What Am I Doing Here?

If my life had its own scent it would smell like fresh vanilla in the midst of stale beer and cigarettes. It would sound like sad songs about unrequited love and hopelessness, a muttered curse, and a shout of praise. Its taste would be the purest of spring waters marred by the copper tang of blood. It would be a black and white film, both nihilistic and hopeful, filled with cynicism and a child-like wonder. I am Dante and Nietzsche, Peter Pan and Pagliacci. I am a child awed by the world and its inner workings. I am a man hardened by a world that has taught over, and over again, not to trust it. I am filled with inspiration and disgust with the great love and great evil that humanity is capable of. I am a romantic idealist searching for my Beatrice. I am a hero searching for a giant to defeat, and finding only windmills. I am the son of a King, and a disciple of a Transient. I try to live a life of love and doubt that love exists. I walk alongside Tolstoy, and try not to stumble in the drunken stupor of my own unrighteousness. I am an embodiment of inconsistencies and contradictions. I utter tirades against the masks I see people wearing, while my vision is narrowed by my own. I despise the objectification of women within the fog of my own lust. I speak out against war, and drive a knife of judgement into the backs of my friends. I live in a bubble of self-centeredness, demanding and then rejecting the love of those around me. I preach love and cloak my heart in bitterness. I am Dorian Grey; my portrait is hanging in the darkest room of my heart. I guard myself from outward attack while I decay inwardly. I try to pull the mask from my face to find there’s nothing underneath. I base my identity on what I am not, not what I am. I am a pessimistic optimist, a naïve cynic. All I want is to be loved, but I don’t know what love is. I am trying to find Heaven, and trying to find people who will look for it with me. I am split between the mystic and the intellectual, pulled one way by beauty, another by logic. I am created in God’s own image, scarred by sin, and redeemed by His sacrifice. I am desperately searching for who God made me to be, and desperately trying to see those redeeming qualities He created in me. My greatest weakness is that I think myself weaker than I really am.

I am trapped in the ninth circle of Hell, while I struggle up the mount of Purgatory, and exult in the Presence of the Almighty.

Please, don't make judgements about me based on this rambling rant, it is the spawn of late night introspection and confusion, an attempt at an honest look at the convolutions of my person. All in all, God made me, my life has shaped me, and I am still growing.

 

Last night I got to see Nightwish perform live for the second time. I was unsure of how well Annette (Lead vocals) would replace Tarja (Former frontwoman) in performance but she actually was really good (though she lacked Tarja's vampiric poise, that's for sure). The rest of the band (Marco - vocals/bass, Tuomas - keys, Empuu - guitar, Jukka - drums) were as tight musically as I remembered them to be. I was lucky enough to miss the opening act, excepting the last few strains of their final song. From what little I heard, I know I didn't miss much.

Nightwish, for you who don't know, is a Finnish metal band whose sound runs the gamut from symphonic to gothic to folky, though that last one is more rare in their songs. So, here's a rundown of the concert:

Bye Bye Beautiful - Great opening song, one of my favourites from Dark Passion Play.
Dark Chest of Wonders - From the album Once, a metal song about Peter Pan. Need I say more?
Whoever Brings The Night - One of their more unremarkable songs, but still catchy.
The Siren - Another song from Once, also very good.
Amaranth - The first single from Dark Passion Play, pretty good, I expected it to come later in the set though.
The Islander - Marco and Empuu picked up acoustic guitars for this one. The fact that they would perform this one in concert totally took me by surprise as it is a complete departure from Nightwish's usual style. Awesome song for sure.
The Poet and The Pendulum - The 13 minute and 54 second epic from Dark Passion Play, another surprise since the y used a full choir/orchestra (and a boy soprano soloist) for the album version. This song is probably Tuomas' magnum opus (He writes 99.9% of their music. On a completely unrelated note, he had a 12" figurine of Edward Scissorhands on one of his keyboards)
dunno - yeah, they played a song I didn't recognize, it was also very unremarkable.
While Your Lips Are Still Red - Another slow number, pretty much one big stab at Tarja, the former frontwoman/diva.
Sahara - Another one of my favourites from Dark Passion Play.
Nemo - One of the best songs Nightwish has ever written, a great closer to a great set.

Encore set: Why do bands do the whole walk-off-the-stage-wait-a-while-for-the-fans-to-scream-themselves-hoarse-then-come-back-out-and-play-more-songs thing anymore? My buddy Cole compared it to "peekaboo", I found that sadly fitting. Anyways...
7 Days to the Wolves - A good song, but 7 minutes? A bit long imho.
dunno - *gasp*! another song I didn't recognise! Shame on me...
Wish I Had An Angel - While it isn't the greatest lyrically, it's a really awesome metal tune. Probably the best song to close the show.

Nightwish is one of those rare "secular" metal bands that not only doesn't try to sell themselves as "evil" but also isn't incredibly cheesey, like almost every fantasy metal band out there. Their onstage banter was amusing (mostly about how their hockey teams are doing), and their interaction as a band was borderline hilarious. They seemed really comfortable onstage and weren't scared to have fun. I definitely hope to see them again.

This is probably the most awesome video I have ever seen:
http://tapespace.com/view/Dancing_Walrus

Last night, my family and I had the chance to see The Proclaimers live in concert. It was excellent...That is, it was excellent once The Proclaimers took the stage some 3 hours after the doors were supposed to have opened. Our tickets told us the doors were opening at 7:30, so Matthew and I lined up at about quarter after 7, and waited there in the cold until about 8:20 before we were let into the venue.

The opening band had demanded privacy for their sound check, so we had to wait for them to finish that before we were allowed in. Of course, once we actually got into the place it was still another hour before the show actually started. Needless to say, by this point we were all quite ready for it to get going.

Jeremy Fisher, both the name of the frontman and the band itself, is a folk-rock group based out of Vancouver. To be quite honest, I enjoyed them, but not so much that I would willingly wait an hour in the cold to hear just them. Their music was kind of cliché, and the frontman's onstage banter was boderline annoying. I didn't hate the band, but neither did I love them, I was there to see The Proclaimers. I was actually somewhat offended when they decided to do an encore. Opening acts should not do encores.

OK, half an hour after Jeremy Fisher relinquished the stage, Matthew and I managed to get within spitting distance of the stage. Enter the twins. Craig and Charlie Reid put on the show I was hoping for. They both were very comfortable on stage, and had a commanding presence, especially when hollering out their great songs. Their back up band was also quite talented on the various instruments they played (which included the typical: electric and bass guitar, drums, and the not so typical; pedalled steel guitar and accordian). While I didn't know all of the songs they performed, they did play my favourites: Cap In Hand, Sean (from which the title of this post is taken), I'm On My Way (which was featured in Shrek), Let's Get Married, Sunshine on Leith, Letter From America, a great cover of the song King of the Road (originally performed by Roger Miller), and of course ended their pre-encore set with the standard I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles). One thing that The Proclaimers really know how to do is just rock. Their style is unashamed and open, and at the same time incredibly tight musically. Of course Matthew and I lined up afterwards to get their autographs, Matthew told them that he was going to play their music to his kids (I'm guessing he was referring to the choir class he teaches) to show them how to sing and Craig's reply to that was "Well, I hope it doesn't put them off (singing)."

All in all it was an excellent show, and one of the best I have been to.

As of late there has been a rather large increase in the number of movies based on or inspired by comic books, being something of a comic book nerd I find myself drawn to them, often to my own dissapointment. It seems that these movies tend to be either really good, or really bad. Unfortunately it also seems that the majority fall into that second category. For whatever reason, I feel like briefly expressing my feelings toward them. So here they are, in no particular order:

Comic Book movies I have seen (For the sake of cutting down this list somewhat I have refrained from listing TV movies)

Iron Man: I enjoyed this movie as much as I thought I would. It had a good amount of action. Tony Stark was well cast, but Jim Rhodes was not, in my humble opinion.

the X-Men Trilogy: The first two were great, featuring most of my favourite characters. The third was a travesty in my opinion, and its only redeeming factor was the presence of Beast.

Batman Forever, Batman and Robin, Batman Begins, Batman: Mask of the Phantasm: The first two on this list were terrible, poorly casted, and far too campy. I could go on for far too long about how terrible Batman and Robin was. Batman Begins is still my favourite comic book movie (though that will probably change once I see The Dark Knight). Mask of the Phantasm was great as well, probably the top movie of my childhood.

Fantastic Four, Fantastic Four and the Rise of the Silver Surfer: Fantastic Four was one of the worst CBM's I've seen, the second was far better, but still subpar

Hellboy: I liked this one, it had a great amount of dry humour, and the director is one of my favourites. I am looking forward to the sequel.

Daredevil: Another travesty of a movie. Ben Affleck? Moving on...

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Entertaining for sure, but still not that great.

V For Vendetta: Excellent movie, I enjoyed it far more than I expected to. Though the scene when V introduces himself using an inordinate amount of v words still makes me cringe.

Mystery Men: I liked this movie, mostly because Tom Waits is in it though.

Hulk: Ugh...At least there's not much chance that the next one will be as bad.

300: This is a great movie if you want lots of stylized action violence and little thought.

Constantine: I'm divided on this one, I kind of enjoyed it. Keanu Reeves still sucks though.

Alien Vs. Predator: I laughed my way through this one. It appeals to me because I have a soft spot for cheesy horror flicks

Ghost Rider: Just about every line of dialogue in this movie made me want to either laugh out loud, vomit, or do both

The Mask: When I first watched this movie I enjoyed it. That was before I knew what good movies were though.

The Punisher: Want a movie with no plot? Watch this one.

The Rocketeer: I watched this one a long time ago, and so, I can't remember much of it, that could be good or bad.

Sin City: I really liked this one, it had fantastic cinematography.

Spider Man (1 and 2): I liked both of these movies, they were campy, but Spiderman always was.

Superman Returns: I hate Superman, he is the worst superhero ever. On top of that, the movie was just plain crappy.

So there you go. There are a plethora of these coming out in the next year, so I'll probably do an update of this list.

one of my attempts at poetry, one that I'm actually half proud of...

Grasping At The Hem

i need the healing you hold

but i don’t want a spectacle

and i don’t want to waste your time

it can be between you and me

a source of quiet praise

i know you deal with a lot of people

all the time

so just let me touch your cloak

i know that that’s enough

that’s all it takes

so don’t mind me

i’m just one in a sea of faces

all begging for your healing

i don’t want it to be earth-shattering

or anything along those lines

all i need is to be healed on the inside

i need you to stitch my heart back together

so just ignore me as i grasp at your hem…

So, on a whim, I have decided to join the blogging world. My feelings on this decision are mirrored in the title of my blog. What am I doing here? I honestly am unsure as yet, but we'll see how things go. This will mostly be me unloading my thoughts on various things, but please don't expect much.