Okay, we all knew this was going to come, so here it is; a list of which type of music, or specific artist/band, that I have been stuck on for through my life!
1. The very first musical act that really caught my eye was, believe it or not, Rednex. Absolutely fantastically BAD country-dance-shit!
2. Scatman! Real name John Larkin, he was a kind soul who turned his tendency to stutter into a world famous phenomenon. Always intent on helping people through his lyrics, I am in no way ashamed to be one of his many fans! May his soul rest in peace!
3. After Scatman came, ridiculously enough, even more dance/techno-music. Next on the list is Dr. Bombay. With a fantastic style, great lyrics and waaay cool beats, every single song of his was a gem!
4. Then came the abuse of my older brother's Michael Jackson records. I'd say he is one of the most talented songwriters and singers ever to grace the earth. The song to first catch my eye was "Earth Song", from the set of a live show we happened to have recorded on a VCR-tape. That kind of melancolic mourning of the state of the world just struck a chord, so to speak.
5. This is where the important stuff happened; Gary Moore! I started, again, listening to bits of my brother's records, and I ended up finding that Gary Moore simply had the most smashing songs I had ever heard. If you have not heard Over The Hills And Far Away, you NEED to do so!
I'll do the rest whenever I can remember what it was that I listened to!
lördag 15 november 2008
onsdag 12 november 2008
Humour!
Hmmm...let's see...we've been through love, hope, depression and useless junk...
Time for Humour, then!
Two atoms walk into a bar, the first one says "I seem to have lost an electron".
"Are you sure?" says the other one. "Yes, I'm positive"
See, there are a few essentials when telling a joke, that really decide whether it will be well recieved or not.
First of all, you mustn't laugh!
One of the biggest mistakes that stand-up comedians make is laughing at their own jokes, thereby implying a considerable lack of self-distance and ability to understand that what they just said was amusing.
Standing there, on a stage, and snickering at your own jokes makes you look like a tosser, and that goes for any type of humour!
Being able to say odd things with a straight face can transform a rather dull statement into a great big celebration of funniness!
Second, go for the easy points!
People are stupid, so it is highly likely that if you go for the cheap laughs they will somehow believe that you are being ironic and "making a point".
Third, aim for situational comedy...in real life!
As previously stated, people are dumber than mud, thus they will not realize that the funny things you do are intentional.
So, when your teacher has spent half an hour explaining to the entire choir how you are supposed to go completely silent for a few beats of a song, when you rehearse it you SHOULD be the one who pretends like you forgot all that and make a slight sound at that particular moment in the song, thus making it necessary to go through the whole thing again!
Now THAT is humour!
Oh, and use accents, everything is funnier with an accent!
Try reciting the "You shall not pass!" line from FoTR in an indian accent, people WILL laugh!
Time for Humour, then!
Two atoms walk into a bar, the first one says "I seem to have lost an electron".
"Are you sure?" says the other one. "Yes, I'm positive"
See, there are a few essentials when telling a joke, that really decide whether it will be well recieved or not.
First of all, you mustn't laugh!
One of the biggest mistakes that stand-up comedians make is laughing at their own jokes, thereby implying a considerable lack of self-distance and ability to understand that what they just said was amusing.
Standing there, on a stage, and snickering at your own jokes makes you look like a tosser, and that goes for any type of humour!
Being able to say odd things with a straight face can transform a rather dull statement into a great big celebration of funniness!
Second, go for the easy points!
People are stupid, so it is highly likely that if you go for the cheap laughs they will somehow believe that you are being ironic and "making a point".
Third, aim for situational comedy...in real life!
As previously stated, people are dumber than mud, thus they will not realize that the funny things you do are intentional.
So, when your teacher has spent half an hour explaining to the entire choir how you are supposed to go completely silent for a few beats of a song, when you rehearse it you SHOULD be the one who pretends like you forgot all that and make a slight sound at that particular moment in the song, thus making it necessary to go through the whole thing again!
Now THAT is humour!
Oh, and use accents, everything is funnier with an accent!
Try reciting the "You shall not pass!" line from FoTR in an indian accent, people WILL laugh!
tisdag 11 november 2008
Hope?
Now that the part about love is done, let's move on to Hope!
In the legend of Pandora's Box, hope was the very last evil to leave the box, only when directly prompted to do so by Pandora. And yes, hope was regarded as one of the great dangers of the world.
Yet, in that legend Hope is the element that allows humanity to cope with all the other evils, without which all the other ones humanity would feel only despair.
According to Nietzsche, the only point of Hope was to prolong the suffering of man by allowing her to sustain a vision of things getting better in order not to kill herself.
But enough reading from the Wikipedia-article on the matter.
What is depression? It's a pathological removal of hope.
According to famous comedian, actor, author and show host Stephen Fry, suffering from a severe case of manic depression himself, people who just have the "regular" form of depression are really getting the short end of the stick.
See, people who are directly affected by bipolar disorder, the fancier word for it, have huge ups and downs. A manic depressive person can have huge peaks in mood, where the world is open to them and they feel like they can do anything!
But then they can also have the enormous lows, where there is no meaning whatsoever to anything.
When you suffer from depression, on the other hand, you only get the lows. You have that fantastic(and yes, I'm using the word in a sarcastic manner) sinking feeling of lack of purpose, like all the pleasures and colours of everyday life are just momentary distractions from the gray and hopeless shit that spreads out like a vast ocean in front of them.
Some people tend to believe, quite wrongly, that a depressed person is someone who always walks in the rain with their head bent down low and mumbling quietly to themselves. While there are extreme cases like that, they are far from being the most common.
A depressed person can smile, he can make jokes, he can be glad.
He just doesn't have hope. No matter how good something feels, the depressed person will always have a feeling of it being momentary, temporary, something that doesn't belong in the regular flow of time. If things are bad, and they usually are to someone who is depressed, there is no hope of things improving, and there is no feeling that his own actions can somehow help to make things better.
Quite frankly, 'tis no wonder people kill themselves. Alot of people fail to comprehend how someone could go that far, and I myself didn't understand it about four years ago. Death is something that we are tought to avoid at all costs, he is shunned by the entire western world, he is the big enemy to us.
What was my point again?
Oh, right, hope!
Stop telling depressed people to just walk it off! Just stop doing that!
Anyone who does it deserves to have their eyeballs ripped out through their nose!
What does it take to instill hope in a depressed person? It takes a fucking big pile of drugs and just a little luck!
The one thing that does NOT help is your fucking "advice", platitudes and clichés! Telling a depressed ateist "I'll pray for you!" is also one of those things you should just stay away from, lest you'd lose a limb sooner or later.
Do I have hope?
Yes, I do. Thank the drugs for that!
In the legend of Pandora's Box, hope was the very last evil to leave the box, only when directly prompted to do so by Pandora. And yes, hope was regarded as one of the great dangers of the world.
Yet, in that legend Hope is the element that allows humanity to cope with all the other evils, without which all the other ones humanity would feel only despair.
According to Nietzsche, the only point of Hope was to prolong the suffering of man by allowing her to sustain a vision of things getting better in order not to kill herself.
But enough reading from the Wikipedia-article on the matter.
What is depression? It's a pathological removal of hope.
According to famous comedian, actor, author and show host Stephen Fry, suffering from a severe case of manic depression himself, people who just have the "regular" form of depression are really getting the short end of the stick.
See, people who are directly affected by bipolar disorder, the fancier word for it, have huge ups and downs. A manic depressive person can have huge peaks in mood, where the world is open to them and they feel like they can do anything!
But then they can also have the enormous lows, where there is no meaning whatsoever to anything.
When you suffer from depression, on the other hand, you only get the lows. You have that fantastic(and yes, I'm using the word in a sarcastic manner) sinking feeling of lack of purpose, like all the pleasures and colours of everyday life are just momentary distractions from the gray and hopeless shit that spreads out like a vast ocean in front of them.
Some people tend to believe, quite wrongly, that a depressed person is someone who always walks in the rain with their head bent down low and mumbling quietly to themselves. While there are extreme cases like that, they are far from being the most common.
A depressed person can smile, he can make jokes, he can be glad.
He just doesn't have hope. No matter how good something feels, the depressed person will always have a feeling of it being momentary, temporary, something that doesn't belong in the regular flow of time. If things are bad, and they usually are to someone who is depressed, there is no hope of things improving, and there is no feeling that his own actions can somehow help to make things better.
Quite frankly, 'tis no wonder people kill themselves. Alot of people fail to comprehend how someone could go that far, and I myself didn't understand it about four years ago. Death is something that we are tought to avoid at all costs, he is shunned by the entire western world, he is the big enemy to us.
What was my point again?
Oh, right, hope!
Stop telling depressed people to just walk it off! Just stop doing that!
Anyone who does it deserves to have their eyeballs ripped out through their nose!
What does it take to instill hope in a depressed person? It takes a fucking big pile of drugs and just a little luck!
The one thing that does NOT help is your fucking "advice", platitudes and clichés! Telling a depressed ateist "I'll pray for you!" is also one of those things you should just stay away from, lest you'd lose a limb sooner or later.
Do I have hope?
Yes, I do. Thank the drugs for that!
torsdag 6 november 2008
Emo stuff!
Best get this over with right away:
I have gone about one week in total without wanting to kill myself during the last three years. I've got it all planned out, what the suicide letter's gonna say, exactly where on the station I will be jumping in front of what type of train, it's all brilliantly planned!
There's only one little flaw...that the intense feeling of despair that is commonly associated with depression also tends to bring with it a similar feeling of disability and lethargy. So during the periods when the mood is the lowest, the eagerness to actually have a go at things, including suicide, is equally low, which makes the whole thing rather pointless! In fact, you might as well forget I ever said anything on the matter.
And suicide is not a cop-out for cowards! Suicide is like a general retreating after his forces having been defeated in battle. It wasn't because of cowardice that Robert E. Lee retreated at Gettysburg, it was because his army had been beaten after a long, hard and bloody battle.
That's what suicide is, finally succumbing to defeat after having fought for a long time.
See, now that's exactly what I'm talking about in this, my, blog; Up The Arts, the little corner of the internet that tries to put a smile on the faces of humans everywhere, but doesn't!
...where was I? Lost my train of thought there, what with all the references to Stephen Fry and all.
Oh, right, misery!
I do NOT pity myself! Self pity is the cause of all evil. The one thing that pushes away other human beings and makes you hate yourself and everything around you is self pity. I do NOT feel sorry for myself.
I feel like crap most of the time, I sure do, but I've got it good! Sure, life likes to fuck with me and God seems to think I need to be taught some kind of harsh lesson or another, but I don't think that is necessarily all that bad.
Just because the circumstances are lousy doesn't mean life is crap, if it weren't for this nasty mental illness I'm suffering from I would be perfectly cheerful because my life is bloody good!
So, don't pity yourself, it only hurts you even more!
Oh dammit, in one single post I have managed to become everything I hate about bloggers...
That's irony for you folks! Good night!
I have gone about one week in total without wanting to kill myself during the last three years. I've got it all planned out, what the suicide letter's gonna say, exactly where on the station I will be jumping in front of what type of train, it's all brilliantly planned!
There's only one little flaw...that the intense feeling of despair that is commonly associated with depression also tends to bring with it a similar feeling of disability and lethargy. So during the periods when the mood is the lowest, the eagerness to actually have a go at things, including suicide, is equally low, which makes the whole thing rather pointless! In fact, you might as well forget I ever said anything on the matter.
And suicide is not a cop-out for cowards! Suicide is like a general retreating after his forces having been defeated in battle. It wasn't because of cowardice that Robert E. Lee retreated at Gettysburg, it was because his army had been beaten after a long, hard and bloody battle.
That's what suicide is, finally succumbing to defeat after having fought for a long time.
See, now that's exactly what I'm talking about in this, my, blog; Up The Arts, the little corner of the internet that tries to put a smile on the faces of humans everywhere, but doesn't!
...where was I? Lost my train of thought there, what with all the references to Stephen Fry and all.
Oh, right, misery!
I do NOT pity myself! Self pity is the cause of all evil. The one thing that pushes away other human beings and makes you hate yourself and everything around you is self pity. I do NOT feel sorry for myself.
I feel like crap most of the time, I sure do, but I've got it good! Sure, life likes to fuck with me and God seems to think I need to be taught some kind of harsh lesson or another, but I don't think that is necessarily all that bad.
Just because the circumstances are lousy doesn't mean life is crap, if it weren't for this nasty mental illness I'm suffering from I would be perfectly cheerful because my life is bloody good!
So, don't pity yourself, it only hurts you even more!
Oh dammit, in one single post I have managed to become everything I hate about bloggers...
That's irony for you folks! Good night!
Have You Ever Been In Love?
"In the morning light, half awake and half asleep
Have you ever laid there thinking, was it all a dream?
But you reach out and she's there, every moment everywhere
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever felt, how far a heart can fall?
Have you ever stayed up waiting, for a telephone call?
Just to hear her say hello, 'cause you miss eachother so?
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh, and times you really wanna cry?
Finding reasons to believe her, 'cause you die a little if she lied?
And when in times of doubt, have you ever tried to work it out?
But still she leaves you wondering, what it's all about?
And when she's far away, have you ever felt the need to stray?
And tried and then discovered, it just doesn't pay?
'cause with her you can be true, and with her you can be you
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh, and times you really wanna cry?
Finding reasons to believe her, 'cause you die a little if she lied?
And when in times of doubt, have you ever tried to work it out?
But still she leaves you wondering, what it's all about?
And when the night comes down, can you call your house a home?
Do you dream you're still together, but wake up alone?
Have you ever been in love, the way that I'm in love?
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever been in love?"
Lovely song from the great Peter Cetera!
Listen to it! That is an order!
Then read the lyrics, then at least try to understand what it's about.
You won't, but try, just for the sake of making yourselves feel dumb!
Have you ever laid there thinking, was it all a dream?
But you reach out and she's there, every moment everywhere
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever felt, how far a heart can fall?
Have you ever stayed up waiting, for a telephone call?
Just to hear her say hello, 'cause you miss eachother so?
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh, and times you really wanna cry?
Finding reasons to believe her, 'cause you die a little if she lied?
And when in times of doubt, have you ever tried to work it out?
But still she leaves you wondering, what it's all about?
And when she's far away, have you ever felt the need to stray?
And tried and then discovered, it just doesn't pay?
'cause with her you can be true, and with her you can be you
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh, and times you really wanna cry?
Finding reasons to believe her, 'cause you die a little if she lied?
And when in times of doubt, have you ever tried to work it out?
But still she leaves you wondering, what it's all about?
And when the night comes down, can you call your house a home?
Do you dream you're still together, but wake up alone?
Have you ever been in love, the way that I'm in love?
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever been in love?"
Lovely song from the great Peter Cetera!
Listen to it! That is an order!
Then read the lyrics, then at least try to understand what it's about.
You won't, but try, just for the sake of making yourselves feel dumb!
Musical ramblings!
There is alot of great music out there! There are splendid singer/songwriters, tonnes of great rock bands, stuff like that...
...but the really good old ones, nobody seems to know about!
Take Electric Light Orchestra for example! Good old rock'n'roll, with some of the most memorable songs you'll ever find, but each and every single time someone I know says "Hey, you've gotta know the chords for this song by ELO" my jaw drops!
It's like there was a decree at the date of our births that this generation was not in any way supposed to be enlightened to some of the best musical acts that the older generation had to enjoy!
It's stupid!
Besides, of course "If I Let You Go" isn't the greatest song in existance!
It's just a great song, from a great band(Oh yes, I went there and used the word "band"). Let's face the music(cheap joke); Westlife is a bunch of really talented singers, and you have to respect that. No, I'm not saying you should, you Have To respect that or I'll come to your house and shove a gladius down your throat!
But I don't like being nice, so I'll just top it off by commenting on the quality of the majority of songs by U2: It's bollocks!
...but the really good old ones, nobody seems to know about!
Take Electric Light Orchestra for example! Good old rock'n'roll, with some of the most memorable songs you'll ever find, but each and every single time someone I know says "Hey, you've gotta know the chords for this song by ELO" my jaw drops!
It's like there was a decree at the date of our births that this generation was not in any way supposed to be enlightened to some of the best musical acts that the older generation had to enjoy!
It's stupid!
Besides, of course "If I Let You Go" isn't the greatest song in existance!
It's just a great song, from a great band(Oh yes, I went there and used the word "band"). Let's face the music(cheap joke); Westlife is a bunch of really talented singers, and you have to respect that. No, I'm not saying you should, you Have To respect that or I'll come to your house and shove a gladius down your throat!
But I don't like being nice, so I'll just top it off by commenting on the quality of the majority of songs by U2: It's bollocks!
onsdag 5 november 2008
Westlife!
Okay, here's the deal: "If I Let You Go" by Westlife is the greatest song that currently exists, period!
Anyone who disagrees can call 9-800-555-thisismycareface
Anyone who disagrees can call 9-800-555-thisismycareface
tisdag 4 november 2008
Our first order of business!
I am hereby switching this entire major entertainment act to English.
Why? Because I hate swedish! 'tis a foul language without the slightest hint of beauty!
Besides, Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie speak it, so get with the damn program!
Why? Because I hate swedish! 'tis a foul language without the slightest hint of beauty!
Besides, Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie speak it, so get with the damn program!
Initiering!
Sådär, nu är jag officiellt lika patetisk som alla andra tragiska varelser! Yay!
Detta omfattande slöseri med tid kommer att ägnas åt att låtsas vara skämtsam, djup, filosofisk och allt sånt som feta tolvåringar med självidagnosticerad autism tycker är viktigt.
...och att hacka på idiotiska datorspel!
1. Jag är inte snäll, så bli inte förvånad om jag är elak! (No shit?)
2. Jag respekterar dig förmodligen inte, respekt ska förtjänas, det är inget man får som standard. De personer som jag respekterar vet med största sannolikhet det redan. Utom Jimmy Carr och Ben Croshaw, men de bryr sig förmodligen lika lite om saken som jag bryr mig om huruvida DU respekterar mig.
Detta omfattande slöseri med tid kommer att ägnas åt att låtsas vara skämtsam, djup, filosofisk och allt sånt som feta tolvåringar med självidagnosticerad autism tycker är viktigt.
...och att hacka på idiotiska datorspel!
1. Jag är inte snäll, så bli inte förvånad om jag är elak! (No shit?)
2. Jag respekterar dig förmodligen inte, respekt ska förtjänas, det är inget man får som standard. De personer som jag respekterar vet med största sannolikhet det redan. Utom Jimmy Carr och Ben Croshaw, men de bryr sig förmodligen lika lite om saken som jag bryr mig om huruvida DU respekterar mig.
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