About
My name is Alex, and I like to do stuff.
Loud Music, Fast Cars, Reading, Surfing, Poetry, Biking, Rowing, Arguing, Intellectual Introspection, Writing, Self Destructive Behavior, and much, much more!
Music
Abrasive Wheels, The Aggrolites, Agnostic Front, Alternative T.V., Angelic Upstarts, Anti-Nowhere League, Anti-Pasti, Babyshambles, Black Flag, Blitz, Cheap Sex, The Clash, Cock Sparrer, Cockney Rejects, The Crack, Have Heart, Joy Division, Lower Class Brats, Minor Threat, Misfits, The Nerve Agents, New Order, One Way System, The Paddingtons
Waiting for the jingle jangle of the jailor's bangle to set me free.
NovemberNov 6 Friday Fri 09
Waiting for the jingle jangle of the jailor's bangle to set me free.
OctoberOct 27 Tuesday Tue 09
I've never met a pearl quite like you; who could shimmer and rot at the same time through.
OctoberOct 19 Monday Mon 09
I always flirt with death.
OctoberOct 4 Sunday Sun 09
Screw that...
I love wordsworth, but I just remembered this gem by Maya Angelou, and I must say, it would make the PERFECT hardcore song.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
November, 1806
The following is a poem by William Wordsworth. I want to modernize the words and turn it into a hardcore song. It's got the perfect rhythm if you break it into two parts. The first part would be just a single person, and then it would go into a round, of sorts.
Another year!--another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dare to struggle with the Foe
'Tis well! from this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought;
That by our own right hands it must be wrought;
That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
O dastard whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright valiant; not a servile band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand.
Never thought I'd say it but: I love hardcore.
OctoberOct 2 Friday Fri 09
Going to see Mongoloids tomorrow.
SeptemberSep 28 Monday Mon 09
Stagedives make me feel alive.
SeptemberSep 25 Friday Fri 09
Lionheart
Fuck the tame animal restricted to the cage
with predictable actions, that define your "rage"
I'm the motherfucking lion roaring in your face
tearing down those limits that keep you placed
SeptemberSep 23 Wednesday Wed 09
Buy My Stuff ∞
I'm making some kick-ass hardcore clothing...check it out, buy some, or pass on the link to your friends.
Digging up some old bones, ripping open a healing wound.
SeptemberSep 21 Monday Mon 09
Writing a speech on punk culture...
SeptemberSep 13 Sunday Sun 09
I've never been this sick before...it really sucks.
SeptemberSep 10 Thursday Thu 09
Have Heart, Cruel Hand, Foundations, Crime in Stereo...wow...I had an amazing night.
SeptemberSep 9 Wednesday Wed 09
Leaving for Jacksonville now...I can hardly contain myself!!!
SeptemberSep 8 Tuesday Tue 09
By this time tomorrow, I'll be sitting in Jacksonville waiting for Have Heart to take the stage!!!
SeptemberSep 7 Monday Mon 09
Back to the frantic ways of week days...
Long Dead and Gone: Well, my hair isn't black anymore, and I don't really have much of a mohawk these days. But, fear not, I'm still angry, young and poor, and that, my friends, is what it's really about; not hairstyles, clothes or bondage belts.