This came up on my Pandora Quickmix today … I forgot how much I effing love this song. It relaxed me the second it came on. It’s a very unique mix of soft electronic music and classical strings with chanting monk-like choruses.
I can vouch for the whole CD; it’s incredible.
I haven’t been excited about new music in a loooooong time. But this … this … should be incredible. Too bad the MySpace page is taking forever to load …
Guess I’ll check it out later at home.
One Day As a Lion
News story from blabbermouth
ONE DAY AS A LION’s sound is described in a press release as “a defiant affirmation of the possibilities that exist in the space between kick and snare. It’s a sonic reflection of the visceral tension between a picturesque fabricated cultural landscape, and the brutal socioeconomic realities it attempts to mask.
According to the band, ONE DAY AS A LION’s name was “taken from the infamous 1970 black-and-white, captured by legendary Chicano photographer George Rodriguez, featuring a center framed tag on a white wall in an unspecified section of Boyle Heights. It reads: ‘It’s better to live one day as a lion than a thousand years as a lamb.’ This record is a stripped down attempt to realize this sentiment in sound.”
“One Day As A Lion” was recorded by Robert Carranza at Ocean Way Recording and was mixed by Mario C at MCJ Studio.
The track listing for the CD is as follows:
01. Wild International
02. Ocean View
03. Last Letter
04. If You Fear Dying
05. One Day As A Lion
UPDATE: The siren was the gay-dar going off. LOL
So the hallmark of the night was an interesting situation. Allow me to preface the story by adding that whilst standing in front of porcelain urinal, I heard a siren, like I would hear at The Oak Bar in Wyandotte when the Red Wings scored. I thought … WTF is that? And carried on.
Immediately upon reentry to my comfort zone, I noticed that there was someone sitting to the right of my previous location at the bar. All of my personal effects were stationed there, serving as an obvious “Hey fucker, I’m sitting here.” One would not heed this warning, however, and prompted an interesting, and later infuriating situation.
The first of clues as to what the siren meant:
Person to my right: “I notice you took off your jewelry … Why is that?”
Me: “Umm, (struggling for an explanation) … It’s what I do to feel comfortable; sometimes the ring doesn’t fit on my finger.”
Thing to my right: “Does it like sometimes not fit you?”
Me: “Yeah, sometimes in the morning the ring doesn’t fit right on my finger.”
Oddity: “Have you ever lost your jewelry in the bathroom?”
At this point I was thinking “Wheree\ in the living hell could this person be going with this?”. Wait, no I wasn’t. I was thinking: “Wow, this dude is fucking queer, and is seriously hinting at whether I’ve had a gay encounter in the bathroom.”
So yeah, cue all kinds of odd conversation about where the 41 year old curly haired “Hucky” (as he introduced himself) has been around the country. “All people do around here is drink and eat”, he says. “Right, people do tend to live a life of excess”, I concede, trying to be a nice human being to what is obviously a complete disaster to my right. And the rest of the conversation is: “blahblahblah”
Such is all I’m inclined to communicate at the moment. Perhaps the second half of the saga will be revealed at a later date.
For now, M is signing off and getting some needed unconsciousness.
If only I had Shakespearean verbal grace of “BigLee” …
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Wow, and just a few minutes later I find the comments below, which are even funnier than that gem above.
Friaka Says:
“I’m a sucker for a woman that’s …. a woman” should’ve been the exact quote ^_^
seriously….? lmao
yeah, I know lots of women who have the hots for elmer fudd.
if only he was interested in hunting wabbits.
Now we all know why there are lesbians…
Speech impediments are sooooo funny - good job.
This dude is brutal but there’s also a ton of whacked out women in Chicago who have these On Demand videos on Comcast. It’s always entertaining watching these stupid drunk bimbos talking about how sweet they are while dressed like a hooker and falling off their chair drunk.
oh dear god i spewed out my coffe when he said goth like i am O.o
this is so brutal . but yet it is like road kill i can’t stop laughing or watching
ken Says:
did that dude have some sort of lip cleft or what that like a mustache or something? and this is brutal, i wanna see the other women he has dated
WHAT
THE
FUCK
I felt a little bit bad watching it, but at the same time, who doesn’t like tying women up after the symphony?
There’s too much emo crap on my blog. Moping around on the internet is so incredibly lame, what the hell.
UPDATE: I’ve had the urge to write about a certain someone quite a bit … but luckily I’ve been able to control that. Writing on is definitely cathartic, and thus beneficial, but sometimes I look back at it and wonder what’s wrong with me. 
It feels pretty good not waking up and hacking a lung, and I’m sure it will help when I jog. Maybe soon I’ll actually write a useful post, also …
I officially love the Foggy Monocle. Thanks for hours of enjoyment, whoever the hell you are.
For a gentleman the world of romance is much like life at the high seas: fraught with danger! Sometimes, a gentleman’s dashing looks and suave charm do not work in his favor — quite the contrary! — for they attract ladies of all shapes and sizes. When carousing in a late-night watering hole, a gentleman’s glowing good looks can put him in harms way, attracting a tsunami of appealing and unappealing woman. And like a weary whaling ship captain drunk on drink, a gentleman occasionally shoots his harpoon into the murky waters without thought, reeling in a most dangerous beast from the turbulent depths below.
CaptainAhab: You need to regulate the girls I take home.
Landlubber: Nothing gives me more pleasure than seeing you going whaling like you did last night
CaptainAhab: You’re an ass
CaptainAhab: This story will stay here
Landlubber: The legend of Moby Dick will travel back home and be told for generations to come.
CaptainAhab: I’d appreciate it if you would stop referring to it as whaling, moby dick, etc.
Landlubber: I’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from harpooning whales when you’re out at the bar with me in the future.
CaptainAhab: I’d appreciate it if you’d go and kill yourself.
CaptainAhab: She wasn’t that fat dude.
Landlubber: I would have done the same in your shoes. But that doesn’t mean I won’t bust on you relentlessly for it.
CaptainAhab: I did wake up thinking what the hell did I do?
Landlubber: It’s been far too long since I woke up with smelly fingers in a pool of sweat, booze and regret.
CaptainAhab: I can’t wait until you hook up with someone that is even remotely large/unattractive/mentally retarded
Landlubber: hahahahahaha
CaptainAhab: because I will ridicule you relentlessly
Landlubber: I know
Landlubber: I might go celibate just to be safe
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mm hmm.
so day 1. umm…decided to have my last cigarette (again) on the way home from work. then went for a jog. hopefully i can make these better decisions last … plus, i drank way too much while (she) was gone, so taking a hiatus from that crap too.
I remember a time when you could call a live human, explain your situation to them, and receive some type of leniency, or at least a heartfelt apology for your inconvenience. This isn’t what I’ve seen lately with National City.
Maybe it’s a sign of the times that companies have to be more ruthless and uncaring to their customers in pursuit of profit, but it is really causing me a sickening mix of rage and helplessness.
To make the letter below make sense, I was waiting on a PayPal transfer that took wayyy too long, causing my overdraft problems. The $304 dropped out of my mind after making a few calls and speaking to an incredibly rude “Deborah”, Assistant Manager of the Grosse Ile branch of National City. I simply didn’t have the time to pursue it, even though I got one level higher in the chain with Mr. Mark Fetterman, apparently a National City Regional Exec of some sort. He never answered my voicemail. Nice.
But you know what, had a $34 overdraft charge not been applied to multiple < $5 transactions, I probably wouldn't have been in the hole. That's what kills me.
So yesterday a charge was made to my account. $855 for soccer. Well, it was voided the same day it was entered, thus never making it into the batch processing for the next day. Or so one would think. Well, it's a debit card, so I guess what happens is a pre-authorization is placed on the card which holds it against your account for X amount of days. The vendor never received an authorization number because THE FUCKING CHARGE WAS NEVER MADE. Can you tell I'm angry??
Well in the mean time, National City decided I didn't have enough money in my account, and even though THE CHARGE WAS NEVER MADE, they would charge me THREE MORE OVERDRAFT FEES. How awesome of them! Let's add that up to the total they've TAKEN from me over the past month for a total of $392.
My letter to them:
I’ve had an account with National City for 10 years now and recently have had some financial issues that have caused me to overdraft my account. In one incident on or around 5/19, my account was charged a total of 9 overdraft charges at $34.00 each, totalling $304. Had these charges not been applied for small purchases, I would have been well within the charges I made. In my distress, I called my assigned branch in Grosse Ile, MI and spoke to the Assistant Branch Manager; I believe her name was Deborah, but to be honest I’ve done my best to forget that conversation.
She was immediately accusatory, and I could tell when she got off the phone with me she would be able to find something wrong with me personally after she “reviewed my account”. She was not willing to listen to reason, and at that point lectured me in a very rude tone on how “if people kept registers this kind of thing wouldn’t happen”. Until this point I had been polite with her and met nothing but rudeness.
I felt that I was being treated unfairly, so I received the number of one Mark Fetterman, apparently a Regional Executive of some sort. I called and left an extended voicemail for Mr. Fetterman explaining the situation, and never received a reply.
I would like some kind of display of human understanding and leniency from National City at this point to continue my long standing relationship with your business.
At this point, I want either a response that my overdraft charges will be refunded to me, or I want detailed information on how to cancel all of my four accounts with your business.
Sensitivity training for the Assistant Manager of your Grosse Ile branch would be helpful, as well. My parents have multiple accounts at that branch, and in asking my mother how she was treated by Deborah in the past, her only response was “coldly and rudely”.
Now I’m eagerly awaiting a response so I can get all of this shit behind me. $392 is no laughing matter anymore.
If I don’t get a response in “one business day” like their web site claims, I’m blasting out this entire post to their upper management. If I’m less than happy with the response and turnaround time from that, I’m turning all of my accounts over to Chase.
