Fixie day. Bikes and cars.

Woke up early today, and headed out to Deus ex for brekkie, and some Circuit Club discussion.

Pretty devastated to see the Chef was not in today, meaning cold food only! C'mon, who wants cold food for Breakfast? I'm all about the egg and bacon related shenanigans.

I have to say, amongst the 5 hours of car-talk, what fascinated me was Matt Mead and his obsession for Fixies. The 4,500 dollar Fixie-esque bike that was for sale at Deus really tickled my fancy, i must admit. Classique looking bike with subtle features that make for a clean, subtle look.

It was good to catch up with the usual culprits and discuss ideas. As much as we get carried away; I do love becoming enriched in conversation which is full of great content. For example, 1992 Bathurst conversations are just simply magic. Especially when everyone else knows what is up.

Also today, in fact I must make a blogpost about this, me and a friend stripped the wiring loom from my latest car. It took time, but we came out unscathed. Now all we have to do, is plumb the standard wiring loom in, make sure everything else plugs in, and hope she's happy with the brain transplant.

I don't feel like writing today too be honest, sorry for the shit blog post.

Godspeed

Headlock

Your Halo's Slippin' Down..

Don't you just adore those albums; the ones where you become fixated on each track. The ones where this single-track obsession lasts around 2/3 weeks.

Then you move onto the next beautiful song, usually next track on the album, for one reason only. This is because you forgot to go press the backward arrow to take you back to the tune that you where oh, so fixated on.

I'm talking about the music that god would order Jesus to floss to. Maynard James Keenan related shenanigans. Elitist fucking rock-beats that eats your soul every time you listen to it, but feeds your musical ego to a point where it cannot be inflated much more.

"Thirtieth step" is one of those albums. Ever since a friend of mine introduced me to this album, I've been forever in his debt. But, the only reason I never dabbled in the Thirteenth step is because I was oh, so fixated on APC's other title, "eMOtive."

This album was brought into my life around 6 months ago. I'd probably be right in saying it was actually close to a year ago; but me and father time don't exactly get along. I always misjudge the concept incredibly.

To the point however, I decided to relax to some downward facing, backwards yet upwards Rock groove. I placed on the track, "The Outsider," and sat down in a melancholy bliss of satire lyrics, growling palm muted chorus riffs and just sheer excellence.

As I got into the perfect state of mind, I heard this song. This fucking track I've never heard, or at least acknowledged. This was probably because the highlight of this particular song comes 3 minutes into it (Not a new thing with tool), and lasts about 50 seconds.

But, as soon as those lyrics entered my life, i froze. It's like this album once again punched me in the face with its musical fist of brilliance. I've had that section on repeat for the past 2 hours and it still makes my ears prick once the first chord has been struck.

It's not even the concept and methodology behind the lyric, it's just the amount of unison-win it delivers, every single fucking time.

I really am happy when I find a track like this. That track you can obsess over, the track that makes you feel better.

The greatness I speak of starts at 3:30.



Moral of this post:

Don't let your halo slip.

Godspeed.