nausearockpig says

Found this when clearing out my USB stick.

I love you too Jase..

02 January 2008: This post below is an old post I had forgotten to post months ago. Not that it’s worthwhile given the content but it is what it is and here it is…

Well…. I had one of days from hell yesterday… it was poo.. lots of insanely busy work to be done, staff away, staff not doing certain tasks properly for TWO FREAKEN MONTHS etc..

Today is audit day so we’ll see how that goes..

not sure if this blog is supposed or intended to be a personal vent but hey….

Cast:
Jane’s Addiction:
Perry Farrell - Vocals
Dave Navarro - Guitars
Eric Avery - Bass
Stephen Perkins - Drums
Dumb Fan: Me

It’s both amusing and depressing the way in some situations my perception of events, people, situations or in this case bands, can stain the truth.

In my younger days and sadly, until recently, I had assumed that as per most situations or perceived situations, the guitarist and vocalist of bands wrote all of the band’s songs. For this reason I had, for the most part, disregarded Eric Avery’s part in the creation of Jane’s Addiction’s music. I had always seen him as “just the bass player” and therefore inadvertently regarded him and his work with about as much respect as that of a drafted session musician..

Then I read the Jane’s Addiction book “Whores” and felt really stupid. In case you won’t read the book, the basic summation that relates to this blurb is that it states that it was Perry AND Eric who were the ones who put together what would become the basis for most of the JA songs that I have loved for so long. Sure, the other members have song writing credits but not in the way I had assumed.

At this point I went back and listened to the original line-up’s releases again. I don’t mean I just threw the CDs on and read a book. No, I put on the headphones and really LISTENED to the music from start to finish. Listening to the sound of each instrument and the way that each instrument interacts with the other instruments and the vocals.

Then I did the same with “Strays”.

The difference between the original and latest JA music is in my humble opinion huge. The basslines on Strays just doesn’t grab me by the balls or heart and lead me around like the early ones do. There’s something so compelling about the basslines of “Three Days”, “Whores”, “Ted, Just Admit It…” and “Mountain Song” [to name but a few] that is evidently missing from most of the newer songs.

Eric Avery: For this I apologise to you. You were and are a music legend and thanks to your work and participation in Jane’s Addiction my life and musical appreciation is so much greater than before. I am so happy to be able to love music like I do.

Again, thank you and sorry.

For those that are interested, this is Eric’s blog page: http://ericavery.blogspot.com/

Javier

A long time ago I wrote a song called “Hate”. Here are the lyrics:

HATE

I hate suicides and being hassled
I hate crossing the street
I hate fools and feeling stupid
And image building

I hate whores and helping people
I hate underwear that sticks
I hate yes-men and angels
And doing other people’s work

I hate greedy people and hurrying
I hate forgetfulness
I hate dialects and yesterdays
And I hate pretty-boy grunge

I hate bastards and I hate bitches
And losing my money
I hate being pigeonholed
And all those silly girls

I hate censorship and Christian rock
Of course I hate A.I.D.S.
I hate standing in line for shit
And I hate waiting

I hate bad fruit and I hate blunt knives
I hate physical abuse
I hate sour milk and lemonade
And waiting if you’re late

I hate everything
I hate anything
I hate anything and everything
But most of all
I hate you

Chorus:
I hate you, do you hate me?
I hate you because you hate me
To make a list of all the things I hate
Would take forever

NB: I’ve had some beers….

So I have a 10 Gigabyte limit on my broadband account….
Perhaps I have have downloaded more than 10GB of The Cure, TOOL and Jane’s Addiction bootlegged concerts between the 1st and 10th of June but why, WHY did those corporate whores at Telstra limit my account to 1/2 dial up speed for the rest of the month?? It’s hard to say whether that’s true or not, I’m a busy executive and I do not have time to note down all of my wheelings and dealings. Fuckers. So what if it’s in the contract? Fuckers….

Hmm… the Mrs was well angry about that…. 1/2 dial up speed is a tnuc [spell it backwards kids - hang on going for another beer... back now.. of course reading this you have no sense of the time it took to get that beer, all of about 20 seconds - and importantly it's LOCALLY BREWED BECK'S beer... LOCALLY BREWED??? what's the fucking go with that??? fuckersssssss.....FUCK!!! that tastes awful after drinking fine imported Cintra beer - ugh]
anyhoo, dial up’s a tnuc, Telstra are tnuc’s and i’m going to have dinner..

Catch you later on with the story of the crazy employee and the people who dropped the task of dealing with him on me.. now that’s fucked up…

A long time ago when I was in a dodgy little band with some mates that eventually became a band that played three or four shows and just liked to make noise, three of us would get together to write songs.

One song in particular that I was having trouble getting the vocal melody right with was called Ecstasy. I remember one night I was at my place with Glenn [who at the young age of 17 or 19 was already a guitar virtuoso - he could hear a song once and just play it no problems.. amazing...] trying to get the vocal melody to Ecstasy right.

Picture this: Glenn is wearing his Ibanez electric guitar plugged into a Peavey 10W amp; I’m standing there sans microphone. I have a stereo loaded with a tape of Sugar Girl with headphones plugged in and only one earbud in my ear.

At the same time that Sugar Girl starts playing, Glenn starts playing the verse to Ecstasy over and over. When the vocals to Sugar Girl start, I start singing the words to Ecstasy half listening to Sugar Girl from the stereo [thru headphones] and half listening to Glenn’s guitar playing. From memory we eventually got the vocal melody down and the song was born!!  I don’t know how or why it worked but it did..

What a shambles…

A few years later we found out that Glenn had died in an accident  involving a train. Such a tragedy.

R.I.P. Glenn Bryan Carpenter

Lryics to Ecstasy:

chorus in italics

ECSTASY 

Futility    Burns my heart awayNecessity Claims my heart this dayAll of my life I’ve wished I could stayI swear my life Will be mine again one dayI wish my past would stay my pastMy burning desire burnt to the coreFree to be myself again free to be meOnce again I’m laughing in the face of your sympathy 

Finality Kills my heart againPainfullyIt was crushed like glass againAll of my time I’ve wasted awayI wish I couldHave what I had back then 

That urge to pack upAnd go away and give upAnd never everCome back againRushed in consumed mePushed me up, to, throughAnd out that doorNever to come back againNever to feel that painNever to feel that sweet Exquisite ecstasy againNever ever againNever to feel that loved Again 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I  wonder.

Will I ever hear The Cure’s MTV Unplugged version of M, In Your House and Time Will Tell [ a cover of a Nick Drake song] before I die? Here’s a link to some info: http://www.cure-concerts.de/concerts/1991-01-24.php 

Does it matter?

Do you ever really miss what you’ve never had?

I’m listening to a live version of Close To Me - Closer Mix from a bootlegged recording of The Cure on  17th of December 1997 at Shepherds Bush. It’s pretty good. But will it have mattered to me or changed my life or if I’d never heard that song? I mean, assuming someone [other than me writing this is actually reading this], will your life be any less whatever if you don’t ever hear, say, the music I’ve made?

I don’t believe in any god. I believe in the now. I have this ace idea for an afterlife - that when we die, we become omnicsent and omnipresent. Wouldn’t it be excellent if when we died, we could go where and when we wanted - as “ghosts” and enjoy everything and anything that has ever happened and that will happen?

And we could commune with those that we wanted to? Like past friends, family and pets.. That would be nice.

Here’s hoping that someone somewhere has that version of M and will release it so I can hear it - in case I’m wrong and when we die, that’s it and there’s nothing more…

A long time ago I heard that Nirvana wanted to release their album In Utero under the title of “I Hate Myself And I Want To Die” [or maybe they had a song with that title that wasn't released - I don't know, it was a looooong time ago and I can not be bothered googling it..].

Anyway, in the early Nineties, when I was a much younger angst-ridden youngster and I stole the line and penned my own little ditty.. I now find it very amusing and thought that if anyone reads it, they too may find it amusing..

So here it is in all it’s glory..

I HATE MYSELF AND I WANT TO DIE

I hate myself and I want to die
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah!!!*
I hate myself and I want to die
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah!!!

I hate the truth and I hate the lies
I hate my hair and I hate my eyes
I hate myself and I want to die
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah!!!

* These “Yeah Yeah” bits would be sung by a “church chior” type group of backup singers…..
 

P.S. Anyone who thinks that they’re clever saying somthing like “I hope you die too…” or ” I want you to die too” is:

a) sad because this is such an obvious thing to think and

b) beaten to the punch by ME!!!

Edit >> After some minimal “research” it turns out that indeed I was correct re the alternate In Utero album title.

It also turns out that a song is called “I hate myself and want to die” [note no second "I"] was intended as a B-side to the “Pennyroyal Tea” single that was to be released. The single was not released due to Kurt Cobain’s death though a small number of units were shifted prior to being recalled and destroyed..

Source: Wiki and “The Internet”

Do you do what would be seen as the right thing in other peoples’ eyes?

Or do you do what is right for you and your own regardless of what you’ve been given?

Even though what you’re doing may be misconstrued as unappreciative - or even disrespectful…

Do you go ahead and hope for the best..

Well here I am Rotting In Hell!!! as I have been told to do…

It’s really not that bad, in fact, it kind of feels the same as the normal world - so if when I die, I do go to Hell!!! [if Hell!!! exists, which at this stage I doubt, given the state of the world and the actions of people all over the world, not just "jilted lovers"] then I guess it’s just like getting up and going to work, and paying bills, and going to Bars, and chatting to folk about things, dealing with life’s problems, rejoicing in life’s happy points - you know all the usual, then it’s not really that bad and I don’t think that I’ll even notice the transition.

Unless of course I lie there dying for a long time… in pain… or in the cold in the wilderness freezing, seeing a moose go past - that would be bad. But then I guess if I woke up dead and the pain was no longer there, and things kept on going the way they are, then c’est la vie!!!