Linkin Park, Living Things

All I can say is WOW! I am absolutely excited about the new Linkin Park album Living Things. This is the ultimate accumulation of all of their best sounds. The band has been known to not stick with a set sound or style, but to change and add to their style as they kept on experimenting. There has been no sitting back and getting comfortable with their success, and that is why I can not get enough of Linkin Park. Living Things does what it pretty much says it grows on you, until you find yourself humming the fat beats without thinking. I would rate this without a doubt one of the top three albums that has or will be released in 2012. My favorite of the 12 tracks would be In My Remains and Lost In The Echo. Check it out their first single and video off Living Things, "Burn It Down" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxytyRy-O1k&feature=plcp.

High School

I have been gone for some time not that anyone really knows or cares, but I can't be more relieved to say that it is finally summer. I cussing hated dealing with school and all of the time and BS that was spent produced minimal results. Wayzata may be one of the most cussing ridiculous high schools ever. A great example is our math classes 4x to be exact, where this is revered as such a hard class because as bright honor students we have challenged ourselves with a more difficult content. Where this would seem like a sufficient challenge but wait! the school thinks that it would be ok to have our teachers not teach us but yet give a very basic understanding of the new concept and then to be handed a God forsaken worksheet of highly advanced understanding of that new concept. Where now having to put hours of time into work that gets you no where and now I feel like a complete idiot and think that I would fail. All in all my point is that advanced classes in Wayzata high school, you are on your own.

I am glad to have gotten that off my chest. And summer is here, posts should be coming and hopefully followers will soon follow.

My Grandfather and I, Fish to the Sound of Nature

            I lift my sunken head. The gleam of the sun fills the corner of my glasses and illuminates the surface of the lake in a glistening sparkle. The endless clamor of the city, from where I live is filled with the sounds of cars honking in frustration, people rushing though their crammed schedules and thick black smoke would constantly rise from the stacks of the buildings. What was missing in the crowded city life was the presence of any nature long since removed, destroyed, and paved over to hide what once flourished. But nature has its own voice of harmonic sounds playing in unison. The gentle wind rattling the leaves, with the waves rolling smoothly into the abundant rock scattered shoreline creating that stereotypical sound of waves washing ashore of overplayed travel commercials, joined with the buzzing drone of the morning flies hidden behind the early morning conversation of the birds passing high chirps and tweets back and forth.  I look at my grandfather with droopy edges of my lips. He’d let me take a shot at catching a rare Northern bass, so few in our lake. And I messed it up. The wrinkles on his face spread like the opening curtains on a show to present a smile on his face and he releases a deep chuckle. Settling down, our noise is overcome by nature’s tune.

Grandpa baited my hook, by squiring a fresh worm, now ready to cast out again. My carefully chosen dragon green fishing line shines in the sun’s rays with a vibrant yellow-orange bobber. The blood red fishing rod coated with dirt and cobwebs. He flexes his rather large arms and slices through the air like a swordsman. The bobber floats on the gentle waves just visible. Grandpa pivots toward me, and hunkers down into his rough leather seat. The boat rocked, creating moderate crests of waves splashing. Just as it was before, our sounds soon fade back into nature’s peaceful hymn, now joined by the call of a loon.

The loon’s call sounds of a high pitched owl hoot that lasts much longer. As I glanced to my right I manage to spot the loon, which looks like an oddly painted zebra. It dives beneath the surface of the water. Grandpa shouts in a blasting voice, “You got one!” I’m determined not to waste this moment. I brace the arch of my left foot against the steel hull of the fishing boat and begin reeling in the line. Fighting the throbbing of my right arm and the Northern bass, the unstable boat rocks savagely, harassing the water. Giving a powerful heave the green scaled bass is ripped out of the water. Fishes’ tail flails back and forth like a pendulum, attempting to break free. The aggression on the bass seemed endless. Outlasting my prey I begin to reel my prize in. Grandpa prepares the net to capture the Northern and I yank the rod back with all of my strength. The fish flies again. This time landing in the water logged net submerged in the water. The sounds of battle have seized, and I hear the loon’s call once more.

I notice the sharpened fin tracing down the Northern bass’ back. Grandpa removes the hook embedded in the tissue of its cheek, grips the bass in his hand, and places it into the submerged cage. Trapped in the manufactured plastic cage the sporadic thump of the bass’ tail beats against the enclosed walls. The sound of the many high fives pierces the air, while the hoot and hollering of our victorious celebration blow drive off all other noises. Packing up the gear we set off, back to the cabin leaving the empty lake. Without conceding nature continues its song.

Comeback

Living life can be hard but time keeps ticking, so all we can do is find a way to get through. Music helps give meaning and this one is truly a Comeback by Redlight King.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olyeCtHVt6o&feature=youtube_gdata_playerp

Rising Phoenix

     I recently found myself broken and shattered, not knowing what to do with the pieces scattered across the hardwood floor. Into darkness I plunged. I continued to fall unable to reach out to grab the arms of those who cared most about me. They remained blind to my naked eye. In the darkness, the difference between of eyes closed or open was zero, there was no way of telling. A split flash of a bright orange lit the darkness. I remembered how I slipped. Betrayals of friends and the dis loyalties of others built up and broke through my damn. The orange flash passed again, more luminous than before. Putting together the pieces of the story proved as challenging as putting the actual puzzle together. Continuing the light flashes longer and brighter than the last. I follow the light, and my senses come to. In front of me a hand reaches out. I hesitate. Thinking through I reach, and fingers touched, followed by gripping wrists. Pulled through I notice the face of my savior, an old friend. Someone I thought that I had lost and left behind in foolish chases of new, a friend still here helping me when needed the most. A burst of light in my once darkened mind, a re-birth, created from the broken-shattered pieces of what I once was.

Letter of Intent

     In creating this blog I am intending to use this as an outlet for thoughts, ideas, emotion, and creativity. Along with those I also enjoy philosophy, addressing the higher questions of life. I also would like to answer questions that are presented by any readers willing to ask, and I would also encourage readers to weigh in on the questions giving opinions and diversity to the discussions. In short this is a place where others and I can say what they want to say. Lastly I want to make clear that any unwanted content, language, or just hating is frowned upon, so keep it friendly.