and i heard somthing...

and i saw out the window a dreary white glow

it gave me a feeling

i'd never find out

i'd never really know

it was the presence of something that wasn't there

something that could have given me any image 

through my window-sill

but it decided on a plain view of white

it was laughing at me

at my confused look.

i didn't know what to do or say

i just blankly looked throw the glass

i kept it close when the frost melted off the morning due

and the sun took the place of the white

it was friends with some orange

and i didn't blink once

when everything came to view

the seasons changed

and my past was winking when the night came back

and the moon sung me to sleep

God does exist

only an artist could give you something like that

it's what you make.

the future doesn't really exist in our definition.

it comes and goes

but the process of that is the present and past

by the time the future truly exists

it's already the present

then it goes on forever in the past

fate doesn't exist

it only lies in the future

which doesn't exist

you can plan

but leave it to God

don't rely on fate

and i'll meet you there

think i wrote this for you bob dylan

for times that we shared

though we may never of met

we always knew there'd

be times that are a rough

and times that compare

to times that are changing

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

but upon the old crossroads 

wherewe see pinnacle stares

we all fall in love

with girls with blond hair

for for all of the guilty

who liketo stop and they stare

they're gunna be jealous

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

We got the mabeys

and sortas

and schemes

that once made us wonder

that once made us dream

of dismal dead dead posseys

and rodeys that swear

there all a big part of us

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

since birthed up

and brought up

and taught of the ways

we learn about life

and its silly dumb ways

we learn how to learn

and we gain how to teach

but boy don't you dare find it in your heart just to preach

but if something is true

and it makes you scared

just give it some time

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

there gunna get tough now

with time so passe

new people, old people

all made from clay

for the passing of elders

and people we love

we cherish the times

that we'll share all above

in the sky with many losers

who alldeserve a prayer

cause luck doesn't make you

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

the times are a done know

slower 

downbeat

you want to go back again

but there's noway to cheat

yourself out of the truth

through riddles and jokes

about syndicate people

and dumb fucking blokes

they all can create you

or let yourself down

they all can remind you

and won't let you drown

in the feeling of lonelyness

whether its fare

it's only life

and i'll meet you there

(last harmonica)

 

they don't make weekends like that anymore

whether its the chillin' with the donut dipppin'

Sugar runs to Big Bear

playing with each others cells

or mouths full of your new hair

whether we walk so tired from place to place

whether im documenting your shy face

whether it be the jello that ales yeah

whether we play with our cells

and other pocket paraphernalia  

the sniffs

the shower gel

the yagerbombs

or your potent smell

we rocked it great this past last week

ill miss you on the next one

i've got a feeling of sublime

but 7 different occasions... and three check marks

can make up for lost time

WARNING, BODY-WASH SLIPPERY WHEN WET!

on the seventh day

I rested....with the little lady I love

the tender dirty rotten kiss

I guess after 4 days of nothing but drinkin' every night you really seem to find your connection with Alcohol.  Don't worry about me I got one more night to go then I can relax...

Guess it really seems like love at first sight when your drunk, everything just fits and works... Beers may be the guys main antidote but it takes the form of a lady.... they do things that you can't understand.

Betty Ready

and many thanks to Heineken, Guinness, Carlsberg and Holsten Festbock....

you've made these past few days interesting

Betty Ready ... the girl you wanna drink

Hey there dirty rotten Queen
your nights been tough
long and obscene
but you'll make it
your tough

some dames have had enough

I see you every random night
where the pidgions sleep on buildings
and the streets turn on their lights,
Sittin down at Trappers alley
glancing at every Frank, Mitch or Salley
moving on 
and boozin on
down the musky roads to your next fix

but when I get a second glance 
across the room
I see some life in your eyes
sleep won't come soon,
cuz you stay out all night
your eyelids don't fall
the beers all run out
and its past last call

Hey there Queeny
Your a meanie
wearing your flip flops
your toes so dam teenie
keeping close to your heart 
is your very own flask
I wanna know whats in your mind
but I'm not ready to ask

Mabey when you get older 
Mabey I'll stick around
show you all the wasted cigs
at your table I always found,
some still lit
but you don't give a shit
cause after a few your already homeward bound

Every night when you stop to think
I contemplate to buy you a drink
but your not up for charities
getting to know you would be the grandest of rarities,
and after a few years
and before all the new beers
I thought I'd see you
and your blank stare change a bit,
but the booze is still drunk
and the cigarettes always seem to be lit

Hey there Queeny
Your a meanie
wearing your flip flops
your toes so dam teenie
keeping close to your heart 
is your very own flask
I wanna know whats in your mind
but all i've ever done
is ask...

One last time I took you home
I remember that night
first hazy and alone
but exchanging words became ten times harder than glances
you get it done quick, no time for romances

I awake to your subtle breath
smell the gin on your tongue
your small quaint breast
so pure and so young

bending over the bed and holding the rye
turn around to your glance
you squint and spy
it's refreshing and new
illegal... who knew?
I'd take you away to parts you'd deserve
cause your looks like an addiction
thats impossible to curve.

co Mike Luttmann

Cloverfield

It's funny how i've written with a sense of diversity all around this blog of mine and i've never really taken a chance to apply my skills. I'm a film student at Humber college in Toronto so naturally i gotta use some of my skills to rate some movies.

My first review so hopefully it flies well...

CLOVERFIELD

(spoilers so make sure you've watched the movie already)

I'll start with the writer since all of them are being kinda bitchy these days

Writer:  Drew Goddard

Director: Matt Reeves

Producer: JJ Abrams

Imagine your the classic Manhatten up-scale kid, you got a good start and you have a  good education and everything is pretty much fun and dandy and a lot of booze is consumed, then all of the sudden this "thing" comes after you and your mission changes from doing yagerbombs to dropping real bombs upon this creature and don't forget to save the girl!

What I really enjoyed about Cloverfield was the realism, sure it's obviously all fake but people who go to movies with that kind of attitude can all just work in taxes or insurance or something. The camcorder first person viewfinder movie is a phenomenal idea and whether JJ had any idea in the testing of the movie or not it still defiantly makes a difference. It really brings you into the film, keeps you on the edge of your seat, and may make you sick at times so don't sit too close unless you wana get scared/motion sick. 

I thought it was funny how the camera and sound were so perfect considering all that Hud, best character in the movie,  was holding was some expensive camcorder that can survive helicopter crashes and mini-spider attacks. 

That lens was pretty clean by the end of the movie considering all the shit it went through, and as far as the sound goes? Amazing really captured the ambiance of a broken city and how it was inclosed in fear and chaos. 

It just really seemed like 5 guys with boom mics were following our heros the whole time too. But regardless of the sound it still looked sick, all the focusing and out of focusing really worked as far as realism, the monster never revealed itself until the end and even then it was kinda hard to see, the movie defiantly left you wanting more than just a lizard/ape with six arms and a face like a frog with teeth. (my girlfriend said it looked kinda cute)

Aside from the very good acting and realistic drama they had at the beginning i really liked the progressing terror and action, the subway scene is intense! I mean after a few minutes of understanding the characters and their motives you just wanna see people get attacked by bug-things with the night vision mode one. That had to of been JJ's idea the man is a genius. 

Aside from some of the story disputes; helicopter crash, stomach explosion and splash in the ocean in the last scene I really thought this movie was well done for its short run time.

You wanna know why this movie is such a sucess? JJ fucking Abrams! the man not only caught us with the trailer when we were most vulnerable (the transformers movie debute) but he gave nothing away! He went out of his way to make sure everyone in production kept their mouth shut, how? by telling them is was another type of movie. The man never gave in with his trailers...kept us wanting more so we had to by that ticket on opening night which i might say was really sweaty and loud. 

The boxoffice is already exploding with 50 million in sales in the first fucking week! now could JJ just be a huge dick and take his money and run? NO

The guy has so much more put into this film, just look around the web for the backstory its better told by them, just look up cloverfield, and slusho and you'll eventually find it. It's just a very intriguing backstory, the part that got me is when they revealed that the thing that attacked Manhatten was a confused babey......A FREAKIN BABEY!

all i know is when the sequel comes out watch the fuck out for a pissed off mother!

and a rich ass JJ!

In turn Cloverfield is, in itself, is a giant action film shrouded in mystery and stories that you have to work for to understand which I think how the film industry should work. The depictions are amazing and the clues JJ leaves are amazing, expect a few new breakthroughs in filmmaking in the next few years kids, and hold on for the shaky ride.  

I  think they called is "Cloverfield" because in a field of Clovers there's only a single 4-leafed one, just like in a city of people there's only one monster alone and confused

.... but apparently their Production office is on Cloverfield Road so that kinda ruins it.

8 outa ten people!

 

carbon atoms are unique, and what they make? isn't.

I don't really like having myself force myself to write in this sucker but I do it anyway, it levels me sometimes when I'm feelin' uneasy. 

Mabey it's from wearing flipflops in -10 degree weather but i'm a little sick to my stomach, and I know its from all this crap in my head, not any of the bodily functions...i haven't been sick since 2006

I'm in college so naturally like everyone else i can't resist the rebellious nature I have, but I want it to be known that this is me, it'll always be me. I'll be bold with my statements because they are true and I won't be like you because there's no soul in being a carbon-copy.

 

Mabey that's all I need, a refill on the soul; i've started on the bible my grandmother gave me for christmas, pretty good stories in here. My religion is a reflection of myself in some ways, you may not belive in it and it MAY not even be true but because of what effect it does on me and the world...it really doesn't matter.

Jesus was a good guy and whether he seems Carbon copied from otehr religions or not, just think of the way the world works... in groups.

If one man can get a bunch of people to act as he does and they are all righteous, is that so bad?

I know I can't make my mark like he did but at least I'm true to myself and the people i'll help out.

I'll be selfish somtimes with my actions but I'm only human, I eventually make up for it in the end.

guess people should just peer into shit a bit everyday, but like all those people im gunna shut-up after im done it.

I got some living to do

goodnight toronto

The party's over
A cd's skipping
It's the same hook repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...

And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
And I hope everybody had real, real good time
The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up. 
And I hope I haven't overdone it nooo... 
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the occasion.
It's only this fucked up I start realizing 
All this living is just dying 
And if these are my friends, if this is my home,
If this is how Ii spend my nights, how I communicate, and demonstrate a love of life. 
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that I ever said
No I'm not ready to die just yet.

by against me!

9 to five and we're only alive

we're broken down

on these future tracks

I said were going one way

we ain't coming back

but we're on our way to find ourselves

we'll breath all that air

and read all those books

that collect dust on our shelves

she said shed marry me when I asker

she'd take care of me

organized multitasker

nothing bad does she lack

and they're pretty good qualities

in the sa sa sa sa saaaack!

oh were only too young to buy out our subtleties

I told her to take my hand

and don't you let go. please

we'll spend those nights with massive headaches

give you those butterflies and feel your whole body shake

wake up for our 9 to fives

and work the day away knowing we are in our lives

buh ba buhdadada...ehhh...do eh do!

and when my buds are always a yellin'

just hold on to these words that I am a tellin'

I'm loud and sometimes a massive jerk

ill hold on to those jokes

and remember every passive smirk

about summertime, and hanging with all the blokes

and

morning pitchers with you

with lake water on tap

to the cites where we'll live

so hold onto the map

so one day i'll find you 

and i'll always remind you...

11:11  is in another five

so make your wish and we'll still share our lives.

buh ba buhdadada...ehhh...do eh do!

downtown in the T dot

I fully support this classy place along with all irish pubs around the GTA

these legs were made for stomping

Anticipation has a gaze,

though it may seem wrong, 

to try and completely ignore it 

like you'll wait so dam long  

but hold onto that wait 

don't forget those plans

keep marking up the slate 

twiddle your thumbs in your hands  

it'll come if you let it 

don't time it 

don't sweat it  

spend time in action 

whether it be yours 

or someone's satisfaction 

cuz 

times a deadly dirty sis 

that will grant you wishes 

and everything bliss  

you may not even want to look back

cuz times always change 

eventually you'll pick up the slack

cuz its yours and you own it

can't trade it

can't loan it

in the end of it

you'll go to New Zealand, Alberta or Home

cause these legs were made for stomping

on the planet where they roam

sleep helps

in and out of the ruts are confusing at times. 

But like everything that causes you torment, at the end of it, you never feel so alive.

The human mind is a great thing cause it's so dam unpredictable.      never boring.

well I'm back now and never felt so good.

show me what you got 

guelph

toronto

world.

less thought, more peeot

the mind was meant to be stimulated, thats why we work so hard for a job that'll make us happy, so our mind will always be stimulated and make money that will stimulate our peace of mind which will later on be spent on more stimulations.
If you look at it through a biological sense all that stimulations in the brain could create enough electricity to power a small city.
I just know too many people these days that worry and let there mind melt with over thinking, they need to stimulate their mind with something that makes them happy, before they burn the bridges and ice the lakes. Nothing is ever truly meant or implied unless it's completely understood and theres solid proof. Everything we say we may never mean in a few weeks, but that where we can avoid that shit conversations, stimulate your mind with somthing else, take that time away and use it.
You owe it to yourself and the person your fighting with.

and if that doesn't work?
people should either work on The Hills or just suck it up, life's too dam short.

a message from your friendly neighborhood sketch

Coffee and Cigarettes.

I think the best kind of promotions are the ones you hear of from a friend. Not a loud catchy title or anything, not even that colorful, some of the best things can be in black and white...

 

Check out this flick "Coffee and Cigarettes."  It's a series of vignettes with famous people who may not seem that famous, which makes sense because all their roles in this film are... unimportant. It's almost against what being famous is, a very mundane, black and white dirty feel to it and almost has nothing to do with a central plot or story... yet it's so... cool. It's just simple dialogue that can make you laugh, think or feel awkward. It seems very simple, but for scenes with two main actors and nothing being done but talking? It can be very effective in its own unimportant way.  Jim Jarmusch Wrote and Directed each little snippet all revolving around one central similarity, coffee and cigarettes. 

I got a good sense about how bad they are for you and at the same time, what they are meant for.

I suggest the one with Bill Murray and the WooTang Clan

check it out on YouTube...

"Bill Groundhog-Day, Ghostbustin'-ass Murray!"

tunes

Thought I'd take some time to throw out a few bands that I like, and why I like them. There's a few more but I gotta say these bands help in some places when normal words don't

Against me! - good for drinking with your friends, yelling shit out with a raspy voice.

Alexisonfire - good for when your feelin' harsh or kinda immature.

Antiflag - good for when your feeling mega-rebellious.

Arctic Monkeys - good for the city walks, and indie talks.

Bad Religion - good for head bopping generation songs.

Bang Camaro - just freakin' good!

The Beatles - ... come on.

Bedouin Soundclash - good for a street gospels feel to chill music.

Benny Benassi - Good for clubbing

Black Crowes - good for some new-age old-fashioned country rock

Blink 182 - good for bringing you back to simpler times

Bob Dylan - good for chillin' without one care in your slow-moving mind

Brand new - dirty little street punk with a little whininess if your feelin' harsh. 

Buck Cherry - stupid white loud drinking music, and it's great

Buffalo Springfield - good for that old Vietnam feel, chill with a cause

Champion - for those clubs back home in Montreal

The Clash - for original punks who enjoy the small clubs filled with smoke

Daft Punk - good for European Clubs

Deep Purple - rock meets soul, but surprises you with killer solos

The Detroit Cobras - A womanly feel to sounds of the Clash

Die Toten Hosen - "the dead pants" reminds me of my German routes, with a little punk thrown in

The Doors - heard of them from a good movie, they kept on comming

Dragonforce - Guitar Hero babey!

Dropkick Murphys - True punk drinkers, straight out of ireland

The Eagles - got me in the mood to do this, reminds me of dad

Eric Clapton - another one my dad showed me, freakin amazing

Flamming Lips - not bad

The Flatliners - my new grundge/punk band

The Foo Fighters - makes you wanna yell without going crazy

Frank Sinatra - just cause

The Fratellies - Arctic Monkeys meets the Clash

Fu Manchu - Reminds me of Turtle Jacks

Greenday - old Greenday only please

G and R - the combination of raw talent and amazing feeling to a dysfunctional family who made it huge.

Iggy Pop - The heroin that I'm allowed to do

Ill Scarlett - the new Ska band, with actual talent!

Iron Maiden - the true black and blue metal band, and I'm gunna see them soon!

Jet - everything I like out of the british rock scene, except there from Australia 

Jim Morrison - Jimmis right hand man

Jimi Hendrix - the Main Man

Jimmy Eat World - reminds me of simpler times

Johnny Cash - great for the hangover or for when your feeling harsh, the Cashman knew life best and sings about it better than anyone

Judas Priest - Bringing you back to rock

K-os - a Ska way of doing Hip-Hop? why not?

Kansas - old-school arm-waver

The Killers - won't make sense but it won't have too

Killswitch Engage - one word ... whiplash

Kiss - yeah Gene Simmons

LA Guns - the Glam couldn't get any shinier without them. 

Zeppelin - if you can fill in the first word then you already know

Less than Jake - reminds me of simpler times, and how there changing

Me first and the Gimmie Gimmies - what's wrong with a cover band? they rule

Megadeth - Side one to metal, and good

Metallica - Side two to metal, and better

Millencolin - College before college

Motley Crue - Another family full of characters, but these characters lived life hard and wearing women clothes.

Nashville Pussey - Fuck Yeah

Neil Young - could be Bob Dylans father

NOFX - means punk

Oasis - best kept secret until I found them out, great for getting high

The Offspring - Grade 11, great for acting stupid

Ozzy - another dad band, but harder this time

Pantera - ouch, intense

Pink Floyd - whoa, epic

Public Enemy - original rap and how it should be, same wiht Run DMC, I missed them

Queens of the Stone age - true new black and blue grunge

Rage Against the Machine - speaks for itself

Rammstein - another overseas home band, crazy as they are

Reggie and the Full Effect - reminds me of the slopes

Rise Against - last kid band I can listen too

Rolling Stones - wouldn't exist without the Beatles but hey rule

Rush - sounds of home

Shadows Fall - Few hardcores and these guys are it

Skid Row - ah yeah, the Skid

Slayer - Fakes, but they deal out some intense head-banging tunes

Smashing Pumpkins - more home music, but only for chillin' at home

St. Germain - have to hear these guys in cafes in Europe

Supertramp - my dads favorite band, thanks dad

System of a Down - Grade 10

Thrice - my new good pussy punk band

Tom Petty - blazing in the summer with friends

Treble Charger - Where the hell did these guys go?

Van Halen - whoa yeah

Velvet Revolver - the curve to my Appetite for Destruction

The White Stripes - Blues never felt so new

The Who - guess what...

Wolfmother - selling out never sounded so good

Wyclef Jean - he should be president

I'm not one of those music pushers who will make you listen to his music, but if you get a chance check a few of these guys out. They could help better than you know.

music has that kind of effect.

"Without music, life would be a mistake."  

~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

the Jbird sings best

I don't write these things because I mess up, I don't do it to act cute, I don't do it to gain anything from her or make myself look any which way... I do it because it's the truth.

for you J

as i'm here and growing into my man pants
all i can think of was our last dance
it was mind numbing
but its what i expect
cause it's kinda like you
you got that kind of effect

i'd stare through the window
with each light a different flash
wish i was home
listening to The Clash

i'd think of nights
they'd be visible and starlit
then we'd drive around
IPod says Ill Scarlet

i'd tease all your tunes
though i knew all their meanings
i'd sing out of cue
and i know you'll believe me
when i say that they'd all remind you of me

so keep all your playlists
lets go campin some time
see all the bushed where we pissed,
stand alone in freezing water
pants rolled up tight
the lands gone 
and out of sight
we're cold as hell
and the air's getting thinner
but i know in my mind
that ill be your winner

all those words to hungover to say
letters taking over
and the winner is a 'J'
but fuck all that noise we gotta hear every day
all we need are our notes
and our favorite quotes
cause when i can hear callings like 'hey bay bae'
i know all that matters
is seeing those eyes again
in their best shades of grey

and when ill grow old i can tell you things you need to hear more
get a place with a playground
and nearby is a shore
where a boat would stay by
shitty, unused
but like what you do to me
never abused

cause no matter the forecast
i just know that we'll last
and when the rain comes
ill say my sorries
and stay under my cloud untill your bright and alive once more

and look where i am!
shelves filled with Ramen noodles
and sketch books filled with dumb little doodles
and all i can know thats getting me by 
is doing it for myself
and are soon shared lives

give me a few secs
and something you wont except
will come back for you
to get a better view 
of the lives we deserve when we get older
i know she'll be there
my girl
and ill holding her

my J

pre-made rice is pretty sick

Back at Humber and I feel great.

I guess the rut I've had over the break that got me this blog in the first place is over. No more worrying about cash, food, working, friends, family.... I'm completely back to my time and everything is better to my view. Music sounds sweeter, sleep comes easier and I can enjoy the stuff I'm learning.

Guess I'm just that selfish and I do miss a few peeps but I guess I deserve it after a real shitty break, it had its highs and lows but I just can' take the commercial feel of the holidays. Why can't I just pick my own holiday? regardless whether I have to act happy because it's christmas or not, i mean working full time on the holidays is a sin and having to find time for everything really blows, but I guess thats why I'm here right now. To get my life organized so that it doesn't have to be like that.

I'm living a commercial life so that I don't have to live it when I'm older.

But isn't that why we do anything when we're young? 

so that they can avoid it when their older?

...bull...

- The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes and adult...

-Alden Nowlan

Pints of Guinness make you Stronger

Not only is this a pretty sick song by 'Against me!' but it's a solid truth I take to heart every time I wet my whistle with the king of dark beers. 

Now I'm not one of those loud jerk-ass drinkers who gets his way and yells a lot about how much he could kill everyone in a fight... mainly why I don't drink whiskey anymore. But one thing I notice when I drink beer is the Chill Factor. Now I know I sound like one of those loser surfer guys but the 'Chill Factor' is a pretty sick action that occurs when the following happens. 

- good friends are in the vicinity, either male or female

- Your significant other- to take care of, or to get her to take care of you

- complete strangers that shock or amaze you with how randomly cool they are

- people you don't know but want to

- Alcohol - beer preferred

- Location, Location, Location - Bar, Friends Basement, Club, Park, Sidewalk... anywhere you can chill

- Good unhealthy food is a must

- Entertainment - sports games, movies, video games, boozeogoning, strippers ;)

and we mustn't forget that illustrious sound of many a beer bottles, cups, or cans clanging together in a symphony of brotherhood and yelling something that doesn't really make sense. The Chill Factor can get out of hand sometimes but when you fight your way through the hangover in the morning you'll piece apart what you know about all your people and friends and call them back. You'll arrange another date to chill whether it be alcohol induced or not; The scene in which beer is consumed with more people around you is a social unity that lets you come out of your shell and just hang loose, no matter who you are.

It doesn't reflect the way contemporary society works these days but I think it dam well should.

... now time for a brew

New Years Resolutions

1) Quit Chewing Tabacco

2) Grow a big fat Lumberjack beard

 it'll be tough and painstaking but i'll get'r done