Agglomo

I recently stumbled across Bad Salad, a progressive metal band from Brazil. While their most obvious influence is Dream Theater, I’ve noticed bits of Genesis and Symphony X in their songs.

I finally got around to writing music again. Here’s a sample of the latest work:

There are a few bits that need tightening, but the song is well on its way to completion.

On a related note, I’ve added a music player to the sidebar, where all of my uploaded works-in-progress can be browsed.

I’ve spent the last few years living in a hazy, grey world. In my own mind, I’ve seen it as a sort of ghost-life. I’ve gone about my duties – working, paying bills, etc. – without feeling any sense of purpose beyond fulfilling the necessities of existence.

I think I’ve stumbled across something important here. The things that I used to enjoy have long since lost their meaning; things that I have a natural talent for and, thus, are often requested of me by others. I’ve been doing these things out of a sense of duty for so long that I’ve forgotten to enjoy them.

For example, writing this blog has been difficult. Writing is something I like to do, but I’ve forgotten to apply that to this situation, as well as in my other writing projects.

If my life is to have meaning again, I’ve got to give meaning to it – to my writing, and the other things that I enjoy – and begin taking steps to steer my life in a direction that uses these things as a fulfilling means to an end.

“The land was cast into drought, and every living thing did wither away.”

It’s been a while since I last posted, so I guess I’ll do it again. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to post anything, I’ve just been either too busy or too tired to keep up on this. Hopefully life will slow down soon.

Until then, please enjoy these crabs.

“…and there fell upon the earth a great nothing, and there was much sorrow but for naught.”

As International Apocalypse Day whimpers to a close with an uncharacteristic lack of mayhem, it seems to me that we as a society have become cynical and unimaginative. ‘Tis a wasted opportunity, says I.