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The Mars Volta is still one of the most shaking and tearing bands I've ever heard. It's still hard to find a distance from cascades of sounds, not let be abducted by streams and swirls of this ghastly story of dreams and death. It's like a contact with a totally different world. Surreal and scary. It leaves you dusty, this music leaves marks. For me it's coloured with silver, violet and black. The best thing I can get after listening to it is only anxiety. It leaves me sometimes shaking, sometimes suspended between this world and world of certain fairy suicide.
"One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe"
[Televators]
Compared to At The Drive-In it's just different. Lyrics is the most similiar thing. Totally different climax but the same level of abstraction, metaphoricalness and lyricism. And mostly I don't understand both of them.
Sounds are just like a hail. The music is chaotic, mad and brilliant.
From the other side: Cedric Bixler Zavala proves he can cry melodically, sometimes even he sings and sometimes you can get an impression as if he wasn't a human being.
Maybe (or rather surely) I'm babbling, but music really has a great affect on me.
I started reading "Homo Faber" by Max Frisch and I regret I don't have time to continue, it seems interesting.
I always have problems with being practical. Making table of Ascii codes (for languages, not pictures) was one of the most reasonable things I did today. I heard about people who have posters of their idols at the walls next to their beds. It seems I idolize letters and symbols.
Oh, I visited ("visited" is the word) my institute again. I took my acquaintance's notes and accept the information that I definitely should pass certain exam as soon as I can. The reason of "hurry" is simple: professor X read a book written by PhD. Y (both scientists from our faculty) and as the gossip says: "that totally changed his vision of nominalism/realism problem". This topic takes him around half of all classes (it makes around semester), so notes can by pretty obsolete next year.
Also certain student, who's been trying to pass this exam for last three years, said that these are the best notes on ontology (this is the subject, not the name of exotic disease) he had ever seen.
That's my institute.
Guys also told me about new philosophical fashion: When i.e. girl/boy dumps you and you don't have no one to drink vodka with, you drink to Heidegger's photo. We don't have no mercy for this philosopher.
But not us, as I heard, that was John Dewey who said:
"When I read Heidegger's "Being and time" I have an impression of reading bavarian peasant's work".
Really, this is not ours.
Note: I don't like when someone passionately and stubbornly invites me for a rpg session/festival/survey/whatever more than week beforehand. It only can make me reeeaaaly angry. That's not about who's inviting but that he/she reminds me of very unpleasant thing: time.
"One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe"
[Televators]
Compared to At The Drive-In it's just different. Lyrics is the most similiar thing. Totally different climax but the same level of abstraction, metaphoricalness and lyricism. And mostly I don't understand both of them.
Sounds are just like a hail. The music is chaotic, mad and brilliant.
From the other side: Cedric Bixler Zavala proves he can cry melodically, sometimes even he sings and sometimes you can get an impression as if he wasn't a human being.
Maybe (or rather surely) I'm babbling, but music really has a great affect on me.
I started reading "Homo Faber" by Max Frisch and I regret I don't have time to continue, it seems interesting.
I always have problems with being practical. Making table of Ascii codes (for languages, not pictures) was one of the most reasonable things I did today. I heard about people who have posters of their idols at the walls next to their beds. It seems I idolize letters and symbols.
Oh, I visited ("visited" is the word) my institute again. I took my acquaintance's notes and accept the information that I definitely should pass certain exam as soon as I can. The reason of "hurry" is simple: professor X read a book written by PhD. Y (both scientists from our faculty) and as the gossip says: "that totally changed his vision of nominalism/realism problem". This topic takes him around half of all classes (it makes around semester), so notes can by pretty obsolete next year.
Also certain student, who's been trying to pass this exam for last three years, said that these are the best notes on ontology (this is the subject, not the name of exotic disease) he had ever seen.
That's my institute.
Guys also told me about new philosophical fashion: When i.e. girl/boy dumps you and you don't have no one to drink vodka with, you drink to Heidegger's photo. We don't have no mercy for this philosopher.
But not us, as I heard, that was John Dewey who said:
"When I read Heidegger's "Being and time" I have an impression of reading bavarian peasant's work".
Really, this is not ours.
Note: I don't like when someone passionately and stubbornly invites me for a rpg session/festival/survey/whatever more than week beforehand. It only can make me reeeaaaly angry. That's not about who's inviting but that he/she reminds me of very unpleasant thing: time.