Hey, gang. Missed you.
I guess I was having the same frustrations with this site that a lot of other people experienced, and when I managed to get back on it a couple weeks ago, I noticed a lot of new avatars, with a picture of a rodent of some sort and a notice of a strike, demanding more reliable cooperation from whatever software governs this thing. I didn't go through the hassle of actually announcing it, but I was in sympathy with the strikers, and steered clear of mog for a while, but it seems to be working fine now, so rejoice! The wisdom of zarpex is once again available to you all.
I have no idea what I'm going to write about, but I feel like I should write something. And I suppose it ought to have to do with music, just for the sake of appearances. Let's see...
Ah! Movie scores!
I rented a house on the beach seven or eight years ago, and discovered, to my surprise, that the stretch of sand it faced was the least rocky and most pleasant to walk on of any house for quite some distance around it. As a result, we got a lot of unfamiliar faces unrolling beach towels and setting up sun umbrellas right in the middle of what, on at least an instinctual level, I took to be my beach. I didn't really mind it terribly, but I remember there was one family that seemed to be there every single day, and gave off a slightly defiant air, as if hoping someone would ask them to sunbathe elsewhere, so they could start arguing about it or starting a lawsuit or God knows what. After a couple months, I glanced outside and noticed them all wading into the surf together, and I had a rather cruel idea. I carried the stereo speakers out onto the deck, pointed them out towards the beach, turned up the volume nice and high, and shared with them the track accompanying this post.
They turned immediately around and rushed back to the sand, staring at me with undisguised fury and resentment. And I never saw them there again.
If music really can touch something deep and primal in us, and there's any truth to territoriality at all, we've got a good chance of spotting him between Cape Scott and South Beach. Two notes - dunt-dunt, dunt-dunt, dunt-dunt, dunt-dunt - and you're looking down to see if your legs are still there. Greatest movie score (not counting musicals) ever written, hands down.
Do please share your own thoughts.
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i'm all striked out, so all i wanted to comment about was your excellently cruel, yet effective, idea for getting rid of people haha!
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Nice to see you again Z!
I used to use the main title from Star Wars when my neighbor upstairs made too much noise. I guess we've engaged in "Williams Warfare!"
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You were quite inspired. I wish life offered more opportunities like that. If they'd had a sense of humor, they could have invited you to join them and to become friends.
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Funny stuff, z! A potent movie score indeed. The soundtrack to 2001: A Space Odyssey had come to my mind, with Also Sprach Zarathustra's dun-dun-dun-dun moment, but then it's not an original score either, and it doesn't exactly make you shake in your boots (unless the volume is cranked appropriately).
I admit I've used music for my own devious purposes ... I once had a neighbor who for some unknown reason had acquired a rooster (in the city, nonetheless) whose crowing would jolt me awake at the crack of dawn after only a few hours of sleep, day after day. Despite repeated requests from neighbors he wouldn't get rid of the animal, so at wits end I decided to take matters into my own hands ... in the mornings when I observed him enjoying a quiet cup of coffee on the deck I would play music for him ... of course it helps to know one's enemy, and absurdly loud doses of Sex Pistols and Lime Spiders did the trick nicely. The rooster was back at the farm in under a week!
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Z-Har -> I missed you bro -> your verbal antics were deeply missed on my part ->
dunt-dunt, dunt-dunt -> flipping brilliant to rid yourself of unsightly beach inhabitors illegitimately perched outside your cozy dwelling of solitude ->
I know I've overplayed my liking to leaving meat-pops in places other people will look and be pissed at the surprise, -> but it woulda been sweet to run down and squeeze out a hot-n-stinky in their shoes, or in a purse, or even better, a cooler or luch pail :->)
I'm sick, I know, but that air that they seemed to have woulda pushed me beyond the point of no return, and someone would have gotten a hot messy surprise!!!
Ah, I think my work here is done.
Tyler
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You know z, I got to disagree with you on the point of best sound track ever written. That a subjective comment.
That's okay your still one of my mates. I just think there might be better.
Anyway, You want primal see if you can find the 'Rhythm Devils' soundtrack 'Apocalypse Now Sessions'.
Mickey Hart and Billy Kreutzmann were recruited to lay 'jungle noise' by your beloved Graham and Coppola.
Let's just say it's not nice 'trip' music. It is downright scary.
I feel bad I don't have a track to share.