The Dude Abides

That’s what I wish to be called now, the Blogmeister.  Just kidding, perhaps I’ll name my first son that.  Ladies, I’ve got names covered.  Alright, all joking aside, I am way too lazy to think of a name for a kid.  Hopefully this is a non-issue for quite some time.  I have done nothing to suggest otherwise, but perhaps I’ve been date raped.  I wouldn’t put it past my ex ex, especially when we dated.  Crazy ass chick.  Anyways, I ramble, you love it.  Again, the main reason is a poem.  Again, I apologize.  It isn’t Poe by any means, nor does it bear any resemblance to a well-known poet, in that it lacks decent rhythm and rhyme scheme.  Oh well, I enjoy it.  Here you go.  Love it or hate it, but I bet it’s the former, because it is mine.

Have you ever been so deep in love, so happy just to be?

I myself once had this, happiness was me.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when true love makes you cry.

Every day you awake, and pure elation ensues.

Because you know someone out there loves you just for you.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when true love makes you cry.

And suddenly it’s gone, all the love you knew.

And the one that has your heart, is now a stranger to you.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when heartbreak makes you cry.

Have you ever wanted to speak, but you know you should not be heard?

Has your heart ever yearned to shout, but you know you can not say a word?

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when heartbreak makes you cry.

The love you had is over now, like a fading of a song.

And nothing in the present, changes when you went wrong.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when heartbreak makes you cry.

Sitting there, reading all she has to say.

Recalling how shocked you were, of her words that day.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when heartbreak makes you cry.

You lie alone thinking of the times that were.

But of all the times you had, you always think of her.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when heartbreak makes you cry.

And in the end, nothing works, nothing eases pain.

It all serves to no end, and only causes strain.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when heartbreak makes you cry.

And in the night the thoughts they come, like the flowing stream.

And in the night, you’re here again, though it’s just a dream.

Seasons come and seasons go, roses live and die.

But even time stops and fades, when heartbreak makes you cry.

When heartbreak makes you cry.

When true love makes you cry.

Not bad, not glorious, but it is how I cope with it, still.  I know, redundant, and so is that, and that.  Don’t care about the interesting factor of my blog anymore.  Any of my regular readers probably hazard a guess as to what I’m writing about, and if you can’t, well, good Lord.  I plan to keep writing about it, so you can plan on reading about it, and you can damn well enjoy it.  All that being said, I’m done speaking on the matter.

What I plan to use as my soap box is, a soap box.  But, what I’ll talk about on my soap box is actually not a soap box.  It’s music people.  Music, good, bad, and VMA confrontational.  First, the good.

Rock Band: The Beatles freaking rocks.  Singing the three part harmonies is the sweetest invention in the short-lived history of rhythm-based games.  Granted, the songs are minimal and quite easy to play, but the challenge lies in trying to play AND sing the harmony part.  I love it.  On a side note, people who think the Beatles are musically not talented can go eat a penguin egg.  Do they have ridiculous solos?  No.  But they are so much better vocally and compositionally speaking than many people, especially shit people like today.  Which leads me to my next point.

Shitty music.  Believe it or not, it is out there.  It’s called metal, and anything that falls close to that genre, except perhaps System of a Down.  What I hate about this junk is that people mistake it for good stuff, when in fact it isn’t anything but wasted talent.  My biggest qualm?  This band that everybody is going nuts about.  Fuckin’ Avenged Sevenfold, only without the “fuckin’”.  People are going apeshit over this drummer, like he is the best thing to hit the kit.  Quite wrong, in that he is one-dimensional.  That one dimension?  The bass pedal.  His fills?  Bass pedal.  The beat he fucks to?  Bass pedal.  Sure, there is a roll down every now and then, but mostly just bass.  Have to give you guys credit, people have an awesome talent for recognizing talent where there is none.  Me?  I don’t know, maybe some Neil Peart, some John Bonham, some Keith Moon, even the guy from Metallica is acceptable sometimes.  Ya know, good drummers?  Please, abandon this thing you call music and listen to something that doesn’t just sound like…a shitty download.

Alright Kanye, time to get yours.  That’s right, CONGRATULATIONS!  Finally, somebody called out that lame (but quite attractive) Taylor Swift.  Seriously, that was the greatest shit ever.  People are talking crap on him, piss off.  He is more talented than both of them, I think he can say what he want, when he wants.  Acceptance speeches included.  Really that is all I have on that subject.

That does it for me.  Ah, new Daily Show and Colbert.  I love decent news parodies.  Shame FOX News hasn’t got that whole ‘parody’ thing yet.  Oh wait, I guess they have.  Anyways, I am out.  Until next time America.  Take it easy.

The Dude

P.S.  I still love you.