Frankenstein should be in a jazz band

this afternoon i didn't work. i decided to lay about my couch and catch up on all the albums i half listened to on my computer and the vinyl albums i've stared at, the one's that have dusted covers and pictures of musicians with long unkempt hair parading in some off-beat sunlight. i don't know why but there are albums i have looked at forever and have only enamored the images on the covers...never played... yet have such an imagination about the life behind them. i listened and they were all like mystery sandwiches characterized with all sorts of competing flavors and brave ingredients. i discovered something...i discovered that there are these many platitudes of advice and deprecation from these artists that seem so trite and so manufactured and so PREPARED. I used prepared very expertly because the lyrics fall too easily in place. I believe this is the folly of two things. Rhyme and Recording. When these artists rhyme, they suffocate the full expression, if there really is one. I know rhyme has its functional genius and serves as draino to the song's pipes but it also contaminates the purity of expression. And here's the thing about the recording process. When artists record their albums in the studio, there's lots of pressure to focus on timing, recording dynamics and all that jazz. This steals from the moment or really getting into the song. Very rarely do i hear the angst or the wavering voice of someone like Cat Power or Joni Mitchell or Bjork for fuck sake. Now thats what it's about. I know there's a bajillion reasons to make songs but when did sincerity and EMOTIONAL CONTENT become renounced as the backbone of a song. When was the last time we heard a raw ass recording with minimal takes and minimal processing? I would rather hear a musician who lacks vocal intelligence but sings from ultimate pain then hear some American Idol crock. So much of music is about being cool now and the fucking six dollar haircut and the rocking out. So much music is caught up in the world of cool it's sad as shit.

i also went outside for a bit and looked at the sky for a while and the bugs milling about in the soil. They look busy as usual. I noticed two trees...one was in the shade and one was not. I also noticed myself bringing more attention to the tree in the sun, as it looked holier i guess you could say. Today i supposed I noticed that i'm not as dark inside as i was say for the last couple of years. I've changed and have become lighter inside, more inclined to brightness and candor...less apocalyptic and this is nice to know. So to mark this day i'm going to the store and getting a pot with soil....and inside i'll place a really swell looking feather because the wind will be it's puppeteer...because it will remind me how there's life behind everything and if you notice that, then you'll be on the brighter side of things.

Keep my whiskers to the sun

When it's 4 in the morning I wanna be like the 12 spotted domino that for some reason looks like it tips over easier than the other ones. I want to be like this because the domino looks peaceful and most things look peaceful when they're pushing up daisies. Also the domino doesn't have knees. I do and they keep me up at night. My knees like to show off their free will and when they contemplate, I bet they contemplate hard! I bet they call themselves "The Law" and "Justice" and romance about belonging to some badass muy thai legend, who DESTROYS fools in the jaw and flying knees the shit outta abdomens. My knees aren't exactly like that but the'yre fucking EVERYWHERE when i'm just trying to catch some REM so get PISSED about all of that man. After letting this thought marinate a bit, I've come to the conclusion that my body is having night time withdrawals from cat spooning. I used to sleep with Kyoto all the time and I'd be KO'ed quick style. I miss Kyoto so much it's starting to get to me. I need her back soon. This morning I was thinking about her and made up a sweet move, entirely inspired by her fighting style. It's called "Kyoto's pounce" and may only be performed after something serendipitous goes down.

Kyoto attacks with the style of these two psychos COMBINED. First is the warning shuffle like you're gripping the earth with your digits as hard as you can so as for maximum thrust hence maximum damage. Then you pause a second and stare the target in the soul. Then you release the fucking demon and fuck shit up! I've got the moves diagramed kinda.

First you start off in a run of the mill badass stance, like nothing's important because if something gets important, you will kick it's ass out of simple reaction.

Then something equivalent to a simultaneous 5,000 penguin bellyslide happens and you FLIP the fuck out. So you get all this energy and in a counterclockwise direction, rotate the "L" of your elbows while your back descends slowly and you squat a little.

Lastly you spring up with the height parallel to the level of happiness and if anything above you gets in the way, it will get a brand new asshole. Even if a ninja gets in the way somehow, it will be DESTROYED no matter what.

Kyoto's pounce.
Inspired by a tabby.