Primal Concrete Sledge

Hope of terran

2008-03-07T01:12:00.003+02:00

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Every time I read Frost's poem 'The Road Not Taken,' I feel a twinge in one side of my heart. Six years after my transformation from the 'Internet Café bum' to a 'progamer,' I look back at myself from where I am now more and more often. I look back at the road that I took, quietly examining the footsteps I left behind. As there are footsteps that lead in one direction, there are also interrupted ones. These footsteps make me think with satisfaction, 'I've walked many difficult paths.' At the same time, I also feel traces of altruism when I think, 'I'd like the footsteps I left to be someone's guiding light when he is lost.'

That satisfaction and altruism made me mature as a 'progamer.' When I first began playing, I played only for myself. Like a 100m sprinter who only looks forward, becoming the champion was my only and final goal. I could not even hear the voices of my fans, my unwavering supporters. Then, one day, I realized that the satisfaction that I took pride in was planted there by the people cheering me on for taking 'the road not taken,' that the ones who did not leave but watched silently, even if I lost, were the 'guides' who encouraged me to keep going down the road as a 'progamer…' Now I play for the ones who enjoy my games, the ones who come to watch my games. Maybe this is why I try even harder to do my best than when I 'only played for myself.'

Through this book, I want to convey how someone worthless like me was able to stand up to the world; my own 'dreams and hopes' that I never gave up even when everyone ignored me. I want to share my bloody tears with those who cry because the road they chose was too difficult, or those that gave up their dreams to take the road that was a little easier.

Paşa Hassan

2008-02-01T19:18:00.000+02:00

George Coşbuc - Paşa Hassan

Pe vodă-l zăreşte călare trecând
Prin şiruri, cu fulgeru-n mână.
În lături s-azvârle mulţimea păgână.
Căci vodă o-mparte, cărare făcând,
Şi-n urmă-i se-ndeasă, cu vuiet curgând,
Oştirea română.

Cu tropote roibii de spaimă pe mal
Rup frâiele-n zbucium şi saltă;
Turcimea-nvrăjbită se rupe deolaltă
Şi cade-n mocirlă, un val după val,
Iar fulgerul Sinan, izbit de pe cal,
Se-nchină prin baltă.

Hassan de sub poala pădurii acum
Lui Mihnea-i trimite-o poruncă:
În spatele-oştirii muntene s-aruncă
Urlând ianicerii, prin flinte şi fum,-
Dar paşa rămâne alături de drum
Departe pe luncă.

Mihai îi zăreşte şi-alege vro doi,
Se-ntoarce şi pleacă spre gloată,
Ca volbura toamnei se-nvârte el roată
Şi intră-n urdie ca lupu-ntre oi,
Şi-o frânge degrabă şi-o bate-napoi
Şi-o vântură toată.

Hassan, de mirare, e negru-pământ;
Nu ştie de-i vis, ori aieve-i.
El vede cum zboară flăcăii Sucevei,
El vede ghiaurul că-i suflet de vânt
Şi-n faţă-i puterile turcilor sunt
Tăriile plevei.

Dar iată-l! E vodă, ghiaurul Mihai;
Aleargă năvală nebună.
Împrăştie singur pe câţi îi adună,
Cutreieră câmpul, tăind de pe cai -
El vine spre paşă: e groază şi vai,
Că vine furtună.

- "Stai, paşă, o vorbă de-aproape să-ţi spun
Că nu te-am găsit nicăierea" -
Dar paşa-şi pierduse şi capul şi firea!
Cu frâul pe coamă el fuge nebun,
Că-n gheară de fiară şi-n gură de tun
Mai dulce-i pierirea.

Sălbaticul vodă e-n zale şi-n fier
Şi zalele-i zuruie crunte,
Gigantică poart-o cupolă pe frunte,
Şi vorba-i e tunet, răsufletul ger,
Iar barba din stânga-i ajunge la cer,
Şi vodă-i un munte.

- "Stăi, paşă! Să piară azi unul din noi."
Dar paşa mai tare zoreşte;
Cu scările-n coapse fugaru-şi loveşte
Şi gâtul i-l bate cu pumnii-amândoi;
Cu ochii de sânge, cu barba vâlvoi
El zboară şoimeşte.

Turbanul îi cade şi-l lasă căzut;
Îşi rupe cu mâna vestmântul
Că-n largile-i haine se-mpiedică vântul
Şi lui i se pare că-n loc e ţinut;
Aleargă de groaza pieririi bătut,
Mănâncă pământul.

Şi-i dârdâie dinţii şi-i galben-pierit!
Dar Alah din ceruri e mare!
Şi-Alah îi scurtează grozava-i cărare
Căci paşa-i de taberi aproape sosit!
Spahiii din corturi se-ndeasă grăbit,
Să-i deie scăpare.

Şi-n ceasul acela Hassan a jurat
Să zacă de spaimă o lună,
Văzut-au şi beii că fuga e bună
Şi bietului paşă dreptate i-au dat,
Căci vodă ghiaurul în toţi a băgat
O groază nebună.

2008-01-25T10:58:00.000+02:00

De multe ori ma intreb incotro ma indrept si ce imi va rezerva viitorul.Unii ar spune ca viitorul ti-l faci cu mainile tale,lucru care pare cel mai verosimil,sau
ca el se creeaza odata cu tine,si ca uneori te bate in fata.Cand ajugi sa reflecrezi asupra trecutului si ajungi sa te schimbi este o realizare.Cand incepi sa te uiti la sex&the city cu placere si sa razi si sa te pui in acele ipostaze din serial inseamna ca undeva drumul nu a mers asa cum ai fi vrut tu sa se insire si ca acum
trebuie sa iti faci altul,sau nu stiu,sunt confuz.

Lumea se sfarseste si noi odata cu ea,o viata avem si parca ar fi pacat sa o ratam
si sa o traim din amagiri,oare ce merita cu adevarat in acesti ani care ne-au mai ramas?O slujba buna,prieteni de incredere si o jumatate care sa te astepte acasa cu
mancarea calda si cu un mereu zambet pe buze?

Numai tu ma trezesti cand dorm,numai tu
termini al meu somn,si iti simt umbra pe
gat,ochii tai am privesc urat,e tarziu,nu
vreau sa mai ies,mergem iar maine`n
parculet,si iti vad parul negru lucind,e
superb,atunci cand te-ntinzi,ma astepti
seara pe la usa,imi place ca esti
jucausi,cum vii tu imi sari in brate,iti
dau cu genunchiu`n coaste,iesim in oras
afara,te simt tot,ca esti ca o fiara,tu
esti..toata viata mea.

Niste versuri foarte frumoase si parca spuse din inima,chiar daca nu imi apartin,insa le-am simtit cu adevarat cand le-am ascultat si transcris.

Nu ma voi opri si nici nu voi renunta,chiar si in liniste si tacut stand
voi ramane acelasi si privirea mea va ramane neclintita spre orizont,cu ochii
umezi,dar optimisti,nedorind nimic,ci doar traind.

Azi s-a implinit un an,frumos,trist,placut si cald,rigid si rece,un an din care am
invatat mai mult ca in multi altii,si in care am castigat atatea,dar am si pierdut,dar vorba zicalei,nu le poti avea pe toate,si asta este viata,nedreapta,trista,amagitoare,cum vrei sa-i spui.

Sunt cam intors pe dos,sunt pierdut,dar simt ca ma pot regasi,chiar si fara
tine,desi simturile ma bulverseaza."Nu am cum sa ma schimb,am irosit pe vise
prea mult timp."

future sound of london

2008-01-22T10:19:00.000+02:00

In caz ca vreti si altceva inafara de metale forjate pe creier.

numerologie

2008-01-20T05:08:00.000+02:00

Am aflat de aici ca:

Bine ca sunt masaculin,clasic,matur,formal,puternic,serios,ceva rafinat,cam dubios,simplu si cam nerdy.Acum pot spune ca am o piatra lipsa de pe inima.

caracterizare

2008-01-15T06:12:00.000+02:00

M-a intrebat cineva recent cum m-as descrie cel mai succint cu putinta.Si am facut-o,poftim:

Suicide Note Pt. I

Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine

[Pre]
When I'm hiding, when I need it,
it lets me breathe,
for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time

[Chorus]
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....

Forever fooling, free and using,sliding down the slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are you to regress unfulfilled?
It's a damn shame, but who's to blame?

Suicide Note Pt. II

Out of my mind,
gun up to the mouth
No pretension, execution, live and learn , rape and turn
Fret not family,
nor pre-judged army
This is for me,
and me only, cowards only
Try it

[Chorus]
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves
Graves descending down

It's not worth the time to try, to replenish a rotting life
I'll end the problem, facing nothing, fuck you off, fuck you all
Tortured history, addict of misery, this exposes me
for weakness is a magnet - watch me do it

[Chorus]

Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it,
doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice
when a mind's made up to go ahead and die?
What's done is done and gone, so why cry?

cola de valoare

2008-01-08T00:38:00.000+02:00

Intru in magazin,defapt butic,caci era amplasat intr-o curte,intru sa caut frigiderul cu cola,trec pe langa cel cu frutti-fresh,prigat,apa-minerala,tot felul de sucuri de "mana a 2-a" si gasesc intr-un colt o ultima sticla de 2l de coca-cola.Ma intorc spre tejghea,bucurandu-ma ca in fata mea nu este nimeni,dar deodata apare un tip semi-plinut,voinic,ras in cap,cu pantofi de piele negri si sosete flausate albe cu 3 dungi sus,cu bmw la usa buticului respectiv, se baga in fata mea,zic ok,treaca de la mine.
Apar din intuneric si nevasta-sa si cu "aia mica" o fetita razgaiata de "cati" ani.

Ea imbracata din flora,sau europa si cu pampoane in cap.Parintii ei in trening amandoi,d-ala chinezesc asa..."lejer",pe care scrie Sergio Tachino sau Niki.sau Adibao.
El sta cu o mana in buzunar asa...relaxat fortat..si cu una pe portofel,o borseta d-aia burdusita cu hartii de 1 milion si scoate o bancnota....vanzatoarei i se face rau.Si incepe,vorbind asa...putin gutural si emanand miros de tigari..."

"da-mi un cartus de lucky"
"da-mi o cafea jacobs"
"da-mi un "sprey"
"da-mi o sticla de vin,cel mai ieftin"
"da-mi o cutie de masline"
"da-mi 3 pungi de seminte.d`alea sarate,nu d`alea "nutline" scumpe"

Nevasta-sa mai zice ca vrea si ea ceva,aia mica la fel,vrea napolitane.
"de care,tati?",intreaba ta-su'
"de-alea"
"a ,nu! de-astea"
ba nu,ba da,ba din astea..

Vreo 5 minute alege naploitane.
(in timpul asta stai in spate sa iei un suc)

Apoi incepe:"alunele alea sunt bune"?
Vanzatoarea incepe si-i explica...ca sunt aduze acum cinci minute,ca sunt proaspete..
Apoi se trezeste nevasta-sa: "da' de ce ai luat ulei draga,ca avem acasa 35 de baxuri de la Fane"
"bine,ia uleiul inapoi"
"cat face pana acuma?"
vanzatoarea sta si calculeaza o ora...
greseste...nu-i iese..

Eu stau si zic ca gata,termina.
Intr-un sfarsit zice 2 milioane optsute.
Gagiul da din cap..aprobator asa...scoate mana din buzunar.si-o trece peste capul ras...

Fi-sa e murdara la gura de eugenii+bomboane mov+guma+frisca+sticksuri+pufuleti...

Si incepe iar:"mai da-mi o cola."
"mai da-mi o conserva d-aia.."
"mai da-mi servetele,38 de baxuri"

"mai da-mi apa plata", "fa,iti place plata?"
nevasta-sa: "nuuuuuu"
"bine,da-mi minerala."
"fa,e buna mierala?"
"daaa"
"mai da-mi o pasta de dinti"
"mai da-mi 3 beri"

si stai frate...si astepti...si zici ca gata.

dupa aia..."da' vata cand ati primit?"
"a,poi vata am avut mereu"
"e buna?"
(cum sa intrebi daca e buna vata?????)
"daaa,ca e moale,ca e cea mai buna"
"bine,da-mi un pachet de vata."
(dupa ce a intrebat 10 minute detaliile despre vata,de ziceai ca are de bandajat vreun comandou de elita)

apoi vine un cunoscut
"ce faci Titi?"
Se intinde la vorba cu ala...cu banii in mana"
Vanzatorul asteapta..
Eu astept..
Il intreaba de meci.
"ai vazut ce prost a fost lobontz?"
"daaaa,ba ce muist arbitrul ala..."
"mama,si faza aia..."

Intr-un tarziu termina
Intreaba iar cat costa,iar calcule.

N-are calculatorul ala de masa baterie,da-i...schimb-o...nu e buna,a stat bateria prea mult in plastic.

Se apuca pe hartie si face calcule...innebunesti acolo.

Dupa muuuuuult timp....zice 3milioane 200
Tipul zice "mai da o bere si pentru titi"

3milioane 210 mii.

Sta cu hartia de un milion de la inceput.
Da un milion.
si apoi o striga pe nevasta-sa:"fa,ai marunt?"

Aia e pe-afara,se joaca cu puradeii vecinei,o grasa a carui sot are mertzan..

Vine aia...
"ce n-ai bani?"
"ba am,dar da-mi tu"
Se cauta asta...scoate 2-3 sute...
"mai ai?"
Intreaba si tipa cat face

3 milioane 210

"da' cea-i luat atatea?"
"pai uite...bla bla"...si le insira tipul.
"pai de masline n-avem nevoie"
"nici de compot de ananas"
Si pune jumate inapoi din punga,pe tejghea.
Ia vezi acum,cat face,intreaba pe vanzator

Calcule iar..pe hartie.

Numai in chitila se poate intampla asta..

Aia mica isi prinde parul intr-o nisa dintre frigiderul de cola si cel de frutifresh,incepe sa urle.
Ta-su' "taci fa`n mortii tai"
"ca numar banii"
Desi are doar hartia aia de un milion..are de dat 2 milioane si ceva,si el sta cu milionul in mana,
nu umbla in borseta nici mort...se cauta prin treningul ala de ra*at..

Ma rog,aduna ei impreuna 1 milion jumate.
"auzi,restul trece pe caiet,te rog"
"iti aduc eu maine."
Vanzatorul incuviinteaza.

Il trece pe caiet.
Nevasta vede ca umbla pe caiet...
"eu cat mai am acolo,separat,nu cu el?"
Cauta...

Intr-un final...cand vor amandoi sa plece,vanzatorul se uita la mine,"da,ce vreti?"
Exact cand sa deschid gura sa spun ,se intoarce tipul..
"da-mi repede si un gel de dus d-ala nivea"
"nu am nivea,am Sensi-pesti"
"bine,da-mi d-ala."

Il ia si iese...astept sa treaca pe caiet..
Si intr-un sfarsit,spun cu o privire plina de recunostinta..."o cola la 2 litri"
Platesc 50 de mii,imi da restul zece mii,o iau din frigider,si plec...a durat 30 de secunde.

Dupa mine nu mai sta nimeni,ca niciunul n-a avut rabdare sa stea..

muzica pentru inima

2008-01-06T04:44:00.000+02:00

Ascultati si ascultati bine,cu atentie,cu pasiune,cu cuvinte legate de frumos,cu tigara arzand intre degete si langa buze,cu pielea alba si zburlita,cu mintea la acel loc unde cu totii vrem sa fim.
Probabil cea mai frumoasa melodie care mi-a trecut pe la urechi de cand exist,o capodopera deplina si desavarsita.

minciuni adevarate

2008-01-02T03:08:00.000+02:00

Când ai nevoie de dragoste

când ai nevoie de dragoste nu ti se da dragoste.
când trebuie sa iubesti nu esti iubit.
când esti singur nu poti sã scapi de singurãtate.
când esti nefericit nu are sens sã o spui.

când vrei sã strãngi în brate nu ai pe cine.
când vrei sã dai un telefon sunt toti plecati.
când esti la pãmânt cine se intereseazã de tine?
cui îi pasã? cui o sã-i pese vreodatã?

la trecut

2008-01-01T07:55:00.000+02:00

Numarul ei de telefon pe o foaie din fata mea dintr-un mesaj frumos dar trist.Numarul scris de mana mea cu pixul negru incrustat cu patos.Numarul aproape memorat desi imi doresc sa nu mi-l amintesc.Numarul ei pregnant in memoria mea si in amintirile mele.Numarul ei..

a vulgar display of metal

2007-12-28T21:44:00.000+02:00

PANTERA: A VULGAR DISPLAY OF METAL

by Don Kaye

“The thing about us is that we always stayed on the ground level with the fans,” proclaims Pantera guitarist Dimebag Darrell in his proud Texas twang. “We never rode above the fans – I’m a fuckin’ fan myself – and we always had great interaction with them. They’re us, we’re them, we’re all for one and stronger than all.”

Of course, it took the Dallas-based Pantera time to find their groove, shape their sound, and harness the right mix of combustible personalities. The band emerged in the early Eighties, when drummer Vinnie Paul and his guitarist brother Dimebag Darrell put Pantera together with bassist Rex Brown and vocalist T Lee. After three self-released albums, it was clear that a remarkably different heavier sound was evolving. Enter new frontman and New Orleans native Philip Anselmo, , on a fourth independant release. The collaboration with the heavy trio and explosive singer was about to set the stage for a harder, more damaging, trademark Pantera.

After being turned down “twenty-eight times by every major label on the face of the earth,” an Atco Records A&R rep named Mark Ross saw the band when Hurricane Hugo stranded him in Texas. The long-sought record deal finally arrived, and with it, Pantera’s “official” 1990 debut, titled Cowboys From Hell. Co-produced by the band and Terry Date (Max Norman turned the project down in favor of Lynch Mob), Cowboys From Hell took Pantera’s evolution to the next level. Darrell’s chugging, jagged guitars, Vinnie’s machine-gun, darting drums, and Philip’s collection of harsh screams, clenched-fist roars, and eerie melodies, all fused together into a sound they called “power groove.”

“Cowboys is where everybody came into their own, along with the full-blown Pantera sound,” says Vinnie. “That was actually the first song we wrote for the record. Basically it was about us coming out of Texas and being out of place. People don’t think of Texas as being a hot spot for heavy metal, they think of New York or L.A. or something like that, so it just seemed like an obvious concept for us.”

Cowboys From Hell spawned several other unquestionable classics, including the moody, morbid epic, “Cemetery Gates.” “We’ve always done a bunch of musically diverse things,” says Dime. “I’m a big fan of King’s X and bands like that. I was just showing a broader side of the band, the more melodic stuff we can do.”

Months of solid touring molded the band into an even more lethal live act than they had been before, and two years after the release of Cowboys, the band reconvened to lay down what many fans consider their masterpiece: Vulgar Display Of Power. Working with Date again, the band carved out an even more incendiary sonic assault on an album that truly lived up to its monicker with frightening intensity.

The disc yielded, among others, the awesomely heavy shuffle, “Walk,” the pummeling, warped riffage of “Mouth For War,” and the disturbing, bitter “This Love.” Vinnie: “If there’s one thing that Philip did the very best, it’s that he always wrote straight from the heart. He never candy-coated anything or had a bullshit way of saying anything in his lyrics. ‘This Love’ was pretty much the story of a relationship that he had been in, that just didn’t work out, and he was fuckin’ pissed about it!”

More endless roadwork followed the release of Vulgar Display, elevating the band into bigger venues and drawing larger audiences all the time. By the time 1994 and Far Beyond Driven rolled around, Pantera was established as the metal act to beat in terms of heaviness, sheer power, and slavish allegiance to the metal lifestyle.

“We drove ourselves, that’s for sure,” says Vinnie about the album, which remains the most extreme disc to ever debut at Number One on the Billboard Top 200. “We didn’t debut at Number One for any other reason than all the fans we had made on tour. We still weren’t a radio band or anything like that, so it was strictly word-of-mouth and the live show that did it.”

“We couldn’t get airplay and nobody gave a fuck about it, but the fans damn sure did,” agrees Dime. “We wrote that record for them.”

The first single from the album, “I’m Broken,” was “a soundcheck riff – one of them ones where I’d walk in with a hangover from ripping it up night after night with everyone in every town,” chuckles Dime. “That’s where a lot of the best riffs I ever wrote came from. I just played the first riff I thought of, Vinnie started kickin’ in on it, Rex joined in, we didn’t write the entire song on the spot, but we kept toying with it and finally worked on it once we got into the studio.”

And then there’s “Five Minutes Alone,” which crystallized the band’s “take no shit” attitude, as Vinnie explains: “There was a guy in the front row at Pine Knob in Detroit who was heckling Phil. Finally, several people in the crowd just jumped this guy’s ass and beat the shit out of him on the spot, so he sued us. And when his dad called our manager, his exact quote was, ‘you just give me five minutes along with that Phil Anselmo guy and I’ll show him who’s big daddy around here.’ Phil’s response was, ‘You just give me five minutes along with that cat’s dad and I’ll whoop his ass.’ That’s where that song came from.”

As brutal as Far Beyond Driven was, it ended on an uncharacteristically quiet note with the band’s cover of Black Sabbath’s dreamlike “Planet Caravan.” “Black Sabbath’s one of our all-time favorite groups,” says Vinnie. “We got asked to be a part of the first Sabbath tribute record, Nativity In Black, and we were thinkin’ about what song to do, and we just suddenly decided that “Planet Caravan” was a cool song, plus nobody would even expect it. It turned out great, but due to legal circumstances, we ended up not being on Nativity In Black, so we added it to the end of Far Beyond Driven. We thought it was the perfect way to end the record.”

The Great Southern Trendkill, released in 1996, is now considered Pantera’s “overlooked” album, coming out as rap-metal was hitting its stride and temporarily drowning out the mighty Pantera roar. Trendkill did, in fact, find Pantera adding some different spices to their corrosive metallic stew, but the chilling “Drag The Waters” best represents the album. “That song is about a lifetime of dealing with people that you can’t tell what they’re really comin’ at you for, or what their motives really are,” snarls Dime. “You’ve got to drag the waters to get to the bottom and find out the truth.”

It was four years before Pantera released their next full-length studio effort, but the band was far from inactive. Touring nonstop, the boys still managed to find time to release a live album, Official Live: 101 Proof, featuring the ominous studio bonus track, “Where We Come From,” and a scalding cover of Ted Nugent’s “Cat Scratch Fever” for the soundtrack of the Kiss-themed movie, Detroit Rock City. “Gene Simmons actually approached us to be a part of that,” remembers Vinnie. “And we were like, ‘we’re old Ted fans, let’s see if we can do a throwdown version of it.’ To this day, I probably still hear our version in titty bars more than I hear his.”

Dimebag Darrell calls the band’s most recent studio album, 2000’s Reinventing The Steel, a “best-of in its own right,” a mix of elements from the albums that had preceded it. Even the closing epic, “I’ll Cast A Shadow,” was a monster. “Usually when we write, the songs come together really fast,” says Dime. “But sometimes, you’ll be drilling at one for hours before you realize it ain’t workin’. This was one of those. So we put it on the back burner, finished up all the other tunes, then went back to give it one more pull. We rearranged it, throw a few new parts in, and it really brought it to life. I think it ended up being the baddest-ass song on the whole record.”

“Goddamn Electric,” a tribute to metal itself, was another bad-ass anthem, and warranted a special guest appearance. “We thought, ‘this song just gives so much respect to these other bands like Black Sabbath and Slayer, we’ve just gotta get Kerry King down here to put a lead on the motherfucker,’” relates Vinnie. “We went and met him at the Starplex in Dallas when Slayer was on Ozzfest. I took some portable recording gear, and we recorded that lead – first take, one take only, backstage in the bathroom at the Starplex. And it’s awesome.”

As one of metal’s most ferocious acts, with one of its most insanely devoted audiences, it’s clear as an empty whiskey bottle that Pantera’s impact and influence on heavy music is still being felt. “Every time I hear a kick drum with that extra slap on top, or that chainsaw sound on the guitar, I know where it came from,” concludes Dime. “We’re just glad we can hand it down and see everyone else bring some new shit to the table and keep passing it on. I’m glad we could actually put a stamp out there that everybody could get a pull off of.”

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With all his greatness and accomplishments on the guitar, Dime will be missed more for his giving personality, charisma, caring for others, love and most of all his HEART!! Twice as big as the state of TEXAS!!!!!!!!!!!! Dime gave it all every day to each and every one of us and our lives have forever been hollowed without him...Thanks to all of you for reaching out
to us in this time of our
immeasurable loss.
REST IN PEACE BROTHER DIME!!!!!!
-Vinnie Paul

colinde

2007-12-26T05:59:00.000+02:00

Deci nu se mai poate!De azi,26.12.2007 nu mai fumez.

In alta ordine de idei:

suna la usa(singur acasa fiind),nu merita efortul deplasarea
insista
ma tarasc sa vad ce arde
-ce cacat e?(traiasca vorba lui muffin)
-primiti cu colindu?
-nu,pa(inchid usa in nas)
suna iar la usa
-ce nu a-ti inteles?
-dar de ce nu primiti?
-PENTRU CA SUNTETI NISTE MANELISTI JEGOSI SALUT PA LAREVEDERE.ZDRANG.

Ferenc Cakó

2007-12-24T02:31:00.000+02:00

sezon imbelsugat

2007-12-24T02:17:00.000+02:00

Merovingian: "I love French wine, like I the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favorite. Fantastic language. Especially to curse with. Nom de dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculé de ta mère. It's like wiping your arse with silk. I love it"

In alta ordine de idei:

eu\tusesc
mama\te doare gatu?
eu\nu,e de la tigari
mama\sa-ti dau un sirop de tuse?
eu\nu am nevoie
mama\hai ca-ti aduc
eu\AM ZIS CA NU VREAU
mama deschide usa in mana cu o lingurata de sirop si cu sticla in alta

eu\scriu
mama\hai sa-ti decorez camera de craciun
eu\nu mersi
mama\hai ca odata e craciunu,datini,traditii,etc
eu\NU
mama\macar o ghirlanda,sau un pom de craciun in miniatura
eu\expresie de dezacord
mama\hai ca ma duc sa le aduc
eu\NU ADU NIMIC,NU VREAU,NU
mama intra cu grirlande,pom in miniatura alb si albastru,crengi de brad,globuri,mosi craciuni de ciocolata,salata de fructe in salatiera,cozonac,prajitura de branza,si am uitat sa le tin randul

A Lifetime of Vinyl Culture

2007-12-18T00:06:00.000+02:00

Davis' DJ Shadow thumbs through his extensive archive of the recorded past looking for beats and breaks to sample.

"I've always respected the director more than the movie star",zicea DJ Shadow (a.k.a. Josh Davis),un artist desavarsit la numai 24 de ani."He's the one with the vision," a continuat Shadow, "who creates the piece, makes the dough and is respected--and nobody knows who he is. I don't have any interest in being in front of a camera. I don't like seeing myself everywhere. It's not why I do what I do. I make music for music's sake."

Fabricarea muzicii inseamna acomodarea la o afacere care cere o imagine cat si un talent.Pentru arta lui, Shadow trebuie sa sufere ca sa ii ofere o imagine cat mai apropriata de realitate,sau de realitatea pe care incearca sa o afiseze.

"Buying records keeps you humble because you're rooting through a graveyard of broken dreams," Shadow replica. "It keeps you focused and respectful of all types of music."

Printre multe melodii lungi si meditative reuseste sa creezi si bucati scurte,la obiect si foarte ritmate,precum This time sau Meets his maker.Insa,din punctul meu de vedere,importanta majora se concentreaza asupra pieselor lente,lungi cu influente atat de diverse incat le face foarte interesante auzului,trombon,pian,contrabas,violoncel,tobe,bas,scratch de disc,voci puternice masculine si razlet voci emotionale feminine,precum in cele 5 parti ale piesei what does your soul look like?,care dupa parerea mea este cea mai reusita piesa din repertoriul lui.

Come and be with me,live my twisted dream

2007-12-16T17:02:00.001+02:00

-Si de ce sunt sosetele tale pe dos?
-Fiindca sosetele sunt prost concepute.Cusaturile sunt in interior.Provoaca dureri la degete.In unele culturi aduce noroc daca porti lucrurile pe dos.
-Si crezi ca e asa?
-Nu, dar e ca rugaciunea.Ce risti?

Exact asta vreau sa spun si eu,care este rostul?De ce trebuie sa facem lucrurile asa cum sunt sau asa cum ne sunt invatate sau impuse?De ce trebuie sa urmarim toti acelasi tipar precum niste roboti teleghidati si sa nu gandim singuri o cale?
Fuck this shit,cu alte cuvinte,i`ll do it my way.

De ce sunt cuvintele pe care le scriem pentru noi...intotdeauna mult mai bune decit cele pe care le scriem pentru altii?Stii care este cel mai bun moment?Cind ai terminat prima versiune...si o citesti singur.Inainte ca nenorocitii astia sa ia ceva...ce n-au putut sa faca toata viata...si sa distruga intr-o singura zi.

Deci hai cu mine,traieste visul meu dubios.Fara alte cuvinte,fara 'de ce' si alte intrebari aferente,pur si simplu fa-o.Da-le jet la toti si la tot ceea ce pare normal,si arunca-te in marea de incertitudini.

"Restul celor ce s-au dus inaintea noastra...nu pot domoli nelinistea celor...ce vor urma."