New Found Feelings

First of all, here's a suggestion of some listening pleasure while you read this, Puscifer's tribute to Love and Rockets, listen to the second song. This is going to be long.

So with only limited information, I found that Maynard James Keenan has his moon in Cancer. This is awesome to know and makes sense to me. I just wish I could figure his rising. I need a time damnit.

Here is an old myspace blog post in regards to "Schism"
Monday, February 11, 2008
Communication
By far one of the most important lyrics to me of all time. Main theme that gets me here is communication...in relation to my hearing, or lack of. Communication has proved to be one of the most vital things to human beings and their societies and with some sort of disability it could turn into a whole different thing, or shall I say, world. I thrived through my whole life being able to communicate with others and not only through spoken words. The human body has more language to me than words do. Anyways I could still write a book about my life being affected by my hearing...so I'll save that.
Also, I'm thinking about getting parts of it tattooed to me, or at the least do some artwork with it. I mean it has been used for some picture captions which I dearly love, maybe those will be future paintings.

I know the pieces fit cuz 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 cuz 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/brothers

Yes, one of my first favorite Tool songs, "Schism."

I was remembering this special Tool edition magazine I bought sometime this year or last year that went into some more detail of some of their songs and how "Schism" was describing this distance, this break in communication between the band. Ah, it just means so much more.

Also, yesterday there were quite some lefty birthdays:
Author Howard Berk
Actor/director Albert Brooks
Senator Bob Dole
Comedian David Spade
Actor Terence Stamp

And for today:
Actor Omar Epps

I made a list of films and books that I need to look into. A lot of which are books for the films. I really want to see A Clockwork Orange again. I only saw it once and that was so many years ago. I think I would appreciate it much more now. Yesterday while I was on an Internet researching frenzy and trying to control my number of posts I found myself reading about Stanley Kubrick amongst several other things. I don't have to read much to know that the man fascinates me. Now I want to see more of his films, especially Eyes Wide Shut. This only makes me imagine how amazingly ecstatic I would be when I have my own place. Walls are going to be covered in shelves full of books and films. Ahh...heaven.

Yesterday was a really good day. I spent most of it alone and the evening with friends. All throughout the day I still had this new found vulnerability from the previous day and the daze from the Tool show. Everything I read affected me in great depth. I cannot tell you how many times I got goosebumps. It was definitely awesome nonetheless.

And to add to the good mood, children's dental aid fail:

Freaky