A little bit of the ultra-violence... then some shut eye

So lets start with it. I have been lazy. In fact, I have been so lazy that my procrastination was due to my initial procrastination. I’m not sure if that makes sense but I’m leaving it in this blog post anyway. So lets recap…what have I been doing for the past week?

I’ve been working. My bartending job keeps me up late so I enjoy sleeping in during the mornings (which is when I am the most productive). To keep my time occupied without as much stress on my body or brain, I have resorted to my Xbox 360 for addiction satisfaction. I went and bought Modern Warfare 2. That game and also Oblivion has kept me away from any social interaction for quite a bit and while writing on a blog doesn’t help my social interaction, I feel accomplished when I post something. So here I am, forcing myself to write and to tell you the truth… it sucks; completely blows when you have nothing really exciting to talk about.

A little old Ludwig van to lighten up the mood is something I need. Yeah, that’s it! A glass of wine and some piano sonata no. 14 in c-sharp minor to put my head in the right place, that’s the ticket. I mean, the idea that if you put some music on, you can start to talk about sounds like it would work, but in the end, I want to think about a different medium, one that has to do with music. I’m talking about films of course.

The one that comes to mind is actually Kubrick’s “A Clockwork Orange”. The film that turns old favorites like singing in the rain, and the beautifully composed pieces of the one and only Beethoven into correspondents to, what Alex would define as “A little bit of the ultra violence”. I started to think about the way music affects us. A while ago I attempted to write my thoughts on the concept of punk. Not the scene, but the actual music and what is represents. I feel that there are many misconstrued ideas surrounding certain genres of music. Punk and post-punk are what I happened to be influenced by in my middle and high school years. My grandparents still consider it “devil worshipping” music and while the mind of someone in their seventies are somewhat rooted in culture they grew up with, I found with a little explanation of how one should listen and interpret the music, acceptance and even exploration of the genre starts to happen.

Thought ended…..ah shit. Well, until next time.