Static Loud as my Tongue

I fell asleep on our couch at 2:00 the other night, only to be awoken two hours later by David Parker with two tall cans of Monster energy drink and saying that we had to finish our projects for pols 305. After the initial crabbiness from being woken up at four in the morning had worn off, I knuckled down and turned out one of the most satisfying projects of my university career to date. Of course it's for Paul Rowe so it's going to be marked pretty hard, but I'm still satisfied with it. What I'm even more satisfied with is that I got to spend about two hours in the laundry room last weekend (and quite a bit of time this weekend). For sure I was doing my laundry, but primarily I was there to play my guitar and write songs. So I spent about two hours doing that and along with other stuff I wrote the music for one of my songs. I started writing this one when I was on the island. It was inspired by driving up to this castle on a hill and sitting in the car with Miguel, listening to Peter, Bjorn, and John while a few people went to take pictures of it. From there it evolved when I was in the laundry room into something vastly different. I'm just posting the lyrics right now, but maybe I'll post the rest sometime soon. Unfortunately I'm having problems with publishing my posts in the format that I type them in, so there's going to have to be some random periods thrown in to make things work. Enjoy.

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Pipesmokingprofessor

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I am Not Just a Mutant

We curl up the rich folk road

to the crack and pop of a stereophone

the steady rain has stopped

leaving only chill and tree bones

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(Chorus)

I, I live an old fashioned life

living it up in these modern times

I caught your eye

caught you just in time

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The whistler coming down the moor

enshrined in silence to the manor door

a light inside ignites my mind

behind stained black polaroid

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Brick on brick to build a mist

drifting up like a dream of the highlands

listless and ephemeral

Indian isle smokestack pyre

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November light filters through

a darkened lens of swollen sky

the air is wet to the touch

and static loud as my tongue

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To the brim with music

wish I was listening to Peter, Bjorn and John - Young Folks

I was up extremely late last night studying for a rels midterm that was going to happen this morning. Then I realized that the midterm had been pushed about a week ahead. At least I got some good solid studying in.
The weekend was pretty epic; we travelled to the island to visit Bethi and hang out in Victoria and had some sweet times. Catching rabbits at UVIC, having a dance part at the end of the breakwater in the middle of the night, playing through Mario Kart 64 on 50cc and 100cc, and having an amazing night of worship on Saturday night. The weekend was filled to the brim with all sorts of music, from Darth Vader playing a violin to Peter, Bjorn and John to rapping about the golden cat. It's a good feeling to be filled up with music.
Some of you may remember a time when I decided that I wanted to start a punk band. This has not gone away. A week or three back I was taking notes in Canadian Geography and they were liberally peppered with sketches and doodles. As I sometimes do I was messing around with cool lettering and I wrote "How do you draw a fever?" on the page. Anyways, it got the wheels turning and I sketched out what it would look like. Then I started drawing doodles all over the page and giving them names. As things do, this eventually evolved into a set of 13 song names and sketches, from which to write an entire album. Anyways, stylistically it could only be a punk album so I decided to ressurect the idea of Barj Kitten. I've written the lyrics for only 5 of the songs so far, but I'm halfway through the sixth right now. The only thing this album is actually missing is music to go along with the lyrics.
I'm gonna go hit up the caf for lunch, but stay tuned in the following weeks for some epic punk songs to make their way onto this blog. Keep it pregnant.

Will

Controlling the Weather is Easy

I have been too long without blogging. This is a fact. I am, however, prepared to remedy the situation. What it's going to take to get me to blog, something that I do thoroughly enjoy, is for me to outline a schedule. Settle on a list of expectations for myself. Did you know that when you say something out loud it solidifies it, in your mind that is. You can be dithering on an issue and unsure of what to think, but when you vocalize it you become sure. Anyways, typing something isn't quite the same, so this won't carry quite as much impetus for me, but it's a step in the write direction (I did that one without even thinking, that's how much of an addiction puns have become.)

#1:
-There will be one blog post published on Thursdays every week

#2:
-Every month there will be at least 6 posts published

So that just about sums it up. I know it's pretty simple, but I think it's going to work. Keep it pregnant people.

Will