the twist

Thursday, April 1, 2010


salvador dali - combat (microphysical warriors), 1955

part deux.


then.


the afterparties for each night. rocked. thursday after the show, picked up a biostatistical being, and off to the emerald corner to meet the guys. they were all there, and we danced and drank 5 dolla pitchers into the night.

friday's show concluded in beers and ____to the face while watching forgetting sarah marshall with my roomate. we both had never scene it. and wanted to. our ending thoughts, good good movie XD

saturday's show: hahaha. spontaneous random adventures! 'casm and i (since we didn't get to harlem it up the friday night, decided, nyc tonight, baby) on our way to the CIRCUS at webster hall, we changed course, and went to lady H's domain. which led to


Angels&Kings - nyc

a spontaneous adventure to a bar in the village. a friend and i decided that being a bartender in nyc is the ultimate people watching job. granted on a busy night it may be difficult, but i'm sure you'll have more than enough chances.

at the bar, i'm trying to mingle and dance, but i just really feel like watching. much more satisfying at times. however!! the group i came to be with was more than i could as for :D this guy comes in. clearly already intoxicated. and just stands there watching everyone. then starts watching select people. lo and behold, i became the target. i accepted a drink (for educational purposes and because i was getting a beer that i did not have to pay for) and met bob*, an apartment manager (*names have been changed). talking with this person, and being in his drunk state, he gave me more information than he probably wanted to. in my conversation with him, and by the behaviors of others, i've come to a conclusion. yet again.


men go to bars in hopes of getting in a one night fuck. and they do sincerely try. but are so desperate and obscene that they do not reach their goal. some do.


or perhaps they are just drunk.


so then i think, sure, ill talk to girls. and see if they have anything interesting to say. but they probably are there to get fucked as well. not all of them. im sure some go to just dance. bc thats what i like to do. but there are enough girls who want the former.


simple rule of supply and demand.


i could also say that the demand for females at bars is always high since the supply of men is usually high.


…i digress.


so yea. at bars. can't talk to girls, since they usually want to talk to guys, and im not too certain on how to talk to girls. and cant talk to guys bc all they want to do is get into your pants.


so what is there to do?



DANCE.



and there you have it.

fin.



yes, there you have it. been doing a lot of thinking lately. as to what is going to happen with my life. a good friend said 'life is too short for it to suck'. and he's right. stay happy. be happy.


just be happy.


i've heard that twice this week from two people i respect. some days, it just gets heavy.

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there is always the fine print to catch

Monday, March 29, 2010


this will be a series: of what i wanted to post for days. the internet gods are on my side. at least for the time being, that is (thank you for internet!).


impossible things are happening eeeeeehhhh-vvveeeerrryyyyy daaaaaaayyyyyyyy!

yes, this has been stuck in my head, as well as 'casm's, for the past few days. the past nights, i've been playing in the orchestral pit of Cinderella. fort lee high school did a musical production of it. 'casmGASM came the first night and loved it. it was nice to see someone out in the audience waving at you then having a good time ^__^;;; she was sitting next to some interesting characters...but, i digress.

seeing the students' hard work put into action, feeling the excitement and joy of the entire room, experiencing how the music so eloquently ties it all together and knowing i was a part of it, feels...

awesome. as cheesy a high school musical production is, its a good feeling.

then...

(stay tuned*)



(*yea, i did it. im making you wait. doing like a three part series and what not. mhmmm, im a badass. you're a badass. he, she, it are badasses. oh yea. oh right. we should be dancing. music's got you feeling so free. everybody dance so free. daft punk, anyone? yea? yeaaaaa.)

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i dont want

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


i'm a scary gargoyle on a tower
that you made with plastic power
your rhinestone eyes are like
factories far away
with the paralytic dreams that we all seem to keep
drive on engines til they weep we're
future pixels in factories far away
so call the mainland from the beach
our pod is now washed up in bleach the
waves are rising
for this time of year
and nobody knows what to do with the heat
under sunshine pylons we'll meet while
rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky

can't see it now my heart is frozen
all the birds and all that grows are
tapping at the natives in my soul
i prayed on the immovable
you're clinging to the atoms and I'm
seeing the adjustment signs of change
and I can't see now she said taxi
the light is all that I can take
this storm brings strange royalties, and skies
i'm a scary gargoyle on a tower
that you made with plastic power
your rhinestone eyes are like
factories far away

(here we go again)

That's Electric
helicopters fly over the beach
same time everyday, same routine
clear target in summer
when skies are blue
it's part of the noise when winter comes
it reverberates in my lungs
nature's corrupted
in factories far away

That's Electric
your love's like rhinestones, falling from the sky

That's Electric
we're future pixels in factories far away

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plantlife

i say do it. i dont care what, just do it. jam me, jack me, push me, pull me, talk hard.

TALK
HARD

Talk hard, I like that. It's like a dirty thought in a nice clean mind.

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what is the basic nature of human beings

Tuesday, March 16, 2010



psychedelic belugas!
taken from bbc's 'the blue planet,' frozen seas



(think about the nature of things)

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10 things worth living for

Sunday, March 14, 2010


1. the word "sex" plus any of the following: sweaty, grinding, makeup, exculpatory, oral, and of course, hot monkey.

2. the sweet torque of a perfectly thrown ball: curve, foot-, bowling, doesn't matter.

3. your favorite band's next tour. why the hell didn't you go last time?

4. the new: people. places. tastes. sensations. profanities you haven't tried, like "balls!". gadgets. cars. players on your favorite team. blacktop on your street. information. instruction. friends. lovers. things that grab your imagination, even fleetingly, and make you hunger for more.

5. the surprise of receiving something unsolicited from a woman.

6. inception's release. don't know it? o brother, go forth and google.

7. midsummer, when you can slap an obscenely thick tomato slice on every meal for a week.

8. novels way better than their movies: the beach, by alex garland; a simple plan, by scott smith; and leaving las vegas, by john o'brien.

9. the morning after uninterrupted sleep.

10. sticking around to stick in the craw of those who cannot stand you.


- 'live like you're dying,' chuck palahnuick, written for men's health, april 2010

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trip the 'shrooms fantastic and shit gets drastic

Saturday, March 13, 2010


the dance party went well. i had good reason to be as excited as i was.


thoughts are real powerful things. i think this is forgotten because we get lost in life.

you can control more than you think.


*ladies and gentlemen, i present to you, a ramble on one of the most beautiful violin concertos ever written (mostly on its cadenza):

the allegro, molto appassionato (tempo marking for first movement. the tempo markings are also the titles of each movement. by default. allegro = fast. molto appassionato = with much passion) will always pull at my heart and soul. → "The Germans have four violin concertos. The greatest, most uncompromising is Beethoven's. The one by Brahms vies with it in seriousness. The richest, most seductive, was written by Max Bruch. But the most inward, the heart's jewel. is Mendelssohn's." the violinist, Stefan Jackiw, does it complete justice. i find this piece to be very personal; he by far, does it the best, for me.

then, at 7 minutes and 46 seconds, Mendelssohn's cadenza begins. a cadenza is the ostentatious part of the concerto. its put in by the composer to fuck with the soloist's life even more. no, really. believe you me. haha jk. they are difficult, but meant to show the soloist's talent to the extreme. they incorporate the main theme and embellish it up. the one in this concerto is just intense. mendelssohn takes the theme and throws it in between arpeggios, which give out a feeling of longing. you feel the composer's raw emotion. Mr. Jackiw makes love to his violin throughout the piece, but it is especially seen in the cadenza (8:24; knows exactly where to touch. only to make the violin resonate with the perfect intonation)

9:01
final note on the phrase, a very high E, drawn out on the edge of a musical cliff about to drop with arpeggios. the cadenza, belongs to the soloist. the notes, and a tempo marking are all that are given. that means unlimited ways to interpret. why i like Jackiw's version of the cadenza, esp. from this point on, is because it is very similar to how i like to play it. very similar that it makes me have goosebumps. and because of what happens at

9:22-9:23
the way he holds out that low B, holding you in the suspension until the half-step resolution up to the C, because its so sweet yet melancholy. yes, all in a second. then in the next measure 9:26-9:27 the B is held again but this time sighs down a half-step to the sharp A.

the calm ending to the cadenza is where Mendelssohn decides to bring the orchestra back in! just listen to the ending!!! he gently slips the orchestra in. flawlessy. calm ending is not the word. a far away longing. pining? here you hear the power and explosiveness of Mendelssohn's arpeggios. they ranged from calm to violent yet maintained the theme...

i believe the violin and i are a good match.


...you may just get lucky tonight.

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