A Confidence: "Destroyed" (Part Three)

Finally, "The Day" has come where I have heard Moby sing...without any assistance ( I'm not talking bout backing vocoder, but vocoder on his voice); this is an attempt to be clever while simultaneously an occurrence in an alternate dimension. I'm floating toward a black hole, which then changes into a sun, as an electronic symphony blasts through and these heat rays melt my face off. Everything becomes dark and I hear this soulful songstress humming in the background with strings that wear a tattoo. As the voice resonates, a line drawn by crayons and markers bounce off my body.                    "I refuse to 'Lie Down In Darkness!' Absolutely Not!" They say now without me the sun is no more, or is that just me drowning in delusional self-importance? HA! Yeah right! The sun will shine without me, it has shone before I was born and it will shine when I'm gone. "Flip! I need some medication for my face, even though it's just bone. It feels like it's burning, or would it matter?!" I ask as I now walk in a space desert. I feel my face just to see, and it doesn't feel hard; it feels gelatinous. It seems twenty seconds before the third minute passes by in the desert this beat comes along, and out appear discs ascending and descending to the beat as the jazzy piano orchestrates, or choreographs, a light show directed by "Victoria Lucas." The robot returns again, and he means business; because he shoots a beam that pulls me in, and with a short ride in an omnidirectional carousel slowly accelerating in speed as this addictive rhythm and synthetic orchestra sing their song. My mind was too slow to comprehend, or maybe I was just too dizzy. It spit me out, and I threw up something techno-tribal, or was that the conductor? My vision starts to blur as I swear I see and hear starships blasting lasers at each other and this dischordant sound that is off-timed with the beat.

A Confidence: "Destroyed" (Part Two)

  I can't "Be The One" to write an incredible story to where you won't roll your eyes, nor can I make you proud of what I write (especially if you're a fan of Moby). I decide to just sit down for a minute, and realize that I have a space suit on; one that I never put on. I see a montage of all sorts of dance-clubs, and picturesque mountain landscapes (sometimes both at the same time). "I need time to collect my thoughts" I think to myself as I look to see if I can find that robot. "Why The h*ll would I need that? "The Low Hum" is full of background beats and lullaby-esque shimmering space melodies with the vocals of Emily Zuzik; sounds perfect for just contemplating one's own worth in a tranquil place at two in the morning. "Finished!" I shout as I look at the clock that says it is quarter past two. I was in one spot the whole time, but now things really do seem to be changing; the scenery is filling with stars as the building slowly dissappears. As I start to levitate, sans gravity, I freak out, but I hear a voice singing "That's alright" and it calms me. At first, I thought I had seen "Rockets," and I laughed at the thought, but now I'm not sure.

"Destroyed" in Several Entries (Part One)

I said that this was going to be a b**** the first time I had heard this record. I stand somewhere in this white hallway with these ringing tones in the air tonight, and I see nothing, but white space. "WHAT THE F--- IS THIS S---?!!" I hear someone shout from another part of the universe, as they read this. In space no one can hear you scream; I mean "am I even in space?" I think as the words become visible in a cartoon bubble, and then I hear this sound of an elevator (not literally) as the percussion changes. A silent ode to "The Broken Places," faces, dreams, hearts, and people. I think I'm alone and then I hear a robot sing a mantra, or refrain, over and over, but am stopped by this line. "I was the hell that you needed ... oh." As backing instrumentals play, I see vibrations and this white space slowly morph into something else, but I still look and nothing has changed.

More from the vault!

It matters little, but I'm just going to release the rest of the entries. There weren't too many left, so what the heck! Most will be left as is with minor tweaks. I don't even know why I'm announcing this, because barely anyone reads this; what's the point of stretching this blog's life longer than it is needed because it is dying, and I prefer not to write these anymore. BOO HOO. Ha Ha! Whatever. Take Care!

Plain White Ts "Wonders of The Younger"

            Hey, There Delilah this song was written for you, the band got more recognition, and were stuck in the studio to make more songs just like it too. You know it's truuuuue.                                                                       How they tried, to make one of the greatest follow-up albums in time. Yes, in time.                                           Ohhhh, many people were disappointed, disgruntled and let down, but that is part of the life we know; not always easy to accept. I thought it was good, much better than good; a couple seconds of vocalizing and then the final guitar strum.             
              When they set out to record in the Big Bad World they set out to make an album that was much different than that of their peers; not only better, but one updating sounds from decades past. I thoroughly enjoyed the album, but others didn’t. From the song that tries to recreate that magic of the last album; you will know in 1,2,3,4. The one-two-three blow of the opening trio, the feeling that I get when that girl  looks at me, the quick delivery and harmonica-rock of I Really Want You, and a classic ending.   

Talib Kweli "Gutter Rainbows"

This review is a blast from the (recent) past; written several years ago. I decided it to leave it as is for the most part, but still feel free to put me on blast.

This post is ridic...

There are only a few more reviews still in the vault, written at least a year ago, and some more recent ones not yet there. So once they are all released that might be it for this silly blog.