Welcome Back Gentlemen

An actual keyboard.  It's almost strange to have my thoughts fly out of my mind via my fingers, instead of pecking out things on a phone.  True, the pecking method does allow me to think about what I'm writing much harder.  When it takes that long to get a word out, you have time to debate and decide what to actually write.

I also wanted to point something out.  If you are perceptive, you will have noticed that I use slightly different punctuation between the phone and the keyboard.  Do you see it?  Well, I'll just cue up the Jeopardy music and we'll wait.  Remember to answer in the form of a question.

It's a minor thing, so don't worry about being too flaming stupid to notice, I would also be one of the flamingly stupid masses.  I was taught the old rules of spacing after periods and commas.  Those used on a typewriter.  Two spaces after a period, one following a comma.  On a phone, it is honestly easier to just allow the proper (for a computer anyway) single space following a period, but my fingers are so programmed for the double space after so many years.

Pointless fucking rambling.

And now for something completely different...

Music touches us all.  No matter what kind of music you like, or even if you really don't listen to it at all, music is an integral part of your life.  We hear music in ads, on TV shows, in movies, on the radio.  Everything from full symphonies to those irritating god damned jingles that lodge product X in your subconscious.  Music truly ties our world together.  It inspires moments of pure joy, and drives us to maddening hatred.

For me, music is such an integral part of my being that I cannot imagine life without it.  All it takes is hearing a certain song, and I'm transported backwards in time.  Allowed to once again feel the same rush of emotion I did at 19.  Music can cradle me in darkness, or lift me up out of a funk.  It can make me smile, drive me to tears, and touch my life in far too many ways to list here.

With that said, perhaps some of you more seasoned readers will remember the thrill of hearing an awesome new song on the radio.  In a time before anyone could just grab their phone and find whatever it is they might want to listen to, hearing a new song on the radio that stood head and shoulders above the rest got my blood pumping.  Of course, I have no desire to return to said times and smash things with my club while grunting and shitting in my own hand.  Poo wars!

That happened to me a couple of days ago.  I had totally missed The Offspring dropping their new album.  I might also have just written it off.  The Offspring haven't done anything good in years.  Their music used to stir something inside of me, and then came Pretty Fly (For a White Guy).  Enough said on that.  So imagine my surprise when I heard Dexter's unique tones wailing in and out of what was one of the best songs I had heard in quite some time.  There was a moment of sheer joy.  One of my favorite bands may have pulled its head from its ass, and actually created something beautiful.  A song that reminds me of the old days, makes me feel young again, but in a mature way.

Days Go By.

God.  Damn.

The rest of the album, also named Days Go By, does more than simply support the title track.  The album builds upon the song in a big way.  It becomes a ride through blessed sonic joy.  It is the best thing I have heard in years.  Period.

There are a couple of typically Offspring goofy songs, but they are few and far between.  I've only heard two so far.  Out of twelve, that isn't bad.

I'm grinning like a fucking idiot while my feet tap to a beat that also has me doing the white boy nod.  Good stuff.

M'kay, enough of that unabashed fangasm.  This is what music does to me when it's...just...right.  Perfect.  It touches something deep within me, a thing I could never describe.  If anything, music is my soul.

Welcome back gentlemen, and thank you so much.  I'm allowed to have idols again.  Someone I can truly look up to.  Someone who lost their way, but managed to claw back into my musical heart.  It's no secret that I'm a bitter bastard, and you have me dancing around like a teenager again.

It is moments like this that I am reminded of just how fucking beautiful life is.

Once again something different...

Whee!

Guys, I've really been blessed with some awesome people reading this blog.  People I had no idea would even be interested in anything I might have to say.  I really hope you are enjoying yourself, and I really appreciate you taking your time to read my drivel.  Time is precious, and not to be wasted.  I'm glad you don't feel I am a waste.  That's pretty much it really, I just wanted to say thank you.

I hope to keep pumping this shit out as often as I can formulate coherent thoughts.  It is becoming easier every time, and I'm really having a fucking ball with this.  Thanks for the support.

Okay enough emotional shit...

I'm really feeling some nasty shit brewing in the depths of my mind, and Piss Off All the Fuckers needs another episode.  Yup.

Goodnight.