mind dump

before i get into today's mind dump, and then pass out, for what i hope will be a long uninterrupted nap, let me just say...damn, i forgot what i was going to say.

my brain went offline somewhere around 11am when i thought i was supposed to get off work. i didn't actually get off until 11:30, and my boss finally said, just go. and she was hung over, i couldn't really function. sleep deprivation for me is just as bad if not worse than being hung over. thank you very much.

ah, i remember.

i hate turning on (now blackie lawless is on, yawn), metal mania and kip winger is on. please. dude looks like a lady. or before him, some other crap hair band.

what passes for metal these days makes me sick.

but i never much enjoyed the --ooh, queensryche--silent lucidity. now there's a song.

i have a huge paper to write. not huge in word count, huge in bringing all the shit that floats around in my mind together and distilling it down into one COHERENT argument.

not that i'm not coherent. just that, i'm so sporadic. sometimes i hit upon it, other times, not so much.

i'm fried, i'm tired, i'm just in from work, and now i need to load queensryche on my mp3 player, so i can have them sing me to sleep.

empire. awesome cd.

my sis has always loved geoff tate. i don't know why. his voice i guess. she's a singer, so the voice matters. and of course, that goes for me too, i don't want to hear someone squaking (how do you spell sqwaking? squwaking? damn i'm fried) like a chicken.

but a manly voice is what i like. the lead singer of the cult for one.

geoff tate, has a tender lilt to his voice.

anthony what's his name from the chili peppers. yes.

must rest.
brain shutdown imminent (or perhaps all ready in effect)



okay, so they redeem themselves by playing scorpions and then dio (you can't go wrong with them. the zoo is still one of my all time favorite songs, and i don't know that ronny james dio will ever look out of date, even though his whole 80s era video smacks of a timewarp, he's cooler than ever). but they follow that with skid row.

sigh.

and finger eleven was on my radio station (who, irritatingly only plays the chili peppers and beastie boys, while i have learned to appreciate the subtle idiocy of the beasties, i don't need to fight for the right to party every time i turn on the radio. and santorium gets old. plus, californication is about as cliche as it gets now). so when the dj was celebrating finger eleven getting on with poison, i had to sigh. i see how it can benefit both. poison needs a hip now band to draw the actual music fans. finger eleven could use a break. i guess poison can provide that break, though i have never understood, for the life of me how that band ever got played, let alone sold out anything.

cherry pie, isn't that their song. please. (i sound like my brother now. i'm tired, what can i say).

but then, that damn station plays run to the hills with bruce dickinson's awesome singing and the band's powerful guitar riffs. i don't know that there ever has been a band that compares with maiden. there simply hasn't. that's a band i'd love to see reunite.

mmm. this is why i tune in time and again, though i have to mute poison and shit like that. (and note: without fail, maiden is followed up by poison. nothin' but a good time. how that band ever made it, i don't know. they say it was the chicks that bought the albums, but i wasn't buying them, and i have trouble believing there are that many chicks with no taste in music). amen.