Mar 05, 2004 01:52
Know who I feel sorry for? Alaskan crab fishermen. They get their hands chopped off so I can get some good EATS when I go out. Now THAT is service. We shouldn't tip the waiters as much as we should tip the mother-fuckers that GOT the food in the FIRST place. OH YEAAAAA!
I wonder what they listen to when they are on their boats? Do they listen to the same music I listen to?
Music is beautiful. Even in it's rawest, most tainted and untalented form, it still holds a certain allure that you can't deny. It connects people. Even if they never stop and think about it, it happens sub-consciously and such. I think I'm exTREAMLY privileged to able to not only be a part of that kind of phenomenon, but to also be able to create and express myself with it. It makes me want to cry sometimes, but not out of joy, as one might expect. It makes me want to cry for people who don't have that...
Drummers kick ass by the way.
I hear drummers get the most...ummm...attention... you know. And why shouldn't we? We've got the the fastest hands, good rhythm, stamina...the complete package, so to speak.
I'm done with that subject.