it's going to be a cold winter

so I managed to get a ticket to go see Sabertooth zombie/Ceremony. the friend who arranged it, is my hero of the day. first band on the bill was Millions of them. I missed them because I had to wait outside for the guy who had my reservation. second up was Sabertooth zombie. I knew them by name but I never really listened to them. they came out as a nice surprise. at times they reminded me of Hang the bastard. the same sludge-fueled hardcore riffs. heavy show though, the guitar-player had to switch guitars during the first song and the singer broke the mic. “if I get 2 mics, I’ll break 2. if I get 3 mics, I’ll break 3. if I get 17 mics, I’ll break 17.” hardcore. then it was finally time for Ceremony. they opened up with Sick, which was … pretty sick. I was thrown from one side of the stage to the other. after that I had to lay low for a while. then they played a variation of old and new songs. when they were about to play It rained today inside my head, Ross said something which really caught my attention: “depression … when suffering from depression and when you feel there’s no light, just close your eyes and look into the sun. everybody feels sad sometimes. this next song is about depression.” then I just went crazy one more time. they played a few more songs after that before ending. I got myself a nice new shirt as well. California filled with the ceremony roses.

Black lung disease

I'm digging deep in the pitch black dark.
breaking pieces of my black coal heart.

last week Midnight souls released their debut 7" for Reflection records. today I finally got my copy of it. I first admired the artwork for a while, before placing the record in my recordplayer. expectations were high, and they did not disappoint. so glad I bought this.

you can listen to two tracks on their myspace (http://www.myspace.com/midnightsoulsneversleep) and there's also a link to there merchstore, if you want to order your copy of Colder (or a T-shirt).

Penmanship sailed

my penmanship is sinking but these words float on notes of folded binder paper. light blue lines guide the sentence I gave myself, written in repetition: "I want to disappear, I don't belong here"

sometimes I wish I could disappear. or at least just go away for a while. tired of seeing the same old places, same old faces. the only problem is I don't have the money ... and I kinda have to attend class. maybe the right transportation would be necessary as well, so I don't always have to depend on trains and/or buses.