I have a very schizophrenic relationship with reviews.
I don't really hang much on them, and, as I've said, I am much more interested in the opinions of general audience members than anything else. I do believe there is often a disconnect between many critical responses, and the layman's. Not always, to be sure, but I do think that if people are flocking to see a show (or a movie, or read a book, or whatever) that is widely panned, the problem isn't necessarily the public's taste, or lack thereof.
But I do read reviews. I puzzle over them, consider any arguments I feel are valid, and dismiss any I find to be unfair or just obtuse. Sometimes, I am hurt by them, sometimes emboldened, and sometimes just downright confused. You can't change your choices because some critic for "poptheatreblog.com" thinks you yell too much, but you can consider choices you might make in the future.
I find that I learn things, even from the most negative reviews, if they come from a place of thoughtfulness. If the critic approaches the work with an openness. They may lose it completely as the show progresses, that is one-hundred percent fair, but you can always tell when that happens. There's a clarity in how they will describe where you lost them that you can learn much from.
You can also never forget that there are critics, and whole publications, who have determined, before they ever enter the theatre, if the show will be "good" or not. Is it the latest show from the current "hot" director? Is it a company who traditionally caters to an "older" audience? Is it a Neil Simon play? Or perhaps the latest "hot" playwright? You'll spot these right away. They're either gushing, embarrassingly gushing, or nitpicky about things that are, in the overall scheme, unimportant, or the best that can be accomplished on that production level, but easy to point out and mock.
That said...I absolutely reject the idea, that I have heard in many a dressing room, that critics are, essentially, a de facto arm of the theatre's promotional department. They do not owe you a good review "to encourage people to go to the theatre." They owe the public an honest, and, I believe, thoughtful, reaction to they show they saw, period.
Also, NEVER forget that it's just some person's opinion.
As you may have guessed, I am taking a walk back through reviews of Frankenstein, and my performance in it. I make no bones about the fact that I put a lot of myself into the show, and some people just did not "get" it. I tried to give everything I had, every show, and I paid the price, physically especially. So, I will admit, the first few reviews out of the gate were fairly critical, and they shook me.
At the end of the day, I think it was good. I needed to break myself out of cocoon of self-indulgence I feel like I'd started to build around myself and my performance. I was twisting myself in knots, because I wanted to be "good." I wanted to be impressive.
What this taught me is to relish when the critical reaction to my
work is all over the map. When some critics dismiss your work, while
others embrace it eloquently. It's a visceral reminder that not
everything is for everyone, and that trying to be that is a recipe for
luke-warm water.
Ultimately, the reviews were all over the map. I was honestly amused by the sheer variety of reactions. Some people wanted more rage (as if The Creature is some sort of 19th century version of The Hulk), while others seemed to feel I was just wandering around bellowing the whole time. Who knows? Perhaps my performance varied that much from night to night. Perhaps that's the curse of playing such an iconic role, everyone had their own creature in their mind before I ever rose from the slab.
It doesn't matter. It. Does. Not. Matter.
The simple fact is, the lions share of my notices were positive, if not outright glowing. I have nothing to complain about in the grand scheme. I certainly did not have to deal with some of the out-of-line comments that were directed at other members of our cast. Honest criticism is fair, comparing an actor to a Muppet is just being a dick for the sake of it.
All I know is this; I loved doing this show. I loved playing this role. I loved this cast and this script. I feel strong and justified in the choices I made and the performance I gave. Was this a perfect production? Probably not, because that simply does not exist. I wanted as many people to see it as possible, and I am honored by every person that did.
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Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
I Shall Seek Out The Northernmost Extremity of the Globe...
...where no light shall shine on the sight of me, and there, I shall die.
One Hundred and Six hours of rehearsal.
Twenty-Two performances
Twenty hours putting on make-up
Fifteen hours taking off make-up
Two Hundred and Twenty temporary tattoos
Ten hours of fight call
Fourty-Four Ibuprofen tablets.
One package coughdrops
Nine dead characters
One strange performance where the stage monitor apparently stared playing the soundtrack of a porn movie.
Eight actors who impressed and inspired even in my darkest moments
One Stage Manager who handled a lot, and still managed to give a beat-up creature a ride home
One Director who gave us the chance, and trusted us all the way
Thank you to the cast; Ed Krystosek, Sandy Elias, David Fink, Evan Johnson, Lindsey Falls, Jennifer T. Grubb,Catherine Gillsepie, Daniel Pass, and Eustace Allen.
Thank you to our designers; Ian Anthony, Devin Caroll, Tom Kieffer, Robert Kuper, David Yondorf, and Ray Toler
Thank you to our Stage Manager; Norine McGrath
Than you to our Director; Terry McCabe
I'll miss the show, I'll miss the people, and I'll miss The Creature, but I'm ready to be away from the make-up, and the toll the role took on me, physically.
Bless you all, and thank you all.
**ADDENDUM**
I am completely ashamed of myself that I forgot to mention our lovely playwright Bo List, who crafted a lovely adaptation of Shelly's novel. Thank you for the words, good sir.
One Hundred and Six hours of rehearsal.
Twenty-Two performances
Twenty hours putting on make-up
Fifteen hours taking off make-up
Two Hundred and Twenty temporary tattoos
Ten hours of fight call
Fourty-Four Ibuprofen tablets.
One package coughdrops
Nine dead characters
One strange performance where the stage monitor apparently stared playing the soundtrack of a porn movie.
Eight actors who impressed and inspired even in my darkest moments
One Stage Manager who handled a lot, and still managed to give a beat-up creature a ride home
One Director who gave us the chance, and trusted us all the way
Thank you to the cast; Ed Krystosek, Sandy Elias, David Fink, Evan Johnson, Lindsey Falls, Jennifer T. Grubb,Catherine Gillsepie, Daniel Pass, and Eustace Allen.
Thank you to our designers; Ian Anthony, Devin Caroll, Tom Kieffer, Robert Kuper, David Yondorf, and Ray Toler
Thank you to our Stage Manager; Norine McGrath
Than you to our Director; Terry McCabe
I'll miss the show, I'll miss the people, and I'll miss The Creature, but I'm ready to be away from the make-up, and the toll the role took on me, physically.
Bless you all, and thank you all.
**ADDENDUM**
I am completely ashamed of myself that I forgot to mention our lovely playwright Bo List, who crafted a lovely adaptation of Shelly's novel. Thank you for the words, good sir.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
This is obvious...
I need to blog more.
Argo tonight. Can't wait.
Back to Frankenstein tomorrow. Can't wait for that, either. I love doing this show, no matter how much it hurts.
Argo tonight. Can't wait.
Back to Frankenstein tomorrow. Can't wait for that, either. I love doing this show, no matter how much it hurts.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Damn, Time Flies
I've been letting the blog down. I know this. I should write more, but, the simple fact is, I've been so wiped out with getting Frankenstein on it's feet, I didn't have much energy to blog. It's kinda ridiculous. I keep thinking there's going to be some glorious, golden moment in a few weeks when I'll have some free time to read, or work on music. Some time when I won't feel the pressure of my commitments.
Not bloody likely.
I'm into a Meisner scene study class now, and I was ecstatic to find out I'd be working on David Mamet's Speed the Plow. Anyone who knows me knows I love Mamet, and what you may not know is that, aside from a directing assignment where I put up a one act cutting of American Buffalo (a REALLY stupid decision on my part - never try to direct a play you really just want to be in), I have NEVER worked on a Mamet play.
But Goddamn, it's a lot of words.
On top of that, Pygmalion is on the horizon and moving in fast. Had a meeting with our dialect coach last night, and I have to start on lines for that, as well as getting the cockney in my head. I'm feeling very wary of this project. I'm not overly sure why. It's a great part, funny and lovely dialogue.
But Goddamn, it's a lot of words.
I also am feeling very, very much like I want to get back to working on my recording projects. It's been so long since I've felt like I could work on them, I may be at a point where I need to "burn the ships" again. I have one solid track done, I think (two different versions, even), and a lot of great songs starting to gel. I just find that, often, when I lose my track on where I am, and what my thought process was, it's best to chuck it all and start over.
That's why I have a home studio, isn't it? Don't cost nothin'.
Not bloody likely.
I'm into a Meisner scene study class now, and I was ecstatic to find out I'd be working on David Mamet's Speed the Plow. Anyone who knows me knows I love Mamet, and what you may not know is that, aside from a directing assignment where I put up a one act cutting of American Buffalo (a REALLY stupid decision on my part - never try to direct a play you really just want to be in), I have NEVER worked on a Mamet play.
But Goddamn, it's a lot of words.
On top of that, Pygmalion is on the horizon and moving in fast. Had a meeting with our dialect coach last night, and I have to start on lines for that, as well as getting the cockney in my head. I'm feeling very wary of this project. I'm not overly sure why. It's a great part, funny and lovely dialogue.
But Goddamn, it's a lot of words.
I also am feeling very, very much like I want to get back to working on my recording projects. It's been so long since I've felt like I could work on them, I may be at a point where I need to "burn the ships" again. I have one solid track done, I think (two different versions, even), and a lot of great songs starting to gel. I just find that, often, when I lose my track on where I am, and what my thought process was, it's best to chuck it all and start over.
That's why I have a home studio, isn't it? Don't cost nothin'.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
The Reason We Should Be Doing Theatre.
Frankenstein has been a labor of love for me. It's a show I've thrown myself into with every bit of energy I could, it's a character I felt a deep connection to, and wanted to do justice to. I've paid for it in wear and tear on my vocal chords, and and near-constant aches and pains. It is, with no close competition, the most difficult show I have ever been involved with.
How can I tell? I've never had to take painkillers after a show before, and I hope to never have to again. My body aches, every inch of it. I feel like my arms might snap off. My head pounds with tension and strain. The act of taking off the make-up and costume is like a feat of endurance after the show.
I'll be honest and say that I've had moments where I wondered if it was worth it. Where I found myself fretting over what the reviews might say, how my peers might react to the show. Anger and resentment over not feeling I was being given the time and space I needed for my preparation. I was, and am, giving everything I can and, somewhere in the dark parts of my mind, I wanted to be hailed for it.
What a stupid, stupid way to think. What a useless mindset.
Not only that, but how hypocritical for me, the guy who constantly rails against creating theatre for other theatre people. The incestuous, deadly loop of diminishing returns and irrelevance.
As usual, some higher power always gives us the reminders we need. After our matinee on Sunday, I took my usual forty-five minutes, or so, to get out of costume and make-up, and headed down to the street. Two women were waiting near the doors of the church, and began to talk to me about how they had been in tears over the show. One of them had recently read Mary Shelly's novel, and was moved by my portrayal of the Creature. They just gushed over the show.
I was even friended on Facebook, and saw that similar comments were shared with her friends.
And it made me feel very small a petty.
Those ladies, THEY are our audience, and no matter how I may feel about "mistakes" I have made on stage, or what Mr. Cranky Critic, or whoever, may write about it. Those ladies took money out of their wallet and put it down so they could see a show, and they left moved and fulfilled. Not only that, but they made the effort to tell other people how much they loved it. How much sweeter that victory is, and how much more we should embrace and seek that feedback.
Thank you ladies.
As for my moaning and groaning about how much it hurts, I can only turn to the Boss, who (paraphrasing liberally here) said a performance should be work, and that if he isn't tired, sore and spent when he leaves the stage, it's wrong. An artist should work as hard as a factory worker. If you don't, have you really given all of yourself?
Frankenstein opens for the press tonight, and I am extremely proud of this show, it's cast and it's crew. I am honored to be playing this role, and I will give everything I can to each and every performance. Tickets available here.
How can I tell? I've never had to take painkillers after a show before, and I hope to never have to again. My body aches, every inch of it. I feel like my arms might snap off. My head pounds with tension and strain. The act of taking off the make-up and costume is like a feat of endurance after the show.
I'll be honest and say that I've had moments where I wondered if it was worth it. Where I found myself fretting over what the reviews might say, how my peers might react to the show. Anger and resentment over not feeling I was being given the time and space I needed for my preparation. I was, and am, giving everything I can and, somewhere in the dark parts of my mind, I wanted to be hailed for it.
What a stupid, stupid way to think. What a useless mindset.
Not only that, but how hypocritical for me, the guy who constantly rails against creating theatre for other theatre people. The incestuous, deadly loop of diminishing returns and irrelevance.
I was even friended on Facebook, and saw that similar comments were shared with her friends.
And it made me feel very small a petty.
Those ladies, THEY are our audience, and no matter how I may feel about "mistakes" I have made on stage, or what Mr. Cranky Critic, or whoever, may write about it. Those ladies took money out of their wallet and put it down so they could see a show, and they left moved and fulfilled. Not only that, but they made the effort to tell other people how much they loved it. How much sweeter that victory is, and how much more we should embrace and seek that feedback.
Thank you ladies.
As for my moaning and groaning about how much it hurts, I can only turn to the Boss, who (paraphrasing liberally here) said a performance should be work, and that if he isn't tired, sore and spent when he leaves the stage, it's wrong. An artist should work as hard as a factory worker. If you don't, have you really given all of yourself?
Frankenstein opens for the press tonight, and I am extremely proud of this show, it's cast and it's crew. I am honored to be playing this role, and I will give everything I can to each and every performance. Tickets available here.
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Sixteen
Oh, how cliche this one is...but I felt appropriate for Opening night.
Iron Man
by Black Sabbath
I am Iron Man!
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
When he travelled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Now the time is here
For Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again!
The Final Playlist:
Are our Debts settled? Are our wrongs righted?
Iron Man
by Black Sabbath
I am Iron Man!
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head
We'll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
When he travelled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Now the time is here
For Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again!
The Final Playlist:
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
- 9- No Quarter by Led Zeppelin
- 10- The Flame by Cheap Trick
- 11- Devils and Dust by Bruce Springsteen
- 12- Dead and Bloated by Stone Temple Pilots
- 13- I Don't Believe in Love by Queensryche
- 14- She Talks to Angels by The Black Crowes
- 15- Adam Raised a Cain by Bruce Springsteen
- 16- Iron Man by Black Sabbath
Monday, October 1, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Fifteen
Two for today - and i LOVE how well this one fits - last one tomorrow...
The Playlist So Far:
Adam Raised a Cain
by Bruce Springsteen
The Playlist So Far:
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
- 9- No Quarter by Led Zeppelin
- 10- The Flame by Cheap Trick
- 11- Devils and Dust by Bruce Springsteen
- 12- Dead and Bloated by Stone Temple Pilots
- 13- I Don't Believe in Love by Queensryche
- 14- She Talks to Angels by The Black Crowes
He - Frankenstein - Is Adam. He climbed to the highest branch of the forbidden tree, and ate from it's most treacherous fruit.
Adam Raised a Cain
by Bruce Springsteen
In the summer that I was baptized my father held me to his side
As they put me to the water he said how on that day I cried
We were prisoners of love a love in chains
He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain
With the same hot blood burning in our veins
Adam raised a Cain
All of the old faces ask you why you're back
They fit you with position and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac
In the darkness of your room your mother calls you by your true name
You remember the faces the places the names
You know it's never over it's relentless as the rain
Adam raised a Cain
In the Bible Cain slew Abel and East of Eden he was cast
You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past
Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain
Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame
You inherit the sins you inherit the flames
Adam raised a Cain
Lost but not forgotten from the dark heart of a dream
Adam raised a Cain
As they put me to the water he said how on that day I cried
We were prisoners of love a love in chains
He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain
With the same hot blood burning in our veins
Adam raised a Cain
All of the old faces ask you why you're back
They fit you with position and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac
In the darkness of your room your mother calls you by your true name
You remember the faces the places the names
You know it's never over it's relentless as the rain
Adam raised a Cain
In the Bible Cain slew Abel and East of Eden he was cast
You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past
Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain
Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame
You inherit the sins you inherit the flames
Adam raised a Cain
Lost but not forgotten from the dark heart of a dream
Adam raised a Cain
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Fourteen
The Playlist So Far:
She Talks to Angels
by The Black Crowes
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah she gives a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright
Chorus:
Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes the hair is from a little boy
And the cross from someone she has not met
Not yet
Chorus 2:
Says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She don't know no lover
None that I ever seen
And to her that ain't nothing
But to me it means, means everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah there's a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright
Alright yeah
She talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, oh, oh angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out,
Yeah, yeah call her out
Don't you know that they call her out
By her name
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
- 9- No Quarter by Led Zeppelin
- 10- The Flame by Cheap Trick
- 11- Devils and Dust by Bruce Springstee
- 12- Dead and Bloated by Stone Temple Pilots
- 13- I Don't Believe in Love by Queensryche
So Perfect. Such Beauty. Such Innocence.
She Talks to Angels
by The Black Crowes
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah she gives a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright
Chorus:
Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes the hair is from a little boy
And the cross from someone she has not met
Not yet
Chorus 2:
Says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She don't know no lover
None that I ever seen
And to her that ain't nothing
But to me it means, means everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah there's a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright
Alright yeah
She talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, oh, oh angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out,
Yeah, yeah call her out
Don't you know that they call her out
By her name
Friday, September 28, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Thirteen
Well, previews start tonight, so we shall see what kind of audience response we'll get. Personally, I consider previews open dress rehearsals. Lots of work left to do.
The Playlist, however, will continue to opening.
The Playlist So Far:
I awoke on impact
Under surveillance from the camera eye
Searching high and low
The criminal mind found at the scene of the crime
Handcuffed and blind, I didn't do it
She said she loved me
I guess I never knew
But do we ever, ever really know?
She said she'd meet me on the other side
But I knew right then, I'd never find her
I don't believe in love
I never have, I never will
I don't believe in love
Its never worth the pain that you feel
No more nightmares, Ive seen them all
From the day I was born, they've haunted my every move
Every open hands there to push and shove
No time for love it doesnt't't matter
She made a difference
I guess she had a way
Of making every night seem bright as day
Now I walk in shadows, never see the light
She must have lied cause she never said goodbye
I don't believe in love
I never have, I never will
I don't believe in love
Ill just pretend she never was real
I don't believe in lovev I need to forget her face, I see it still
I don't believe in love
Its never worth the pain that you feel
No chance for contact
There's no raison detre
My only hope is one day I'll forget
The pain of knowing what can never be
With or without love it's all the same to me
I don't believe in love
I never have, I never will
I don't believe in love
Ill just pretend she never was real
I don't believe in love
I need to forget her face, I see it still
I don't believe in love
Its never worth the pain that you feel
The Playlist, however, will continue to opening.
The Playlist So Far:
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
- 9- No Quarter by Led Zeppelin
- 10- The Flame by Cheap Trick
- 11- Devils and Dust by Bruce Springstee
- 12- Dead and Bloated by Stone Temple Pilots
"Yes...A kind old man taught me speech and to read.
He was blind...but saw goodness in me.
And when he died, none could see it."
I Don't Believe in Love
by Queensryche
Under surveillance from the camera eye
Searching high and low
The criminal mind found at the scene of the crime
Handcuffed and blind, I didn't do it
She said she loved me
I guess I never knew
But do we ever, ever really know?
She said she'd meet me on the other side
But I knew right then, I'd never find her
I don't believe in love
I never have, I never will
I don't believe in love
Its never worth the pain that you feel
No more nightmares, Ive seen them all
From the day I was born, they've haunted my every move
Every open hands there to push and shove
No time for love it doesnt't't matter
She made a difference
I guess she had a way
Of making every night seem bright as day
Now I walk in shadows, never see the light
She must have lied cause she never said goodbye
I don't believe in love
I never have, I never will
I don't believe in love
Ill just pretend she never was real
I don't believe in lovev I need to forget her face, I see it still
I don't believe in love
Its never worth the pain that you feel
No chance for contact
There's no raison detre
My only hope is one day I'll forget
The pain of knowing what can never be
With or without love it's all the same to me
I don't believe in love
I never have, I never will
I don't believe in love
Ill just pretend she never was real
I don't believe in love
I need to forget her face, I see it still
I don't believe in love
Its never worth the pain that you feel
Thursday, September 27, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Twelve
The Playlist So Far:
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me, somebody gave me,
somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
- 9- No Quarter by Led Zeppelin
- 10- The Flame by Cheap Trick
- 11- Devils and Dust by Bruce Springsteen
"O Teacher, some great mischief hath befallen to that meek man, who well had sacrificed; is piety thus and pure devotion paid?....Pandemonium"
Dead and Bloated
by Stone Temple Pilots
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me, somebody gave me,
somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist : Track Eleven
The Playlist So Far:
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
- 9- No Quarter by Led Zeppelin
- 10- The Flame by Cheap Trick
"I am not Adam. I am Satan,
who was cast out of heaven for being monstrous."
Devils and Dust
by Bruce Springsteen
I got my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home's a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust
I got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust
Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And the smell began to rise
We've got God on our side
We're just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust
Well I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
But I don't know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home's a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust
I got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust
Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And the smell began to rise
We've got God on our side
We're just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust
Well I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Monday, September 24, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Ten
Sorry for the delay - busy, busy, busy...
The Playlist So Far:
Another night slowly closes in,
And I feel so lonely.
Touching heat freezing on my skin,
I pretend you still hold me.
I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep.
I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you.
I can't believe you're gone.
You were the first, you'll be the last.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Whenever you need someone
To lay your heart and head upon.
Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,
I will be the flame.
I will be the flame.
Watching shadows move across the wall,
I feel so frightened.
I wanna run to you, I wanna call,
But I've been hit by lightening.
Just can't stand up for fallin' apart.
Can't see through this veil across my heart, over you.
You'll always be the one.
You were the first, you'll be the last.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Whenever you need someone
To lay your heart and head upon.
Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,
I will be the flame.
I will be the flame.
I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep.
I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you.
You'll always be the one.
You were the first, you'll be the last.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Whenever you need someone
To lay your heart and head upon.
Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,
I will be the flame.
I will be the flame.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
And whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
The Playlist So Far:
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
- 9- No Quarter by Led Zeppelin
"The gratification is small,
no fair exchange for the unhappiness I have borne,
but it shall content me."
The Flame
by Cheap Trick
Another night slowly closes in,
And I feel so lonely.
Touching heat freezing on my skin,
I pretend you still hold me.
I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep.
I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you.
I can't believe you're gone.
You were the first, you'll be the last.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Whenever you need someone
To lay your heart and head upon.
Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,
I will be the flame.
I will be the flame.
Watching shadows move across the wall,
I feel so frightened.
I wanna run to you, I wanna call,
But I've been hit by lightening.
Just can't stand up for fallin' apart.
Can't see through this veil across my heart, over you.
You'll always be the one.
You were the first, you'll be the last.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Whenever you need someone
To lay your heart and head upon.
Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,
I will be the flame.
I will be the flame.
I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep.
I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you.
You'll always be the one.
You were the first, you'll be the last.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Whenever you need someone
To lay your heart and head upon.
Remember: after the fire, after all the rain,
I will be the flame.
I will be the flame.
Whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Wherever you go, I'll be with you.
And whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist; Track Nine
The Playlist So Far:
No Quarter
by Led Zeppelin
Close the door, put out the light.
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know?
The winds of Thor are blowing cold.
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through.
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter.
Walking side by side with death, The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow, The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through, To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
The dogs of doom are howling more!
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
- 8- Black the Sky by King's X
"He made me friendless, loveless, an orphan, an outcast. And so I take away his friends, his love. I will take you."
No Quarter
by Led Zeppelin
Close the door, put out the light.
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know?
The winds of Thor are blowing cold.
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through.
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter.
Walking side by side with death, The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow, The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through, To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
The dogs of doom are howling more!
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Eight
The Playlist So Far:
"I have not known a happy day in my life. And you wish to know happiness for the rest of yours."
Black the Sky
by King's X
Okay so it can't be right
I cry and try and think and fight
Okay so I need some help
But they can't fix the way I feel
Just one day, just one second
Maybe just a minute feel no pain
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Okay so I don't think like
You do it's not my fault
Okay I still try to find
That fitting missing part
Just one day, just one second
Maybe just a minute feel no pain
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Something keeps me hanging round
I guess my mother made me strong
Crawling through this jungle from
This puzzle I come from
Just one day, just one second
Maybe just a minute feel no pain
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
- 7- Witch Hunt by Rush
"I have not known a happy day in my life. And you wish to know happiness for the rest of yours."
Black the Sky
by King's X
Okay so it can't be right
I cry and try and think and fight
Okay so I need some help
But they can't fix the way I feel
Just one day, just one second
Maybe just a minute feel no pain
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Okay so I don't think like
You do it's not my fault
Okay I still try to find
That fitting missing part
Just one day, just one second
Maybe just a minute feel no pain
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Something keeps me hanging round
I guess my mother made me strong
Crawling through this jungle from
This puzzle I come from
Just one day, just one second
Maybe just a minute feel no pain
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Oh, I walk the line
Black the sky
(Black the sky)
Monday, September 17, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Seven
The Playlist So Far:
Witch Hunt
by Rush
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
- 6- Ride the Lightning by Metallica
Witch Hunt
by Rush
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...
Friday, September 14, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Six
The Playlist So Far:
Yes, the creature suffers under injustice. He is betrayed and rejected, thrown out into the world with hardly a second thought. From that point onward, he is struggling to find where he belongs, and finally comes to the point where he must make a place to belong. For such a old story, there's a remarkable sense of self-determination over fate. The events of the story do not just happen.
Victor sets into motion the events which define his fate, and the creature moves to determine his own. To thwart the injustices that have been thrust upon him. It's these elements that make Frankenstein, in many the most human of the classic horror stories. It truly is about two beings, two men, attempting to re-shape their worlds. To overthrow the miseries that life has imposed.
The key is, one of them reached too far.
Ride the Lightning
by Metallica
Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain't right
There's someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say?,
I'll take your life from you
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginning of the end
Sweat, chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What am I doing here?
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
Someone help me
Oh please, God help me
They're trying to take it all away
I don't want to die
(SOLO)
Someone help me
Oh please, God help me
They are trying to take it all away
I don`t want to die
Time moving slow
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
Im through with this
Just get it over with
If this is true, just let it be
Wakened by a horrid scream
Freed from this frightening dream
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
- 5- Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash
Yes, the creature suffers under injustice. He is betrayed and rejected, thrown out into the world with hardly a second thought. From that point onward, he is struggling to find where he belongs, and finally comes to the point where he must make a place to belong. For such a old story, there's a remarkable sense of self-determination over fate. The events of the story do not just happen.
Victor sets into motion the events which define his fate, and the creature moves to determine his own. To thwart the injustices that have been thrust upon him. It's these elements that make Frankenstein, in many the most human of the classic horror stories. It truly is about two beings, two men, attempting to re-shape their worlds. To overthrow the miseries that life has imposed.
The key is, one of them reached too far.
Ride the Lightning
by Metallica
Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain't right
There's someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say?,
I'll take your life from you
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginning of the end
Sweat, chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What am I doing here?
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
Someone help me
Oh please, God help me
They're trying to take it all away
I don't want to die
(SOLO)
Someone help me
Oh please, God help me
They are trying to take it all away
I don`t want to die
Time moving slow
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
Im through with this
Just get it over with
If this is true, just let it be
Wakened by a horrid scream
Freed from this frightening dream
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Five
The Playlist So Far:
Pain is a constant for the Creature. Physical, from the instant of his "birth." Emotional from the first rejection by his father. In many ways, I find myself thinking that the story is truly about the ways in which pain cannot be endured forever. We may put it off, we may reject it, but it's still there...waiting for our moments of weakness. The moments when it can overwhelm us, and the rational, the moral, becomes something malleable.
It's then when we become our most dangerous. When we sense that we've been pushed to the point where there is nothing but pain left to us. That is when the beast inside is strongest, and it's most deadly. Our focus becomes tight on that which has brought us to this point, and we decide to either succumb to it, or destroy it.
Rusty Cage
by Johnny Cash
You wired me awake
And hit me with a hand of broken nails
You tied my lead and pulled my chain
To watch my blood begin to boil
But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Yeah I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Too cold to start a fire
I'm burning diesel burning dinosaur bones
I'll take the river down to still water
And ride a pack of dogs
But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Yeah I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Hits like a Phillips head
Into my brain
It's gonna be too dark
To sleep again
Cutting my teeth on bars and rusty chains
I'm gonna break my Rusty cage and run
When the forest burns
Along the road
Like God's eyes
In my headlights
When the dogs are looking
For their bones
And it's raining icepicks
On your steel shore
But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Yeah I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
- 4- The Apparition by Iron Maiden
Pain is a constant for the Creature. Physical, from the instant of his "birth." Emotional from the first rejection by his father. In many ways, I find myself thinking that the story is truly about the ways in which pain cannot be endured forever. We may put it off, we may reject it, but it's still there...waiting for our moments of weakness. The moments when it can overwhelm us, and the rational, the moral, becomes something malleable.
It's then when we become our most dangerous. When we sense that we've been pushed to the point where there is nothing but pain left to us. That is when the beast inside is strongest, and it's most deadly. Our focus becomes tight on that which has brought us to this point, and we decide to either succumb to it, or destroy it.
Rusty Cage
by Johnny Cash
You wired me awake
And hit me with a hand of broken nails
You tied my lead and pulled my chain
To watch my blood begin to boil
But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Yeah I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Too cold to start a fire
I'm burning diesel burning dinosaur bones
I'll take the river down to still water
And ride a pack of dogs
But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Yeah I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Hits like a Phillips head
Into my brain
It's gonna be too dark
To sleep again
Cutting my teeth on bars and rusty chains
I'm gonna break my Rusty cage and run
When the forest burns
Along the road
Like God's eyes
In my headlights
When the dogs are looking
For their bones
And it's raining icepicks
On your steel shore
But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Yeah I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Four
The Playlist So Far:
The tracks so far have tended to the melancholy, for certain, but it's also important to embrace the rage and brutality of the creature. There is anger, there is hurt, there is betrayal, and there is pain. There is also power, pure inhuman power, and that has to be manifest in the Creature's physicality.
I, alas, am only human, and that leaves me with the challenge of how to convey something more powerful than I could ever be. Not just in moments of violence, but also in common movements. Today's track, when it sank in, gave me a bit of the Creature's gait and walk. It's pounding and powerful, but also somewhat lurching, without the sense of...lack of forward momentum.
I'm honestly not sure how successful I have been. Truly, it's the kind of thing that you can only measure once a true audience sees what you've been working on.
The Apparition
by Iron Maiden
I'm here can you see me
'Cos I'm out on my own
When the room goes cold tell me
you can feel me
..........'cos I'm here
Here I am, can't you see me
Passing through, on my way
To a place I'd been to only in my
dreams... before
In a world of delusion
Never turn your back on a friend
'Cos you can count your
real true friends on one hand
..........through life
There are those that deceive you
There are those that'll let you down
Is there someone out there that would
die for you
..........thought not
Live your life with a passion
Everything you do, do well
You only get out of life what you put in
..........so they say
In a world of confusion
People never say what they mean
If you want a straight answer
go look for one
..........right now
In a room full of strangers
Do you stand with your back to the wall
Do you sometimes feel like you're
on the outside
..........looking in?
You can make your own luck
You create your destiny
I believe you have the power
if you want to
..........it's true
You can do what you want to
If you try a little bit harder
A little bit of faith goes a long way
..........it does
Are we here for a reason?
I'd like to know just what you think
It would be nice to know what
happens when we die
..........wouldn't it?
There are some who are wise
There are some who are born naive
I believe that there are some that must
have lived before
..........don't you?
As for me, well I'm thinking
You gotta keep an open mind
But I hope that my life's not an
open and shut case
Extrasensory Perception
Life after death, telepathy
Can the soul live on and travel through
space and time?
You know I feel so elated
'Cos I'm about to find it out
And when I know all the answers
Maybe then I'll come back
..........to fill you in
You don't be alarmed now
If I try to contact you
If things go missing or get moved around
...it's me
And don't disbelieve it
No matter what your "friends"
might say
We'll meet up again someplace
some way
..........one day
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
- 3- Cold Water by Tom Waits
I, alas, am only human, and that leaves me with the challenge of how to convey something more powerful than I could ever be. Not just in moments of violence, but also in common movements. Today's track, when it sank in, gave me a bit of the Creature's gait and walk. It's pounding and powerful, but also somewhat lurching, without the sense of...lack of forward momentum.
I'm honestly not sure how successful I have been. Truly, it's the kind of thing that you can only measure once a true audience sees what you've been working on.
The Apparition
by Iron Maiden
I'm here can you see me
'Cos I'm out on my own
When the room goes cold tell me
you can feel me
..........'cos I'm here
Here I am, can't you see me
Passing through, on my way
To a place I'd been to only in my
dreams... before
In a world of delusion
Never turn your back on a friend
'Cos you can count your
real true friends on one hand
..........through life
There are those that deceive you
There are those that'll let you down
Is there someone out there that would
die for you
..........thought not
Live your life with a passion
Everything you do, do well
You only get out of life what you put in
..........so they say
In a world of confusion
People never say what they mean
If you want a straight answer
go look for one
..........right now
In a room full of strangers
Do you stand with your back to the wall
Do you sometimes feel like you're
on the outside
..........looking in?
You can make your own luck
You create your destiny
I believe you have the power
if you want to
..........it's true
You can do what you want to
If you try a little bit harder
A little bit of faith goes a long way
..........it does
Are we here for a reason?
I'd like to know just what you think
It would be nice to know what
happens when we die
..........wouldn't it?
There are some who are wise
There are some who are born naive
I believe that there are some that must
have lived before
..........don't you?
As for me, well I'm thinking
You gotta keep an open mind
But I hope that my life's not an
open and shut case
Extrasensory Perception
Life after death, telepathy
Can the soul live on and travel through
space and time?
You know I feel so elated
'Cos I'm about to find it out
And when I know all the answers
Maybe then I'll come back
..........to fill you in
You don't be alarmed now
If I try to contact you
If things go missing or get moved around
...it's me
And don't disbelieve it
No matter what your "friends"
might say
We'll meet up again someplace
some way
..........one day
Monday, September 10, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Three
The Playlist So Far:
I didn't know how to do this playlist without one (or more) Tom Waits tracks. In some sense, it really is all about his voice, which is so unique and evocative. It sounds like a voice that should be associated with Frankenstein. When you add to this his evocative lyrics about...here we go again...alienation and loneliness, it's pretty much a no-brainer.
I personally love his early work better than the era represented here, but, that said, the style on his most recent albums is so evocative in the sense of pure creepiness. The industrial sounds, the vocal effects, all create and dark and eerie world. The sort of place you might expect a still-living Creature to walk up to Tom in a dark alley. They'd probably become fast friends and have a few shots together.
On top of all that, lyrically, this song touches on a lot of elements that connect, if not wholly literally. I'm particularly enamored with the verse about sleeping in the graveyard. It combines to something quite lovely and evocative emotionally, which is more what I'm looking for from the songs I'm finding.
I don't intend this to just be a collection of dirges, but that's where we started....It will pick up.
Cold Water
by Tom Waits
Well I woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold water
Woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold
Police at the station
and the don´t look friendly
Well they don´t look friendly
Well they don´t look friendly
Police at the station
and the don´t look friendly
They don´t look friendly well
they don´t
Blind or crippled
Sharp or dull
I´m reading the bible
by a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom
Dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby
with the snakes and the bugs
Well the stores are open
but I ain´t got no money
I ain´t got no money
Stores are open but I
ain´t got no money
ain´t got no money
Well I ain´t
Found an old dog a
and he seems to like me
seems to like me
Well he seems to like me
Found an old dog and he
seems to like me
seems to like me
well he seems
See them fellows
with the card board signs
scrapin up a little Money
to buy a bottle of wine
Pregnat women and
the Vietnam vets I say
beggin on the freeway
Bout as hard as it gets
Well I slet in the graveyard
it was cool and still
cool and still
it was cool and still
Slept in the graveyard
it was cool and still
cool and still and it
was cool
Slept all night in the Cadar grove
I was born to ramble
born rove
Some men are searchin for
the holy grail
but there ain´t nothin sweeter
than ridin the rails
(Solo)
I look 47 but I´m 24
Well they shooed me away
from here the time before
Turned there their backs
and they locked their doors
I´m watchin T.V. in
the window of a furniture store
Well I woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold water
Woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
- 2- My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen
I didn't know how to do this playlist without one (or more) Tom Waits tracks. In some sense, it really is all about his voice, which is so unique and evocative. It sounds like a voice that should be associated with Frankenstein. When you add to this his evocative lyrics about...here we go again...alienation and loneliness, it's pretty much a no-brainer.
I personally love his early work better than the era represented here, but, that said, the style on his most recent albums is so evocative in the sense of pure creepiness. The industrial sounds, the vocal effects, all create and dark and eerie world. The sort of place you might expect a still-living Creature to walk up to Tom in a dark alley. They'd probably become fast friends and have a few shots together.
On top of all that, lyrically, this song touches on a lot of elements that connect, if not wholly literally. I'm particularly enamored with the verse about sleeping in the graveyard. It combines to something quite lovely and evocative emotionally, which is more what I'm looking for from the songs I'm finding.
I don't intend this to just be a collection of dirges, but that's where we started....It will pick up.
Cold Water
by Tom Waits
Well I woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold water
Woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold
Police at the station
and the don´t look friendly
Well they don´t look friendly
Well they don´t look friendly
Police at the station
and the don´t look friendly
They don´t look friendly well
they don´t
Blind or crippled
Sharp or dull
I´m reading the bible
by a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom
Dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby
with the snakes and the bugs
Well the stores are open
but I ain´t got no money
I ain´t got no money
Stores are open but I
ain´t got no money
ain´t got no money
Well I ain´t
Found an old dog a
and he seems to like me
seems to like me
Well he seems to like me
Found an old dog and he
seems to like me
seems to like me
well he seems
See them fellows
with the card board signs
scrapin up a little Money
to buy a bottle of wine
Pregnat women and
the Vietnam vets I say
beggin on the freeway
Bout as hard as it gets
Well I slet in the graveyard
it was cool and still
cool and still
it was cool and still
Slept in the graveyard
it was cool and still
cool and still and it
was cool
Slept all night in the Cadar grove
I was born to ramble
born rove
Some men are searchin for
the holy grail
but there ain´t nothin sweeter
than ridin the rails
(Solo)
I look 47 but I´m 24
Well they shooed me away
from here the time before
Turned there their backs
and they locked their doors
I´m watchin T.V. in
the window of a furniture store
Well I woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold water
Woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold
Friday, September 7, 2012
The Frankenstein Playlist: Track Two
The Playlist So Far:
Our second track continues the theme of alienation in yesterday's selection, but adds a heaping helping of Oedipal guilt and anger. There's one particular scene where I often think of this track
In many ways, the entire story of Frankenstein is about a child seeking acceptance from his father. I find this particular track to be deeply, deeply in touch with those feelings. Wanting to be close with a parent, yet with sometimes years of misunderstanding and rejection between you. Sometimes outright hatred, but even under that, even at one's most anguished and enraged, there is the deep need to be part of a family. To be loved, despite your failings and weaknesses.
The Creature, as always, is seeking that grace. The tragic element is that he has not the experience or maturity to deal with not getting it. When he is left out in the cold world alone, with no one to turn to for comfort...he can only imagine lashing out.
My Father's House
by Bruce Springsteen
Last night I dreamed that I was a child
Out where the pines grow wild and tall
I was trying to make it home through the forest
Before the darkness falls
I heard the wind rustling through the trees
And ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
With the devil snappin' at my heels
I broke through the trees, and there in the night
My father's house stood shining hard and bright
The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
But I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms
I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart
Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts
I got dressed, and to that house I did ride
From out on the road, I could see its windows shining in light
I walked up the steps and stood on the porch
A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
I told her my story, and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling, so cold and alone
Shining `cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned
- 1- The Creature Lives by Mastodon
Our second track continues the theme of alienation in yesterday's selection, but adds a heaping helping of Oedipal guilt and anger. There's one particular scene where I often think of this track
In many ways, the entire story of Frankenstein is about a child seeking acceptance from his father. I find this particular track to be deeply, deeply in touch with those feelings. Wanting to be close with a parent, yet with sometimes years of misunderstanding and rejection between you. Sometimes outright hatred, but even under that, even at one's most anguished and enraged, there is the deep need to be part of a family. To be loved, despite your failings and weaknesses.
The Creature, as always, is seeking that grace. The tragic element is that he has not the experience or maturity to deal with not getting it. When he is left out in the cold world alone, with no one to turn to for comfort...he can only imagine lashing out.
My Father's House
by Bruce Springsteen
Last night I dreamed that I was a child
Out where the pines grow wild and tall
I was trying to make it home through the forest
Before the darkness falls
I heard the wind rustling through the trees
And ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
With the devil snappin' at my heels
I broke through the trees, and there in the night
My father's house stood shining hard and bright
The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
But I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms
I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart
Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts
I got dressed, and to that house I did ride
From out on the road, I could see its windows shining in light
I walked up the steps and stood on the porch
A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
I told her my story, and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling, so cold and alone
Shining `cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned
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