Bridging the Schism.......

There comes a time in everyones life when these words come true. Be it friends, family, habits, memories, it always follows this pattern.

I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

Between supposed lovers
Between supposed lovers

And I know the pieces fit

Quantum Hack Code

Try this out for an experiment.....

Come home tired from work/school and just want to unplug. Switch off your phone, shut down your chat applets, put on your headphones and play "Quantum Hack Code" from start to finish. No shuffle, play it in order.

When I did this, I felt like my mind disconnected from my physical and it was a fantastic feeling. At the end of the album when I came around, it was the most refreshing feeling I had.

Fantastic album that! Kudos to Vishal Jit Singh and Jim Richman for this musical masterpiece!.....

Uh-oh....here comes the Devil......

This is an article written by Will Hodgkinson for "The Guardian" newspaper. I think you can see where I am going with this. Diabolus In Musica. The Devil. Heavy Metal. Music.



=========

Blood On Satan's Claw is a nastily effective, if rather camp, classic British horror film from 1971. The story of a group of 17th-century village "children" (led by the distinctly full-grown Linda Hayden) who turn bad after developing patches of fur on their often naked bodies, Piers Haggard's movie derives much of its power from a score that's at once ominous and beautiful, much like the film's fecund pastoral setting. The secret of the music lies in the use of a troublesome interval, variously banned, feared and celebrated since the 11th century, called the Devil's Interval.

"I used a descending chromatic scale throughout the score," explains Marc Wilkinson, who was director of music at the National Theatre when Haggard approached him to write the score for Blood On Satan's Claw. "To make it scary, I omitted the perfect fifth, which is the one true consonant in the chromatic scale, and highlighted the diminished fifth, which ever since the Middle Ages in Europe has been known as the Devil's Interval."

There shouldn't, theoretically, be anything scary about a musical interval. Just as turning round three times with your eyes closed while reciting the Hail Mary probably won't make the devil appear before you, despite generations of schoolchildren believing otherwise, so playing the note of C followed by F sharp shouldn't encapsulate the essence of evil - but somehow it does. The movement from the first tone in a scale to the fifth, known as the perfect fifth, was the first accepted harmony of the Gregorian chant after the use of the octave. It was discovered in the 11th century that moving down a semitone to the diminished fifth created dissonance, and a nasty feeling of foreboding and dread. The church of medieval Europe quickly banned it, reputedly relying on torturous methods to ensure that the ban was upheld.

"As far as I'm aware there is no symbolic reason for it not being acceptable," says Wilkinson in between demonstrating the Devil's Interval on a piano at his house outside Paris. "It is simply that it feels nasty, an unpleasant sound that yearns to be resolved. Playing it is rather like standing with one foot in the air. You want to move on."

The Devil's Interval does, however, have a foreboding history. The 18th-century violinist Giuseppe Tartini claimed that he composed his Devil's Trill Sonata after Satan himself gave him instructions on how to do it, which might help explain why this piece of music is so incredibly difficult to play. In Wagner's Götterdämmerung, the diminished fifth illustrates a scene of pagan excess; Camille Saint-Saëns used it to tell the story of skeletons coming alive at Halloween in his Danse Macabre. Jimi Hendrix nailed it in the intro to Purple Haze to bring home the message that hallucinogenic drugs may be exciting but they're scary, too.

For some, though, the Devil's Interval has been where they want to stay. "I didn't think I was going to make devil music," says Tony Iommi of Birmingham's metal pioneers Black Sabbath, who used the diminished fifth on the band's 1970 debut to doom-laden effect. "It was just something that sounded right." Ever since, heavy metal bands have used the Devil's Interval whenever evil demands to be summoned - the American band Slayer even named their album Diabolus in Musica after it.

Whether the diminished fifth really does contain diabolical properties or is simply a scary-sounding interval is probably a theological issue rather than a musical one. But in a film about village children slowly changing into a coven of devil-worshiping, human-sacrificing sadists, it appears to have found its spiritual home. Perhaps the most sensible thing to do is to let it stay there, rather than meddle with forces we cannot hope to understand.

=============================

So, there is nothing demonic about the tritone. But if people are scared for such stupid reasons, it's just good fun. Run you moron, run. Here comes the Devil.

And so it began.........

Unmechanize......Humanize.....

Like the despondent farmer
happy when he sees a sapling
grow forth from saline soil.
So was my heart this hour,
happy to know
that I could cry.

Like the first drop
that hits the baked earth
after the searing summer heat
The tear streaks down
moistening the cheek
and rolling over an earnest smile.

Like the sounds of waves rolling past
a soothing sound of thunder
over the calm below
A sigh that accompanies
the tear that went free
brings peace to the heart and soul.

The Big 4.....

Will be attending the Big 4 concert in California........the 4 greatest names in thrast metal, Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer and Anthrax.......a metal heads wet dream to witness all the progenitors of modern heavy metal on one stage.....purveyors of that visceral aggression and musical fire power that has taken a million myriad forms. Yes, the luckiest fucking chap on Earth. It was something that I really dreamt about and it has come true. Still wearing a ear to ear grin and probably will till the concert, come bad weather, exams or sneezing cunts. For those who have not yet been initiated into what is heavy metal, here is a little taste of what I am going to experience.....

After watching the video, I don't think i need say anything more. Gimme fuel and the fire to be Caught in the Mosh and drench in the Raining Blood when is performed the Symphony of Destruction. \m/

Insomnia

The angel of Nightmist
runs its fingers through my hair
sows the seed of insomnia
In my physical through a cold scar

Eyelids struggle to stay in embrace
Slide apart everso slowly
I catch dark wisps of escape
Disappearance of something not lowly

I struggle to my feet, to glance
at the moon, smiling, in my window
its messengers have done their task
made me a part of its sorrow

For i can hear, the voices cry out
slow, clear and cold under the winter silver
Curiosity, oh you be damned
Nightmist beckons to foray into uncharted there.

Clear as the sky that was
my eyes stare out into the effusive glow
I can only befriend and embrace
this insomnia that I let grow.

Ace of Spades!

Very bloody spur of the moment!.......we all want to live our lives as described in the lyrics below. But there is only one Lemmy in this world......all the rest are losers!.......myself included!

If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some, it's - all - the same to me
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,
Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stakes or split,
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I don't wanna live forever,
And don't forget the joker!

Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

Maybe this will interest the working lot of you. Not a bad song by any means, but, yeah, the polar opposite of "Ace Of Spades".

I get up at seven, yeah,
And I go to work at nine.
I got no time for livin',
Yes, I'm workin' all the time.

Chorus:
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am.
I guess that's why they call me,
They call me the working man.

They call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.

I get home at five o'clock,
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer.
Always seem to be wonderin'
Why there's nothin' goin' down here.

Well they call me the working man.
I guess that's what I am.

Truth be told....

My personal eulogy to Darrell "Dimebag" Lance Abbott. And what his life stands for. As it says on his gravestone,

"He came to rock ....and he rocked like no other. With the heart twice the size of Texas, our beloved brother, companion, mentor, idol and friend....We love you Dime......Until we meet again. "

Streaks down a tear
from the pain I did not feel
A sigh of anguish
Under no tragedy did I reel.

I feel the blood gush away
but fail to locate the wound
losing my conscious being
with clarity in sight and sound

Physically disconnected I am, i know
From you, from him and from multitude
The result and reaction
this knowledge of separation does not preclude

In me,I stare into
A fire built up
by the light shone by all of you
And in me you see yourselves
like a mirror reflection
Shining back, true

Hide from this, I won't
Not without shrouding myself
In perennial darkness
Ignore this truth, I can't
Not without dismantling
Structure where my belief rests

Embrace this essence
of being one unto many
and Masses unto one
For only this may
stand true in test
and make me human.

What we're all about....

Now, do read into the title literally, you dimwits. It is a song, one which i like. But well, that is not the point. I think the ongoing insomnia and academia have resulted in an epiphany. Of course, it is about heavy metal.

1. Rebellion

Period. It is about revolting against the establishment. Sometimes just for the fun of it. But it applies everywhere. For example, metal-heads are often labeled as satanists. Flip side, if everybody was a satanist, metal heads would be priests and prophets and seers.

photo : .....And Justice For All (Metallica)......go listen.

2. Realm of the Untouchable

We fear what we don't understand. And that is heavy metal territory. Metal gives you the right and the channel to fantasize about something that "normal" people would never think of. Think death metal, black metal. Its gory, macabre. As is some aspect of every art form. So nothing is ever off limits for metal. In short, the true unlimited wings of imagination.

image : Wretched Spawn (Cannibal Corpse).........go beserk.

3. Honest

What do you want to do when you are pissed and disturbed? You want to scream, curse and shout. What do you do in heavy metal? You scream, curse and shout. And lot of people can identify with it. Restraint and self control is good, but healthy release of such pent up angst is even better. And not just getting in everybody's face, but also be true to what you feel. Popular is not always good. As I said above, nothing is off limits with metal.

image : Live in UK (Rage Against the Machine).... go scream!

4. Excellence

And yes, its about excellence. Heavy metal demands excellence. A sloppy guitarist or a poor singer can never cut it in heavy metal. They go pop!....very literally. Metal music demands you put your energies into it. And teaches you that it's the same with everything you do. Then it can be playing blazing guitar solos or cranking up good grades in school. Dedication to what you do, is of utmost importance. (On the subject of good grades.......i know we metal heads are not famous for that......but still, there is always hope.....:D)

image : Systematic Chaos (Dream Theater).....go work hard and be as good!

5. Identity and Integrity

Above all, it is being what you are, as yourself, than becoming a moronic copy of the hordes. To preserve what is the quintessence of you and being true to it. If you believe something is right and true, then stick to your guns and never back down. Your own lyrics, your riff and your song. Now, thats very very metal!

image : Piece of Mind (Iron Maiden)....go fucking be yourself!

These are true life qualities and attributes that are deified/diabolized by metal. People can embody these principles and still not be metal heads. And you know what, metal heads are the only people who can understand that feeling. That is why heavy metal rules!

To those about to rock, we salute you....

We all know and have seen "Black Hawk Down". Here is what really happened as told by Brian Johnson, the lead singer of AC/DC.

Johnson told Q magazine how this song played a part in rescuing imprisoned Black Hawk Down pilot Michael Durant following the Battle of Mogadishu in Somalia in 1993. He recalled: "That was the best one. He was shoved in prison, his back was broken. They were kicking him, shooting bullets into him and he was terrified. His pals knew that AC/DC was his favorite band, so they hooked up a speaker to the skid of one of the Black Hawk helicopter and they were playing "Hells Bells" over the rooftops. When he in his prison heard that music, he took his shirt off and- cos his legs were broken- he crawled up to the windows and waved his shirt. That's how they got him out. Ain't that amazing!"

The power of heavy metal.......\m/