Temperamental Ramblings.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Move slow like an exercise bike on an airport walkway;


I sleep on my back, 'cause it's good for the spine
and coffin rehersal.
I know a psychic who reads her own palms,
and her findings are personal.
She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side-
well, maybe she knows something that I don't know.


I absolutely adore Why. Elephant Eyelash has been on repeat for the past two days, and I still can't get enough.
It's funny; when I first started listening to Why, I thought that they were just 'okay'. While I found Yoni Wolf's voice interesting, I couldn't really get into him. I had to be in a weird mood to listen to them, and at that point in time, I was no where near weird enough to pay any attention to them.

I don't know how it started, but the song Fatalist Palmistry was on an endless loop in my head, even though I hadn't listened to it in months.
When I sat down to actually listen to it, I was floored. How could I have ever dismissed this band as "just okay"? Their mix of hip-hop and alternative folk is so ecclectic and catchy. These are songs that will stay in your head for days.

What's better than their catchy rhythms, though, is the lyrics.
I think that Yoni is one of my favorite lyricists now, right up there with Ted Leo and Isaac Brock.
This one line gets me everytime:

I should cut down my caloric intake
I should go to bed hungry and wake up
with my guts knotted up
and ears open like a burnt down hut.

This one as well, from the same song:

Unfold an oragami death mask
and cut my DNA with rubber traits
pull apart the double helix like a wishbone
always be working on a suicide note

I want to write like this man. I want to be able to express myself as artfully as he does.

Their new album Eskimo Snow is coming out on the 22nd of September. It's meant to be very different from their previous albums. Yoni himself has said:

"This record is really the least hip-hop out of anything I've ever been involved with."


I'm anxious to hear what the difference will be like on this new album. I can't even begin to explain how excited I am to get my hands on it, so I won't even bother trying.

I'm just going to leave you with my favorite Why songs.

Rubber Traits - Why
Fatalist Palmistry - Why

Written at 12:08 AM by Pharmacist.
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Sunday, September 6, 2009
Establishing Connection


My body is on auto-pilot.

I think it has somehow cut off all contact with my brain. You know what, you can call it a mutiny.
This is my body saying,

"FUCK YOU, BRAIN."
Useless Grey matter. Who needs that shit, anyway.

Sometimes, it feels like I'm just cruising through days and I'm hardly registering what is happening around me. When I try to think back on the week, I blank out. I can't remember what I've done.

It isn't always like that, though. Often I will find myself aware of what I'm doing and saying, but I have no control over what comes out of my mouth.
I'll put it this way:
I'm sitting behind the control panel, but there's no power. My body is running on reserve energy, and I've no sway over what it does.
Horrendously stupid things will spill out of my mouth and my limbs get tangled with all that they come in contact with.

I get lost, I laugh at inappropriate times, I knock things over and I repeatedly ask
"Sorry, what was that?"

I'm sitting there, watching all this. I can see myself acting like a total ass-hat, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
Doesn't matter how many buttons I press, or how hard I kick the machines. Yelling obscenities at it doesn't help, either.

It doesn't matter how frustrated I get, because I've already lost all control.

Maybe I'm mildly retarded, maybe I'm just dozy,
apathetic, or lazy.
I don't know if it's because I've lost connection, or if I even had any in the first place.

I don't know what the cause is, all I know is that it's become a real problem.

Trying to quell disputes between your body and brain is a lot harder than it sounds.
Written at 3:16 AM by Pharmacist.
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