Warning: mildly introspective bullshit. Don't be fooled by the cock and drugs
I'm not one of those people to say that feelings, emotions, sensations, etc. are "not real" or "don't exist" because they're caused by neurotransmitters and electrical impulses and whatnot. The fact that they're because of those things, and not necessarily because of spirits or humours or Baby Jesus or anything, doesn't make the experience fake at all. We're still here and we're still feeling whatever it is.*
Anyway, starting on Saturday night, after that dumb cock party**, I've been getting these weird, intense feelings of extreme alertness, hunger (for food, sex, lots of new music, and other things) and just this weird, inexplicable wave of something. It's not really happiness, but gladness, I guess. It's intense as fuck. It's probably due to waves of neurotransmitters, which are awesome.
I've been listening to Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the First Psychedelic Era, and it's such a great combination of extremely dated, Scooby Doo/Animal House-ish '60s rock, with garagey rocking greatness, and pretty, echoey poppiness.
But right now I'm listening to the no-wave comp No New York. It's not as good as Nuggets but it's sort of interesting, as far as discordant, throbbing "deconstruction" goes (sorry I had to use that word, I think it's sucky bullcrap).
I need so much fucking music.
I've been sort of craving music lately that's intense, possibly screamy, math-y, jerky and insane. I'm trying to decide if The Boredoms are as cool as everyone says they are. So far all I can tell is that they're Japanese.
Update: I think I have to turn off the Boredoms. I'm enjoying it, but it's upsetting my dog.
*That applies to drugs too, though I don't really do drugs. But if you feel something and you're on drugs, it's not "fake."
**for people not on my friends list: no, it was not THAT kind of a cock party.
PS. Suck it, Elissa. Just because. I know you're out there.
Anyway, starting on Saturday night, after that dumb cock party**, I've been getting these weird, intense feelings of extreme alertness, hunger (for food, sex, lots of new music, and other things) and just this weird, inexplicable wave of something. It's not really happiness, but gladness, I guess. It's intense as fuck. It's probably due to waves of neurotransmitters, which are awesome.
I've been listening to Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the First Psychedelic Era, and it's such a great combination of extremely dated, Scooby Doo/Animal House-ish '60s rock, with garagey rocking greatness, and pretty, echoey poppiness.
But right now I'm listening to the no-wave comp No New York. It's not as good as Nuggets but it's sort of interesting, as far as discordant, throbbing "deconstruction" goes (sorry I had to use that word, I think it's sucky bullcrap).
I need so much fucking music.
I've been sort of craving music lately that's intense, possibly screamy, math-y, jerky and insane. I'm trying to decide if The Boredoms are as cool as everyone says they are. So far all I can tell is that they're Japanese.
Update: I think I have to turn off the Boredoms. I'm enjoying it, but it's upsetting my dog.
*That applies to drugs too, though I don't really do drugs. But if you feel something and you're on drugs, it's not "fake."
**for people not on my friends list: no, it was not THAT kind of a cock party.
PS. Suck it, Elissa. Just because. I know you're out there.