The Voice in My Head

New Music

Spoon – Kill the Moonlight – I really like this one.  Another hat-tip is owed to E-6’s random 10 lists for pointing me in this direction.  It’s got a little more pop feel than a lot of the stuff I usually listen to, but there’s enough rock in there to catch my ear.  Favorite tracks are numerous, but they include ‘The Way We Get By’, ‘Stay, Don’t Go’, and ‘All the Pretty Girls Go To the City’.

Random 10 songs:

  • Blue Day – Heartless Bastards – All This Time
  • All Apologies – Nirvana – Unplugged in New York
  • 90 Hour Sleep – Dredg – Live at the Fillmore
  • Been a Son – Nirvana – From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah
  • Stoner Hate – Scars on Broadway – (self-titled)
  • Hole in the Earth – Deftones – Saturday Night Wrist
  • Violent Pornography – System of a Down – Mesmerize
  • Genocide – The Offspring – Smash
  • Israel’s Son – Silverchair – Frogstomp
  • Nutshell – Alice in Chains – Jar of Flies

Random Ten Story

It was 6 A.M. and already the voice in my head had started in:

“Good morning, we don’t have much going on today, looks like it’ll be a clear blue day for you.”

I growled a response “I don’t believe you at all, apologies if that offends, but there it is.”  I tried to flex what was left of my right hand, remembering the last time I was promised a clear day –

It was on the last 4 hours of a 90 hour sleep-free shift, and I was wondering why I couldn’t just go home if everything was under control the way they said it was.   I was getting paid double because I was covering for the other guy, Israel, who had taken off  to try to find his runaway kid and convince him to come home.  If there had been a son like his in my family, I wouldn’t have wasted the effort, that kid was downright committed to causing trouble.  I was thinking about that kid, his drugs, and his stoner hate for his old man and I decided I wouldn’t trade places with that poor dad if someone paid me.

Next thing I knew I was lying with my entire right side on fire next to an enormous hole in the earth.  The pipe bomb had gone off exactly as I turned the corner.  I lay there, trying to extinguish myself without moving (it hurt every time I moved).  The TV crews got there at the same time as the firemen, and started filming their violent pornography that would air right after whatever daily genocide led the news that night.  Israel’s son told me later that broadcast, watching the man he thought was his dad burn and scream, was what scared him straight.  Of course, it turned out it wasn’t his father, it was me – trading places with him because someone payed me.  My life in a nutshell.