Taking a gander a few minutes ago at the last few posts I've done here, it was puzzling looking at the contents and what I felt necessary to share with whoever's out there. If I didnt know it was me, I'd say the kid who put Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road inside his Top 5 albums list is a bit off his wagon. Then I realize it was me and then a smirk Heath Ledger would be proud of slithers across my face.
Looking back, I see myself. I see the thought patterns and the short bursts of events that surrounded those days that seem like a distant memory. (funny how it's only a few months ago, too) I'd swear it was two or three years ago that I spewed my Top 100 Classic Rock songs here and on another site for fellow online friends to critique and marvel at. It's baffling at how songs like 'Bleeding Me' and 'Hotel California' were in my Top 10, because, right now, I havent listened to either song in ages. Things change and in music, it changes more rapidly than Axl Rose changed his mind on what the release of Chinese Democracy should be -- oh, wait... that joke doesnt work anymore.
Anyway, this is a bit of an update, if you were dying to know the purpose of this blog.
Artists, Albums, Songs and Other Junk of the Day
Opeth, Ghost of Perdition, Ghost of Perdition
I just bought Opeth's Ghost Reveries, the third in a short line of other records I've bought by this progressive death metal titan. Others being Still Life, Blackwater Park and Watershed. I'm falling in love with these Sweedish geniuses by the day, something I thought I'd never actually do. For a time I was completely against 'cookie monster' vocals, thus, the majority of today's metal scene. I was cooped up listening to '80's thrash and the occasional album by Dream Theater, closing myself off from the realm inhabited by the likes of Opeth and Meshuggah. Now, I'm addicted to Opeth's catalogue of records that I possess and can't wait to complete the collection. I'm still on the surface of fanhood in that I'm skating on top of the ice, enjoying the music, and yet to delve into the lyrical themes and meanings of each and every song, something I did many moons ago with Metallica and slowly am doing with Pink Floyd. Ghost Reveries is a fantastic album and 'Ghost of Perdition', the opening track, is a classic Opeth song in its constant wavy style, going back and forth between slowed down tempos and soft utterings, to thundering guitar and double-bass drumming combos and those gutteral vocals we all love by Akerfeldt. Love this band, album and song to death right now...
Slayer, Final Six
I can't exactly pinpoint a specific album by Slayer I'm currently addicted to, because, frankly I'm listening to it all at once. Song wise it's definitely the gem that was excluded off the original release of 2006's Christ Illusion, 'Final Six'. I've found myself saying that this song is heavier and more brutal than any Metallica song I've ever heard, and in many respects, that's correct. This track done over 20-years into Slayer's career is a vicious scorcher that features a spell-binding opener, the iconic and ever-present remarkable drum-play of Dave Lombardo, and some insane vocals out of Tom Araya. This one brings not only speed but an amount of aggression that seemingly tops some of the things people fell in love with back in the '80's -- yeah, I found it hard to believe myself.
Breakfast Scene, Pulp Fiction
Really, if there's any accolades to be given to Samuel L. Jackson, it should be for being a motherfucking badass for the entirety of his life. That and for cursing more than any man in the history of men using obscenities. Pulp Fiction is a film by Quentin Tarantino that probably features a memorable quote every 30 or so seconds, depending on the viewer. If you havent seen this film than it's safe to say your parents didnt love you when it came out and probably dont still, seeing how you're sitting up in the wee-hours of the night reading my crap.
