byrdtobullshit

The boldness of some companies astound me.

One thing that really, truly pisses me off lately, is that you can't watch the film clip of any pop song without seeing a close up of their mobile phone - REPEATEDLY! Now don't give me your shit "Oh, it's just part of the song" because I (and the rest of the intelligent world) knows that the apple logo doesn't just appear in your clip for betterment of your video!
...and laptops! *cue close up of Sony Vaio, repeatedly, while "omg, I can't belieeeeeeve whatchoo did to me, we was sooooooooo tight" plays in the background" wtf?

Seriously, if THAT is your form of advertising, hats off to you! It's actually quite sneaky and most of the dull lightbulbs in this world that are sitting on their fat arses (watching you dancing around with your twat out while texting your boyfriend on your awesome apple iphone that "he totally sucks, man up, omfgwtfbbq, FINE, stfu, I'm gonna trip with my girls right now to confess my love for you"...) don't even have the mental capacity to notice. The end result is almost subliminal...

The irony of this situation is that the pop stars have a goal to sell songs and achieve fame, living by the mantra "I hope they all like my arse hanging out of these pants and go buy my album..."

Instead?

People get off the couch and think "must buy iphone..."

You've sold your souls, poppettes.

...world full of fucking drones.

xx

Fuck no...

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1. The Internet (Praise Jesus)
2. Miriam Hyde (She just kept on keeping on, the music is sublime)
3. Mobile Phones (Brain damage or not, they are lifesavers)
4. HIV Medication (It's not a cure, but it's a step)
5. Pianos (Always Changing)
6. Youtube (I am speechless '...')
7. Bed Linen (omg...Kylie Minoque has awesome bed linen)

Congratulations to the students of Mullimbimby High School on the Gold Coast for walking out today in protest.

For anyone that is unaware of the story, it involves the death of a 15 year old from fatal injuries to his head. The incident occurred after a group fight that got out of hand.

It is very clear that the teachers at this school are next to useless.

Most teachers are anyway.

Stop your stupid bullying policies, stop your "counselling" jargon and stop overloading people with the "I'll suspend you from school" mantra. It's been used and abused, principals! They just come back and do it all over again.

Zero Tolerance - Get the cunts out of the schools and deny them an education until they get the picture. Keep schools and education alive for the kids who will benefit from it, not this universal "all children deserve the right to be educated" scheme that makes you loads of money. That would be ideal if you were working at making it better, efficient and made the rules clear.

But instead, what do you do?

You march down the street with your union demanding more pay!

Here's a hint...

Do your fucking job properly in the first place.

How dare you ask for more money...

This is just disgusting.

Link to the story - http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,23739,26002921-953,00.html

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You know...

I wish I was alive in the time of Dickens, Bronte, Austin, Thackery, Chopin, Liszt, Brahms, Schumann...

Why?

Because as much as I love my internet, my computer, my personal portal to the world... I miss the art of writing letters.

I watched a documentary on the letters of Dickens today and I felt my heart sink. His letters were like books; confessions of the deepest of fears, deepest of desires, and the deepest woes. The letters were love affairs with the world and the people that surrounded. Dickens led a turbulent life. But to sit and read those letters back in those times...

Now, we sit on our arses and watch T.V.

We don't write personal essays. We don't write about writing. We don't write about our love affairs. We lack the sentence structure and grammatical prowess for words to be written and walk across our eyes with ease and beauty. We don't go and buy armchairs that we call "our reading chair" that we sit in a private room, get comfortable and escape. 

Expand your knowledge, people! Don't force words like "I would love to but don't have time"! Take the time, go to your library for the love of God (whoever your God may be)! Visit your bookstore! Fill your shelves...

Because honestly...

The world doesn't need any more fools. 

...and P.S. - Write your lover, future lovers, lost lovers. Hopefully it will go into a shoebox. That's the beauty of it all, really.

xx 

I had one of Bach's Klein prelude and fugues (not part of "The 48")  once that was a photocopy. Anyway, in the fugue, the photocopy had cut the clefs off the side of the margin. So, instead of geting off my arse and going to grab the score and check, I just started playing and couldn't work out why it sounded like shit. I was so shocked that I was ready to get all excited about how it was sounding and proclaim to everyone how "incredibly unique" this particular fugue was. Well, that is because for some weird reason, I was reading both the clefs as treble, and as for unique, it really sounded like shit.

Don't do this kids.

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Ahhh, Franz Liszt.

It is amazing that at 1:10am my thoughts always return to this man. The two pieces that are sticking in my mind at the moment are the two legends for piano. They are "St. Francis of Assisi Preaching To The Birds" and "St. Francis of Paola Walking on Waves" (or 'walking across water' or 'across the ocean' - God, it's interpretations are always argued over!).

In any case, it still the only duo of compositional grace that has ever made me shiver.

If Alan Walker is to be believed, Liszt certainly lived the life that most of us wished we had today (amazingly he did it without T.V. and internet!!!). I find myself re-reading the many biographies on the man and his music. Thanks to my final amazing teacher at university, I learnt to specialise and discover the most beautiful things in his compositions.

My last piano teacher kept these two pieces in her repertoire since she was a teenager, and anyone that is a pianist knows - we very rarely keep everything we've ever played in our arsenal. She once said to me "It's getting to the stage where I'm a little worried when I perform them". I asked 'why?' and she responded that no matter how well she knew/knows the pieces she has now started to vibrate when she plays them, as if something really unreal is happening.

Well, the last performance that I saw of the pieces above was by my last teacher. After watching both of the pieces, I saw something that I may never see again in my life. Everything she said was true, I saw beautiful pictures unfold and the vibration that she spoke of must have been present. I saw people to my left in tears. I have never experienced anything like it.

As a pianist, I must play like that before I die. I must produce a message like that to an audience. The message that says "Here is a story for you, I hope I tell it well"

*sigh*

Ahhh, Liszt.

May your night be as beautiful as this.

xx

Well, I just leave. HA! No point trying to make do with being uncomfortable.

xx

What I like
What I love
Is much of nothing
really...

I simply adore
the poets
the film 'ists'
the 'musists'

I despise
...hippies

liars

cheats

people who are
...retarded.

Those that think they
are better than others

Really...I am much better than you.

People that don't finish
...school?

I hate you.

It sums me up pretty well

I love...really

More to come.

Slaves to a wage
Need sleep

xx