Friday, March 17, 2006
Hangover, Sheer Rage, Acceptance... and doing it all over again
This is the first Saturday morning in two weeks, on which I've woken up and still had posession of my pipe. And I am stoked. I also feel pretty fucking good at the momment.
I had a strange flashback yesterday, that is so hilarious - I almost don't believe its real. This is one of few memories I have from when I was a child. I was very young, probably about 3 or 4. I was in my bedroom, and I was playing with an old radio I had found in the house. It was working fine, and I think I was just using the frequency finder for the first time in my life. I worked it to a station, and I can remember vividly that it was a very very low frequency station that I found.
That particular radio station was playing some really heavy metal (the hilarity in this whole story is that Pantera (currently playing), and similar bands are what populate my hard disk). I was listening to the music for only a couple of seconds, not long at all... when my mom walked in.
She looked surprised, and with 20 years of hindsight, I think she may have been having a bad day. In a somewhat threatening voice, she asked me what I was listening to. And that is when my mind exploded.
I had no idea what I was listening to. Absolutely no friggin' clue. To me, I had been playing with a strange box, and when I moved a certain dial, it made different noises. I had found one particular "station", which to me was just a different noise. At that young of an age, your pretty nieve. You don't know shit from dumplings. I wish I knew what a dumpling was.
After a couple of seconds, she told me in a very scolding voice, that "that music is from the devil". I was shocked. Horrified. That scared the shit out of me.
My entire 4 year memory at the time, consisted of that particular neighbourhood in Steinbach, Tim Harms - the best friend a guy could ask for, and church on Sundays. Church always said the devil was bad. I didn't understand WHY they said the devil was bad, but he was a bad bad dude, to be avoided at all costs.
Fast-Forward 20 years... I still think that "the devil" is a bad guy. And my favorite music is heavy metal music - and hard-core rock n' roll... anything that angers "The Man".
I feel like I could write a novel on this post alone, but I shall digress. It was a memory thats been nagging me, like a cigarette a nearby ashtray drifting smoke in my face.
And now, work guy needs time. Thanks for a weekend.
I had a strange flashback yesterday, that is so hilarious - I almost don't believe its real. This is one of few memories I have from when I was a child. I was very young, probably about 3 or 4. I was in my bedroom, and I was playing with an old radio I had found in the house. It was working fine, and I think I was just using the frequency finder for the first time in my life. I worked it to a station, and I can remember vividly that it was a very very low frequency station that I found.
That particular radio station was playing some really heavy metal (the hilarity in this whole story is that Pantera (currently playing), and similar bands are what populate my hard disk). I was listening to the music for only a couple of seconds, not long at all... when my mom walked in.
She looked surprised, and with 20 years of hindsight, I think she may have been having a bad day. In a somewhat threatening voice, she asked me what I was listening to. And that is when my mind exploded.
I had no idea what I was listening to. Absolutely no friggin' clue. To me, I had been playing with a strange box, and when I moved a certain dial, it made different noises. I had found one particular "station", which to me was just a different noise. At that young of an age, your pretty nieve. You don't know shit from dumplings. I wish I knew what a dumpling was.
After a couple of seconds, she told me in a very scolding voice, that "that music is from the devil". I was shocked. Horrified. That scared the shit out of me.
My entire 4 year memory at the time, consisted of that particular neighbourhood in Steinbach, Tim Harms - the best friend a guy could ask for, and church on Sundays. Church always said the devil was bad. I didn't understand WHY they said the devil was bad, but he was a bad bad dude, to be avoided at all costs.
Fast-Forward 20 years... I still think that "the devil" is a bad guy. And my favorite music is heavy metal music - and hard-core rock n' roll... anything that angers "The Man".
I feel like I could write a novel on this post alone, but I shall digress. It was a memory thats been nagging me, like a cigarette a nearby ashtray drifting smoke in my face.
And now, work guy needs time. Thanks for a weekend.
