Unfortunately, I can no longer be motivated to post on this blogsite anymore. Crowd.blog.com initially began with the intention of the three band members, as well as friends I had invited, to populate the blog site so it always look busy and always appeals to someone – although it would become a band website, it would be cosmopolitan with posts. Another one of my many delusions of grandeur.
However, as I am the only person currently posting and the main comments are from a variety of spamdexing, I see no real point in posting. If I genuinely enjoyed, and had the time to blog, I would do so, and I may return one day, or merely visit. If there is any genuine demand for my posts, I will stay a while longer and aim to post more in that area. I never did receive many comments, but I appreciate and thank the few who did take an interest in the blogs. Do comment if you are one of these people, and I can say a more official cheerio. All the posts on this website will remain.
The other reason for returning would be if the band were to coalesce once more.
Do not read this post as though I am most upset in the lack of demand in this blog. I was never too enthused, although part of me did like writing posts such as Jobe’s Hates, posting poetry and researching about religions and their music. It’s merely no longer practical, especially when nobody is there to read them.
And so, I conclude with a Jobe’s Hate
Disparaging introspective narrative in blogs; especially in one’s early posts
Blogs seem to have developed their own tone, especially if the blog is headed by an individual (as opposed to a gaming blog or a photography blog). Generally, an individual who blogs (like me) is of a gentle (meek: like me) character, aware of the untamed etiquette of the internet, wherein U.F.Qs (unidentified f**king queers), often with little else to do, litter blog sites and youtube videos with all sorts of nasty comments, disguising their bullying as “their opinion”.
The other type of individual blogger, and I do not include celebrities, are those who are aware that their blog may not be read or some may find their very specific interests boring.
The Gentle and Boring bloggers are extremely selfconscious, hence feel it imperative to put forward notices of a self-deprecating nature. For example:
“Hi, I welcome you (the very few people who read this) to my blog!”
“Sorry about the rant/rant over.”
“Sorry if I’ve offended anyone, but I don’t like priests, coldplay, capitalist-pigs, when-my-back-ground-isn’t-black, omnivores, and people enjoying themselves.”
I am guilty of all of the above (not that the examples are word for word). I thus hate myself (look, I’m doing it again).
Well, I suppose there’s no separating this prose from a blog, especially of a relatively unknown individual, but it’s sort of a determent because it’s ironically very selfish.
Today, some William Worthsworth:
THE TABLES TURNED
UP! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless-- Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:-- We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
Zephaniah (1958-present) is a poet of local origina to myself whose poetry is particularly race centered. He’s won various awards and earned many doctorates. Here is my favourite poem by him, although not indicative of the rest of his work by any means.
I used to think nurses Were women,
I used to think police
I used to think poets
Until I became one of them.
I do not see the point in such frequent updates from iTunes. The only update I get, other than the amiable recent iOS 5, is some ambiguous “bug fixes” or “extra-support for Hungarian language users”, as though Hungarians are mentally retarded and need more help than the rest of us. What angers me more is that iTunes assumes that I want my phone synchronized as soon as I plug it into my laptop. To an extent this is my intention, because I want to get a symphony on there, but I don’t want all of my old apps back (the amount of times I’ve deleted Keith Lemon’s soundboard…). I have since set options to “do not remind me of a new update” and “do not automatically sync”.
The same applies for Apps in the App Store. Just last month my bible app received an update, only to utter the explanation: “bugfixes”. Why would the bible need bugfixes? Infallible book of God my arse.
Talking about UCAS and University
Every single day of my life my reluctant destiny of higher education springs up in conversation. “University this, university that”. The shallowness of the UCAS application forever bores me. Bless my head of sixthform, he does his best, and I’m glad he’s still enthused after all these years, but I personally don’t see the point in university: left-winged middle class young people, with beards like vikings, wearing hoodies, slouching in a lecture with a hang-over… Okay, perhaps my view is a tad narrow.
Equally, this idea of “UCAS” and “UCAS application” sends the proverbial blood boiling: how often innately pious deeds are undermined with that Machiavelli overtone, “do it because it’ll look good on your UCAS application”. In the midst of this pharisee morality, I suppose there is some comfort in knowing that anyone can relate to you. It’s nice to know that someone wanting to study medicine suffers the same angst as I do, despite being a music student. The application and requisites of the personal statement can apply to us all.
I have developed a particular disdain for bulls**t as it has found its way into our everyday expletive collection (£2.99 on Amazon). I do not see what augmentation the bull in front of s**t truly offers. What is special about the constitution of a bull’s bowels and its digestive activity that renders s**t so reliant on its existence as profanity? If the reason the bull is a suitable compound intensifier is because of its form as a powerful animal, why have we not selected even stronger animals? Crocodiles**t, lions**t, elephants**t, whales**t. Does the same work in reverse? foxs**t, rabbits**t, fleas**t?
What a load of shit.
The fact that my school bag destroys the documents I bring into school
So there I am, skipping my merry way to school with my bag fully packed with all of my credentials. As an ardent student of music, I bring in many scores and my interests in poetry has me transport anthologies and whole life works of poets of yore.
I arrive at school, sit down in the library/music sixthform room, and… WHAT’S THIS?! The paper is profusely scrunched and has acquired a damp and soggy texture.
I should probably just get a separate bag, and stop p**sing in it when I’m waiting for the bus.
Coldplay, and people who hate Coldplay
I don’t particularly like Coldplay, and I despise people who hate Coldplay (You can tell I’ve read Catch-22 and am rather unsubtle about its influence upon me). Coldplay do not compose symphonic poems, works for 6 oboes, clarinet, cello and piano or Opera: for this I do not like them. If these are the requisites of my attention, I do not like much music at all, and I don’t mind.
However, I don’t understand why people hate Coldplay and why the band have become a hallmark of a particular taste in music. I might as well change the title to “Justin Bieber, and people who hate Justin Bieber” or “Whitney Houston, and people who hate Whitney Houston”. Almost all modern music consists of verses, choruses and occasionally bridges, with 4 piece bands, excruciating synthesized hand-claps and lyrics about being in love, all of which I classify under the umbrella term “trivial”.
On what grounds permit Coldplay the victim of Noel Fielding, Frankie Boyle and that-loud-and-opinionated-guy-who-listens-to-close-eyes-momentarily-generic-number[sic]-at-my-school the licence to outspokenly insult a band which has sold 49,999,999 more albums than women I have had any sort of romantic relationship with?
Endure, Endure! Another one of my godforsaken posts!
The St Matthew Passion (1727) by Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) retells the story of Jesus’ death through music and is split into two parts. It uses two (baroque) orchestras and two choirs as well as trebles. This particular piece of music I am focusing on this week is Geduld! (Patience/Endure).
This year, myself and Simon (we are the only 2 in our A level music class) are studying Bach harmony, but also musical history through the form of the St Matthew Passion. My assignment was to write about a selected Aria, and I’ve grown rather attached to the one that was given to me, which was this one. It does not have “orchestral might”, in fact it only uses 3 instruments. It’s definitely the vocal part that charms me. The melisma on the word “rächen” within the piece rather pertinently requires a lot of work with the throat to be sung, the result being something truly heart-piercingly beautiful.
I have had the game Skyrim since Thursday, and although I am usually indifferent to elves/orcs/ardvarks/
Nordic people/dragons/the general fantasy setting, Bethesda sure know how to create an inspiring story, a multitude of sidequests along with stunning graphics and music.
Forsooth, I have plenty of time on my hands. Why not create a weekly blog of what I get up to on Skyrim? I’m going to limit myself to an hour a day with a 30 minute extention if I am I believe I have almost completed a quest or escaped a dungeon, and perhaps 2 hours in weekend days. I am not a gamer as such anymore, but Skyrim and the new Zelda game will probably be among the last games I’ll buy and play ardently.
Anywhom… I’m unsure whether to place such a blog on a Saturday (for the sake of alliteration, that frequented literary technique of mine: Skyrim Saturday) Or perhaps to place it in the middle of the week. I generally prefer weekends, seeing as Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I have various groups I am a part of, but I also like spaced out posts… Perhaps I will make the post on a Saturday and publish it another time?
I’ll hear your suggestions before my own hasty conclusions. My preliminary ideas to decorate the post would be a pertinent screenshot, a short poem as well as a log of what I’ve done and what I plan to do next.
No, I’m not wanting you to revolt against the Chinese government in the name of Christianity. That’s silly of you to think of me like that.
I merely wish to part with a little information concerning one of the greatest civil conflicts of all time, that of the Taiping Rebellion. My studies in A Level History have taught me a little about this event, and my history teacher has on more than one occasion asserted that “I bet you lot haven’t even heard about the Taiping Rebellion, and yet it’s one of the most devastating conflicts in history.”
He is correct. Even if you didn’t realize that the Mongol invasions between the 12-14 hundreds were infact probably the deadliest of conflicts next to the An Lushan Rebellion and after World War II, you at least knew that “They were very bad” and “Ghengis Khan was there”. With the Taiping Rebellion, I doubt the general population have ever heard of it.
I knew about the Taiping Rebellion because I’m the sort of person, whom, when in the middle of doing (any) homework, will procrastinate intensely by clicking on lots of wikipedia links and see where I end up, my brain thinking that I’m studying because I’m learning a lot. When studying Germany at some point, I managed to get onto the page of deadliest conflicts in history and had a glance at the top ten or so.I didn’t ofcourse know about the character Hong Xiuquan (1814-1864) or even the Qing Dynasty (1644-1912).
So, all you need to know is there was a big civil war between 1850-64 and about 20,million people died, meaning the death toll could have been larger than world war I (and this is just a civil war!). The belligerents were a Christian organisation wanting to overthrow oppressive Confuscianism and corrupt monarchy and establish… well… replace it with corrupt Christianity and a new king I suppose, being a cynic – like all young people who go to grammar schools are nowadays. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom failed in doing so because it was in Britain and France’s interest to keep the rather malleable Qing Dynasty in power, thus they aided Empress Cixi of the Qing Dynasty with a bit of firepower and everything went back to normal, sans 20,million people.
My history teacher is right also in that we don’t know a lot about China’s history, and perhaps we should study it more.
I’m too disheartened for another Jobe’s Hates at the moment, because I spotted that the Guardian has stolen one of my riffs and the evidence and language used is more pertinent and more hilarious. So, I might as well share this article with you:
I’m not particularly a guardian reader, but someone was reading this on Facebook (there’s this new sharing of articles nowadays). I too was going to disparage banter this week, but, just enjoy this article and shut up you slaaag.