No one should feel old before his/her time. No one. So why do I feel like I should know the ways of the crone? Ahh, who cares?
Just over two weeks until the new
Killing Joke CD hits Stateside. I am giggling like a sugar laced schoolgirl thinking about it. I mean, I have every right to be so. I've waited for God knows how long since the last album. Hhmmm, wait, it's been nine years. NINE YEARS! Sheesh.
Well, I've heard just about the entire CD through the magic of WinMX and I must say, they haven't lost their touch. ("Seeing Red" is completely brilliant!) Dave Grohl, who is guesting drums this time, fits in snuggly into the sound. Jazz's vocals...well, God, he is my favorite singer. There's something about his voice. It's rough and yet there's this dreamy quality about it. Not Enya type dreamy but a storyteller type dreamy. I can just imagine him being a weaver of tales in some medieval village in another life time. And Geordie's guitar playing....sigh. He made me want to pick up a guitar when I first heard him so long agao and he still make me want to do the same now.
Man, I'm gushing.
More characters from unpublished books that run around in my head. I need to finished those comic pages for that contest. It's strange because my middle finger is getting this strange dent at the side on the top part of my finger from holding and squeezing my pens and pencils for far too long. Not to mention I am also getting a callus. A shiny, thick one. Yeah, I know. Gross. I feel like I should tape my fingers like the way a guitarist does to protect my digits. Hey, I've done stranger things.