor do I really care to expand on the band AT ALL (that's how much they mean to me), but the discussion was interesting. He happens to like the Foo Fighters alot, which is fine, but I feel that I have graduated from the rock-influenced-pop that they put on their albums. I guess to me, they are just too radio-friendly. They're that band that gives radio it's edge, because he was "that guy who played in Nirvana...so he must be cool." They're the band that is supposed to give someone credibility who normally listens to Puddle of Mudd, or Staind, or any of the 4 million other bands who won't let grunge die a dignified death... play minor chords and talk about how their "Daddy was a piece of shit." They have words like "pain, breakdown, darkness, etc." in their songs. It's all been done before...basically. But radio plays this shit, so we must all listen to it right? I choose not to.
Anyways, he likes the Foo Fighters, and although I did like their first album and the song "Everlong" (it really doesn't get better than that song...you know you like it), their novelty has worn off with me. I think they sound like a tired band on the downward swing of their career, but I guess I could be wrong...but don't count on it. That last comment was a beautiful segue into my general hostility about music and my superior attitude about it. Which is totally bullshit...if a song is good you should like it...just like that...that's what Nick Hornby says anyways. The fact that Dave Grohl wrote every single audible note on the first Foo Fighters album is enough to grab my respect for a lifetime, because he wrote the whole enchilada. Not a single person had anything else to do with that album, which I find amazing. Most bands are fortunate to make an album where they can dip into several talent pools from the other members to make an eclectic sound of different tastes and melodies...not Dave. He did this all by his lonesome. I think that's great, which leads me to the whole point of this post.
I have no respect for artists who don't write their own music. Believe me, writing music, lyrics, harmonies, melodies, the music itself, is one of the hardest things to do. Mainstream country, which I get to hear everyday at my new job, is rampant with lyric-stealing bastards. They're thieves in shiny shirts, leather cowboy hats, and camel-toe producing pants. I actually can't believe people want to listen to this crap. How can somebody possibly think this is good. With anybody who doesn't write their own music, all you're doing is rooting for a singer. Is it okay to admire somebody's voice, absolutely, but I think you're selling the real artist's short. That's not to say that the people who write for these singers are writing insightful material, because most of it is shit...let's face it.
But I hate it when people say things like, "But Bob Dylan's voice is shit." Really...I didn't notice....YOU STUPID FUCK, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE! You think his lyrics would have had the same effect if Tony Bennet was singing:
Pointed threats they bluff with scorn, suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying
I mean come on. You should actually listen to what he's saying. I guess I think listening to just the voice of the human is a superficial way to enjoy music. Is it wrong, no...but I choose to find out what the hell it is this guy/girl is trying to tell me. Let's find the symbolism or allegory in this song and figure out what to do with it. Anyways...
I'm convinced the King's of Leon are the new Credence Clearwater Revival (who is the most American band of all-time). Some people have never even heard of the King's, but that's understandable. They're huge in England, which doesn't surprise me being that the Brits have infinitely better tastes in music than do Americans (but we definitely destroy their ass in the arena of tasty food, and revolutionary wars). They have a unique sound to them and that's what draws me to them...their sound...as a whole. Upon first listen you might think..."geez, it sounds like the lead singer drinks straight moonshine from a bathtub still and smokes cigarettes through a straw." But that's just it. It's their whole sound. Their southern-influenced, garage rock, is a great Credence-like answer for the new American heartland. I realize I'm tooting their horn just a bit, but I think they are the most "American-sounding band" of the last twenty years (at least since The Replacements), which is an oxymoron since they are barely recognized in the States and are huge in England...once again proving my point about the limeys. If you want to know a little more about Cory, listen to the Kings of Leon. They describe my personality through music. Someday, I hope to write an album that sounds half as cool as their two albums..and hopefully, Volkswagon will use one of my songs for their Jetta commercials...
"Cowgirl king of the rodeo let the good times roll,
Let the good times roll...."
Cory Will
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
A New Job...A New Direction
Well, it's been awhile, but I've been busy...dammit! And by "busy" I mean too uninterested in this blog to create another post. I recently resigned from Cintas Corp. and my position as "uniform bitch." There was something incredibly unappealing about picking up dirty, sweaty uniforms from ass-crack-showing mechanics, and dirty floor mats from convenience-store-owning Arabians, who consequently have the most negative demeanor of all the fine American citizens. This is a very generalized statement, but for fuck's sake man, say "thank you for your business" every now and then...and smile...fuckfaces...and shower...
Man, I hate to be sterotypical, but for crying out loud...could you just run a bookstore, or a Sonic every now and then. Why is it that EVERY Arabian owns or has a share of ownership in our convenience establishments? I guess I'll never know. The writers for the Simpson's know though...I guess I'm also a little sour because there were at least nine or ten times I was belittled and yelled at over a ten dollar invoice and the color of their mats. It's a friggin' mat man...I don't argue with you over the price of your Coke ICEES you piece of shit...AARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH! I'm getting mad just thinking about that God-forsaken job! Anyways, I guess I shouldn't be angry. Islam...is as we know it, a religion of peace!
So that leads me to my new job. I'm working with WBAP and KSCS in Dallas. They're longtime established radio stations in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area and I'm currently doing advertising for them, which has been a blessing so far. It's advertising sales, but there's potential for a fruitful career here and the best part about it is that it isn't Cintas. I'm still a little nervous about the job and I guess that anxiety always follows someone into a new environment, but I'm trying to stay postitive about it and we'll see where it goes. Everyone has plans, and plans tend to be like chicken pox. You have them one day and the next they're gone forever, but my plan is to work here for a few years and then try to make a move to Austin. Dallas bleeds me dry...that could be a whole 'nother blog entry though.
My sister is moving to Austin and I'm really glad she is actually. Not just for her sake, which I am, but it gives me somebody to stay with in that "city o' fun!" So many things to do down there that fit my interests...like say BEING OUTSIDE! Going outside in Dallas is like walking out of your door, pouring a wall of concrete around yourself, standing on a hot stove coil, renting a jack hammer, and running said jack hammer approximately half a foot from your ears. Hell, if I just want to go fishing I've got to drive an hour and a half to some lake that is five counties away. Well, here I go about Dallas again, but the point is...Austin is lovely! So good luck to my sister...I will venture down your way soon!
By the way, mainstream country music is the absolute worst audible shit a person can possibly listen to. Good thing its piped into our office ALL DAY!! YESSSSS!
I'm off...
Cory Will
Man, I hate to be sterotypical, but for crying out loud...could you just run a bookstore, or a Sonic every now and then. Why is it that EVERY Arabian owns or has a share of ownership in our convenience establishments? I guess I'll never know. The writers for the Simpson's know though...I guess I'm also a little sour because there were at least nine or ten times I was belittled and yelled at over a ten dollar invoice and the color of their mats. It's a friggin' mat man...I don't argue with you over the price of your Coke ICEES you piece of shit...AARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH! I'm getting mad just thinking about that God-forsaken job! Anyways, I guess I shouldn't be angry. Islam...is as we know it, a religion of peace!
So that leads me to my new job. I'm working with WBAP and KSCS in Dallas. They're longtime established radio stations in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area and I'm currently doing advertising for them, which has been a blessing so far. It's advertising sales, but there's potential for a fruitful career here and the best part about it is that it isn't Cintas. I'm still a little nervous about the job and I guess that anxiety always follows someone into a new environment, but I'm trying to stay postitive about it and we'll see where it goes. Everyone has plans, and plans tend to be like chicken pox. You have them one day and the next they're gone forever, but my plan is to work here for a few years and then try to make a move to Austin. Dallas bleeds me dry...that could be a whole 'nother blog entry though.
My sister is moving to Austin and I'm really glad she is actually. Not just for her sake, which I am, but it gives me somebody to stay with in that "city o' fun!" So many things to do down there that fit my interests...like say BEING OUTSIDE! Going outside in Dallas is like walking out of your door, pouring a wall of concrete around yourself, standing on a hot stove coil, renting a jack hammer, and running said jack hammer approximately half a foot from your ears. Hell, if I just want to go fishing I've got to drive an hour and a half to some lake that is five counties away. Well, here I go about Dallas again, but the point is...Austin is lovely! So good luck to my sister...I will venture down your way soon!
By the way, mainstream country music is the absolute worst audible shit a person can possibly listen to. Good thing its piped into our office ALL DAY!! YESSSSS!
I'm off...
Cory Will
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