Hey everyone
Hey.
Every day when I write one of these things, I am reminded that I have been criminally neglecting the Blog I started so that I could hone my show reviewing skills.
So tonight, before writing this, I wrote a review of the My Chemical Romance show that I went to last night.
A short version: EverytimeIdie kicked ass, My Chemical Romance were nearly blown off the stage but the love of their fans and their determination to work the very young crowd to within an inch of their lives saved them from falling flat.
To read the full version click on my profile then scroll to the bottom.
I might add some more retrospective reviews of stuff like KMFDM (whom I still think were incredible) and the like.
(Mental note: the drummer in MCR is named Bob Bryar).
For the last two days I seem to have been caught in a web of inertia, which I am determined to break out of.
Bad habits etc.
I had a really weird experience today.
I got a call from Diamond Resourcing asking if I was still looking for work.
They wanted to know if I would be up... for working in a courthouse.
I paused.
"Which one."
"Highbury."
I paused again. I pause a lot when I'm talking about important stuff, I want to choose my words carefully. Otherwise I talk like I type, only three times a fast.
"You probably have it in your records that I already have worked at Highbury Courthouse, for about six weeks."
"Oh. No, we don't. Would you go back."
"Uh... I don't think that's an option. They fired me."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It takes a special kind of person to be a list caller. It is a very demanding and specialised job, and they didn't think that was me."
"Okay."
There were actually neurones exchanging sparks for a millisecond, asking what would happen if I did take the job.
"Hey Motherfuckers, guess who's back!"
"Oh Fuck! I thought we got rid of you!"
"You did, but thanks to the terrible record keeping at Diamond Resourcing, combined with the obviously insane turnover of temporary staff in the workplace, I'm back here, and I'm going to make you suffer for your sins, in the manner of an agent of divine retribution. Not unlike Azriel, the Angel of Death, or Ihrafel, the islamic angel of music, whose song drives young men and women to suicide."
"Oh God, We're sorry, WE'RE SORRY"
"It's too late, IT'S TOO LATE. For as ye reap, so shall ye sow. For I left as the lamb, and I return as the Lion. This office shall I cleanse with FIRE. A Fire of the vengeful employee returning to incompetantly execute his duties in the most disruptive way possible..."
.
.
.
.
I'm sorry, I think I got a little carried away there.
In any case, I turned them down, since the option of causing multiple heart attacks just didn't appeal to me.
Still it does make me wonder, how many people have been through the ranks that my file has been shuffled to the top of the pile this soon?
Fuck it.
If nothing else, this is impetus to keep rewriting and resending my resume and to keep researching all available avenues.
And to keep on writing. Because I know that it is something I can do.
And keep reading. Because reading makes the writing better. (Taoism applied to creative writing).
...
People who know me know that I love to listen to intense music. Music that hits you at gut level, music that makes you want to jump up and storm the barricades. Music that takes you places.
True, sometimes it takes me to places that I shouldn't go (see the recent entry on the subject, if you haven't already) but by and large it is a positive thing for me.
Here is a weird path of thought that flickered through my mind yesterday.
People sometimes talk the power of Hardcore and Metal to take negative energy and channelling it into something productive.
(People not including crazy kids from Norway who just want to wallow in hate in their frozen forests. I have no time for them, though they sometimes make records of passing interest).
I was thinking, with me it might be slightly different. It might be more about channelling something productive into me so that the negative has no room to get in.
Of course, this is no panacea (and I'm pretty sure that it is something that my Mother, among others, has been telling me to do for years).
Doing something productive is just as exhausting as doing something negative.
The difference is in the aftereffects. The sense of renewal and reconstruction.
In any case, I'm off to find productive things to do.
Like this:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091884@N00/59792842/
I've finally worked out how to put an image into flickr
Now all I need to do is work out how to source images from my flickr account so that I can bring them up here and I'll be really 1337.
Like rofl.
On that note, I'm going.
over and out.
J
Every day when I write one of these things, I am reminded that I have been criminally neglecting the Blog I started so that I could hone my show reviewing skills.
So tonight, before writing this, I wrote a review of the My Chemical Romance show that I went to last night.
A short version: EverytimeIdie kicked ass, My Chemical Romance were nearly blown off the stage but the love of their fans and their determination to work the very young crowd to within an inch of their lives saved them from falling flat.
To read the full version click on my profile then scroll to the bottom.
I might add some more retrospective reviews of stuff like KMFDM (whom I still think were incredible) and the like.
(Mental note: the drummer in MCR is named Bob Bryar).
For the last two days I seem to have been caught in a web of inertia, which I am determined to break out of.
Bad habits etc.
I had a really weird experience today.
I got a call from Diamond Resourcing asking if I was still looking for work.
They wanted to know if I would be up... for working in a courthouse.
I paused.
"Which one."
"Highbury."
I paused again. I pause a lot when I'm talking about important stuff, I want to choose my words carefully. Otherwise I talk like I type, only three times a fast.
"You probably have it in your records that I already have worked at Highbury Courthouse, for about six weeks."
"Oh. No, we don't. Would you go back."
"Uh... I don't think that's an option. They fired me."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It takes a special kind of person to be a list caller. It is a very demanding and specialised job, and they didn't think that was me."
"Okay."
There were actually neurones exchanging sparks for a millisecond, asking what would happen if I did take the job.
"Hey Motherfuckers, guess who's back!"
"Oh Fuck! I thought we got rid of you!"
"You did, but thanks to the terrible record keeping at Diamond Resourcing, combined with the obviously insane turnover of temporary staff in the workplace, I'm back here, and I'm going to make you suffer for your sins, in the manner of an agent of divine retribution. Not unlike Azriel, the Angel of Death, or Ihrafel, the islamic angel of music, whose song drives young men and women to suicide."
"Oh God, We're sorry, WE'RE SORRY"
"It's too late, IT'S TOO LATE. For as ye reap, so shall ye sow. For I left as the lamb, and I return as the Lion. This office shall I cleanse with FIRE. A Fire of the vengeful employee returning to incompetantly execute his duties in the most disruptive way possible..."
.
.
.
.
I'm sorry, I think I got a little carried away there.
In any case, I turned them down, since the option of causing multiple heart attacks just didn't appeal to me.
Still it does make me wonder, how many people have been through the ranks that my file has been shuffled to the top of the pile this soon?
Fuck it.
If nothing else, this is impetus to keep rewriting and resending my resume and to keep researching all available avenues.
And to keep on writing. Because I know that it is something I can do.
And keep reading. Because reading makes the writing better. (Taoism applied to creative writing).
...
People who know me know that I love to listen to intense music. Music that hits you at gut level, music that makes you want to jump up and storm the barricades. Music that takes you places.
True, sometimes it takes me to places that I shouldn't go (see the recent entry on the subject, if you haven't already) but by and large it is a positive thing for me.
Here is a weird path of thought that flickered through my mind yesterday.
People sometimes talk the power of Hardcore and Metal to take negative energy and channelling it into something productive.
(People not including crazy kids from Norway who just want to wallow in hate in their frozen forests. I have no time for them, though they sometimes make records of passing interest).
I was thinking, with me it might be slightly different. It might be more about channelling something productive into me so that the negative has no room to get in.
Of course, this is no panacea (and I'm pretty sure that it is something that my Mother, among others, has been telling me to do for years).
Doing something productive is just as exhausting as doing something negative.
The difference is in the aftereffects. The sense of renewal and reconstruction.
In any case, I'm off to find productive things to do.
Like this:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091884@N00/59792842/
I've finally worked out how to put an image into flickr
Now all I need to do is work out how to source images from my flickr account so that I can bring them up here and I'll be really 1337.
Like rofl.
On that note, I'm going.
over and out.
J
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