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| delay..anyone? |
Its 5am and id
been wake up by this bothering thought that keeps pounding my head this past
days. Like a syncopated drumbeat that keeps blistering my head, and an overdriven
guitar that’s screams in my face, I know there angst and rage somewhere between
these music lines that I dig in.
I just find things odd,
and seems like everything is somehow related to music and art, yet all I can
here is noise, all I can see is an obscure pattern no Da Vinci can cipher. No
pastel to separate black from white, not even an equalizer to minimize my
disturbing sound. All I can hear is this thin but sharp wah sound that keeps
slicing through my head.
I now nothing on who’s
behind echo and delay, but kudos to him I can manipulate some odd time
signature using this effects. It can give me hordes of sound over and over
again without plucking a string more than once. Pair it with some noise gate,
and you can delay your actual sound. Just like in our government, they have
managed to perfect using these effects, you see, practice makes perfect.
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| i want this... |
Let’s use modulation,
name whatever that pops inside your brain. From phaser to flanger, and chorus
to shifter. Tremolo,panning, bend,lesli rotate, did I forget anything?
I wish we could soar
freely in these sea of waves created by our thoughts, but as I can see,
ignorance is for free, and, us humans, feast on
it.
You see, our life is like
a phaser, we can dwell deep inside this muddle and bounce back and reach for
the sky, or remain beyond those deeps and never surface, and the choice will
always be yours on how much time you’ll spend on your mud.
Have you seen those
insipid human who boastfully wear band shirts who in fucking reality knows
nothing about it? Or those who wear an “asta la victoria” shirt in a manner
that he was with Ernesto and Castro fucking Cuba, yet knows nothing about the
revolution? I mean, what’s the fuck of saying something when you know nothing
on those words that your noxious mouth spill? Come on, don’t be such a
hypocrite.
I and a former band-mate
used to buy band shirt in our early formative years. We buy those shirts due to
a simple explanation, we dig their music it. From oasis to matchbox 20, linkin
park to korn, 3rd eyeblind to the kick-ass led zep’s, you see, we
are who we are. We even wore the famous “che”, kudos to zack dela rocha who
introduced as to he’s ideals…do you even know them? we don fuck with those boyband shirts, because we now nothing about them, and we hate it.
“You Filipinos are very
so rucky, why? Because your president
roves you”
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| honestly, i wouldn't wear it. |
I was 20 when this
sentence didn’t just enter my ears, but hover and stayed inside my head. Such a
witty person he was, sadly he was killed even before I could see. A humorous
statement that marks in our time, but few of us really knows him well.
Look how stupid my fellow
phonies, they wore the “yellow” shirt, they know he’s ideals, principles and
advocacy, but do they follow him? Such a lunatic would wear an ideal he himself
cannot stand for. Are you?
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| I wish i have one like this |
I mean, we criticise
those who wear religious shirt, like they were Pharisees from ancient bible
times pretending to be. We mock those who wears a shirt with a cross or those
who wear a statement shirt about, forgiveness, salvation and eternal life, come
on, put down that pitchfork of yours and stop swinging your puny tail, don’t be
such a fraud reader. I mean, were all guilty of this, even once. We mock them
coz simply of this, we envy their guts. Nothing more, nothing less.
