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scathe — Thu, 09 Aug 2007 20:24:52 +0000

My Top 5 … Concerts

scathe — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 10:45:56 +0000

Wow, it seems it’s been a while since I felt the urge to write something on here. There is no doubt I could make tons of excuses for that (no inspiration, exams, busy with other stuff,…) but nobody cares about that anyway so whatever.
I just went to Werchter Festival on the 1st of July. Normally I go all 4 days, but since last year there happened to be a fucking heatwave and at the end of the fourth day I was practically sweating sunblock through every pore, I decided this year to only go 1 day. Why this specific day? Because Metallica was main staging! Not that I’m a diehard Metallica fan. You won’t here me yelling all the lyrics, although I do tend to mimic the guitarsounds (yes, my friends do really hate me for this!). BUT I always considered Metallica one of those must-see-live-bands-once because when they play live they seem to send out a different kind of vibe or atmosphere when they give a concert. Anyway, after witnessing quite a few bands live, I thought it was about time I gave you (or anyone who cares to read on after this) my Top 5 concerts.

1. Metallica
Seen at Rock Werchter 2007.

This is not one of the bands on my list that I know best, I play a little guitar myself and have to say that apart from trying to master an intro from one of their songs, I never tried mastering any solo’s that followed the next 6 minutes. There are just a little too many of them… I do have to say that, when performed live, the solo’s (and entire songs for that matter) are performed impeccable and this adds to the whole semi-macho vibe they send off into the crowd. Honoustly, when Metallica performed last sunday, I’ve never seen a bigger crowd on the field than with any of the other bands performing that day. Crowd interaction from James Hetfield and the band in total were great and the half-an-hour-encore did not dissapoint.

More pictures and info: Metallica @ Rock Werchter 2007

2. Tool
Seen at Rock Werchter 2006.

This band was close to becoming first. What Tool lacks in crowd interaction, they make up for with their charismatic band Frontman Maynard (pictures). The music blasted with an impressive amount of volume through the speakers and the overall concert reminded me that the music Tool supplies us with, well… just kicks ass! They may not fill the field with a huge crowd, but none the less their fanbase keeps growing every year, and considering they hardly ever (not to say never) release a music video or emphasise the new release of a cd, I must say that is quite impressive.

3. Foo Fighters
Seen at Rock Werchter 2005 and Vorst Nationaal (2006).
I’ve been somewhat a fan of Foo Fighters and although I don’t listen to their music that much lately, they sure have earned a spot in my top 5 concertlist. Frontman Dave Grohl really takes the stage on every concert and definitly gets the crowd going (this more notable at Vorst Nationaal than at Rock Werchter 2005, because the latter is after all a festival). Besides that, their music is always good to hear and I can say the same for when it is performed live.

4. Muse
Seen at Rock Werchter 2006.
Number 4 and 5 on this list are close to being on the same position, actually they should be. I put Muse on spot number 4, because after all we are still rating concerts here and I want to keep the emphasis on the music more than anything else. Well, not much to say about Muse. Good music, performed well, good vibe, good concert.

5. Rammstein
Seen at Rock Werchter 2005.
Dinner and a show! As previously put, if Muse got number 4 for music, Rammstein should have gotten number 4 for the show. I mean, these guys have both the charisma ànd the theatrics on stage to entertain you or make your jaw drop to the floor, even if you don’t like their music. I for one, also like their music so that concert was 90 minutes well spent.

Pictures found @ GoForMusic.be

You Sir! Are a Turd!

scathe — Fri, 04 May 2007 22:05:56 +0000

That’s right, I said it! A Turd!
And not you’re average brown little turd. NOOOOO way! You are the smelly, rotten kind of turd. The one that makes nuclear waste jealous! The kind that smells so bad, it makes you wonder whether that salad you had for breakfast was such a good idea! You are all the infested disease in this world, you infest society’s colon and by God, you get us constipated! We can’t just squeeze you out. Impossible! You tend to cling on, and when we almost get you out, you take on the hard measures.
You go kamikaze.
You know what kamikaze means right?
Greenish.
Smooth.
Dripping.
Diarrhea.
Our toilet will never be the same. We need to replace it. You. Are not. Worthy! Of porcelain! You hear me???
Now get of my lap before I flush you into the sewer!

Rocks in a Pond.

scathe — Wed, 04 Apr 2007 10:37:00 +0000

I could sit in a corner and watch life fly by. Although the word boring comes to mind, if it weren’t for my so called hormone based need to interact or do stuff or anything, it wouldn’t make a lot of difference anyway. What can you do these days that people wouldn’t expect you to? Get an education, get a job, find a girlfriend, get married, Get. A. Life. Right? Am I really setting these goals for myself, or does someone else or something do that for me? Who decided on that simple fact that you have to live your life within the earlier mentioned pattern? Let’s face it, if you don’t get that precious education, you won’t get that so dearly desired job. If we don’t get that job, we feel sad… Why? Propably because we feel like we’re underachieving, like we’re not living up to what we could be. Humanity’s unflinching desire to excell and be better than anyone or anything that ever lived. Who set the bar on that one anyway? When am I underachieving, when am I better? Does getting that job mean we get to be better? Does it define our lives? Sure it gets me going on a commercial basis. The other one, the girlfriend part, we feel so alone without someone affirming that they love us just for who we are. To make us feel like we are at least someone’s life saving gift. The desire to mean anything to anyone. What if the word love was never invented? Would we be equally happy to hear that someone hated us? Just so we can go to sleep at night, knowing that we meant something?

I guess humanity just drove the unicycle of destiny towards these patterns. Agreed, we get to take a turn left or right from the main road, but we always end up in the same line. Everything we do, has to be socially acceptable. If we don’t do what we’re supposed to do, we would fit in, but not quite the same as if would fit in the other way around. We’re given this margin in which we can differ from whatever people expect from us to do, but when the line between that margin and “the socially accepted” fades, we end up in approval noman’s land.

When you think about it, by defining what we’re supposed to be, we’ve also defined everything we’re not supposed to be. This goes the same for being unique. When are we called special? Why are we special? We are unique or special, because other people say we are. We are not special, we are not unique. We do or are things that astonish other people so greatly, they need to evolve their own world around it, in the end only to make themselves believe they can be (named) special (by the people around them). Its like throwing a rock in pond, the whole concentric circles thing. One specialty defines the next, until what we thought was unique, becomes normal.

So why not sit in a corner and watch life fly by? Makes sense to me. If everything I do is only worth doing when its named worth something by someone else, what does that make of my own actions? My actions are no longer self-defined, they are focussed on what they can be to someone else. Altruïsm anyone? Which, I can’t agree with, can be benificial to the world or greater good no doubt, but doesn’t that make us only one tiny little part of a machine? We are so goddamn depending on everyone or everything around us. We are so depending on our enviremont that our actions are no longer a reflection or ourselves, but a reflection of our enviremont’s expectations towards ourselves. We’ve come to the point that even the enviremont has made sure that deviating from these expectations has become an expectation on its own. We no longer get to deviate, because deviation has been turned into an expectation.

I guess the conclusion is that we’ve created the numbness of our own existence, we’ve made it so that the point of life is life itself. Life as being put under the enviromental weight of expectations we are supposed to live up to. Should we commit suicide then? Behold, this is not a speech on behalf of suicide or global genocide, because that’s just another form of deviation. And believe it or not, it’s accepted.

The point is, there propably is no answer to this dilemma. I just confronted myself with the fact that writing this was propably equally expected as anything else, and that whatever I do next will be as meaningfull or meaningless as throwing rocks in a pond.

Men vs. Women: It’s a genital thing!

scathe — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 22:46:01 +0000

Boobs and facial hair aside, the only thing that is different between men and women is the whole groin area. PLUS! It’s the most common thing we would talk to each other about. Men talk about length and girth beyond measure, and women tend to complain about their life during that very emotional week once a month or so.
Men, in particular, would like their penis to be… 2 meters (about 6-7 feet) long. No kidding there. We never imagined the consequences of a 2 meter penis before, but we aaaaaall want one. I for one, have thought of those consequences! (In case you’re wondering: yes, I have very little to do right now…).

Lets consider the upsides:
- Sports will never be the same. I’m thinking, baseball, pool, pole vault, gymnastics,… you name it! It’s a whole different ball game (I think this is my first pun in bloghistory ever!).
- Improved laziness. Going to the bathroom for example: just swing your dick around the bend into the bathroom and let things flow! Sex from a distance: you can still watch the game in the living room ànd have sex in the bedroom!
- Role Playing. You can become the new Zorro: just wrap one of those silly masks around your balls and swing away with your pride in full glory. Indiana Jones: since you have a 2 meter long penis, who needs a whip? Grip tight and make your lasso of death whip everything around you into place… or off place (Note: Some aiming lessons may be required.).

The downsides however:
- Ever heard of spacey boxer-shorts? Well, you’re gonna need em now, ’cause there is NO way you’ll fit that hose in that tighty whity of yours. You could always role it up around your waist or shoulders, but that would require the public nudity laws to be changed…
- Provide your home with padded floors. You don’t want scraping wounds do you?
- Live Feed installation costs. Well, you cant keep track of where the end of your penis is holding up all the time, so a little camera just at the end may come in handy.
- Erections. Waking up with a morning erection, may turn out to be less pleasant, if it were pleasant to begin with it… I guess its kind of a turn off when you find your self crushed into the ceiling one morning.

I found a more practical solution for women though. Jam a cork in it! That sounds a bit harsh doesn’t it? But think of the functional side of it! After several months, pressure is going to build up, and then, with a well mounted visor: you got yourself a home made projectile firing weapon stuff thing! In times of war, women will prove to become more valuable: replace the cork with a grenade, pull the pin and bombs away!
This of course also has its downsides: reproducing wont be quite as charming as it used to be, some weird smells may appear after a while, and pretty much your own womb could turn malignant towards every living being around you. In the Bio-hazard kind of way.