Friends-Only Post No. 10: Skyward in Triumph
Added 2016-08-02 04:51:35 +0000 UTCWHAT HAPPENED LAST WEEK ETC.
By the time you get around to reading this, it is likely that our third Friends-Only Episode will be live and uncut and enjoyable by your ears! Want to check it out? Just jaunt on over to our Patreon (or our special
on the site) and log on in!
We also recorded our next regular episode today, and it was On Fire. We had
on again, from fellow-traveller podcast
, and we went exceedingly long, and we are proud as pants of it. More about that next week, never fear.
WHAT THE HECK?
So what was this friends-only excursion about, anyway? Well, MegaForce is a movie, of sorts, that Collision has been enthusiastic about for a very long time. If you want to check out some of his previous treatments of this one, you can do so at
, where he and his super tight bro from way back when go extra deep on the topic. More importantly, it's the kind of movie that gets a kind of cover like the one above, which is maybe even more ridiculous than the cover discussed (briefly) in the episode.
And Collision is the kind of friend who, when watching it, will take pictures of the screen and text you nonsense like the one attached.
(Collision is a LOT of fun. Everybody likes him. J. and Lemon have almost certainly not blocked his number for being a logorrheac nincompoop.)
Related to a movie almost entirely about grabbing some dirtbikes and going tearassing around the desert is this insane song of Collision's youth, about grabbing some BMX bikes and talking shit the only way a bass/drum noise-rock outfit knows how: with imbecilic pseudo-funk and the world's most inept semi-rapping.
[from]
SKYWARD IN TRIUMPH (godHeadSILO)
you can't stop us cuz we got no brakes
Dew Mountain empties
pop a wheelie in your face
peeling out banana bike, your training wheels wrapped around me tight
...our engines run silent
our engines run silent
I been jumping curbs here for fifteen years
don't need your puffy Huffy your mom got you at Sears
...SKYWARD IN TRIUMPH
This is the kind of song that makes a man smirk lightly, then return to this song, which actually makes one fire up and go ... skyward in triumph. At least for the first 1:03. From 1:04 to 1:23, one surpasses the sky and enters heaven. From 1:24 to 2:10 one transcends heaven itself and becomes one with all of existence, from good to evil and beyond. At 2:10 thru 2:19, one chills out to scream about skulls (as one does). At 2:20, one ricochets back to being one with all of existence, from good to evil and beyond. This persists for some time, until roughly 2:50 when the waves of essence stop roiling and start buffeting. Buffeting persists and yields again to roiling at say 3:10. Everything is okay. Everything is okay. Everything is okay. Then it's 3:35, and noise obtains. Noise.
3:50. One note. Sit. Sit with this note. Endure it with focus and attention and determination and love. There is only a note. The note is all.
By 5:21 you begin to suspect that there is something besides you and the note. Focus. Bear down. Question. You ask. 5:48 hints at an answer. You and the note are all. Answers come faintly, if at all. Is the answer within you? Questions continue, there is volume.
8:23: answers.
Focus. You and the note. Questions. Answers. This is all there has ever been. Make peace with that by bringing the note, the questions, the answers, all into one enduring slurry.
9:31 EXPLODE SKYWARD IN TRIUMPH
(11:28, CONTINUE EXPLODING, WITH ADDED NUANCE)
14:20 RETURN TO KNOWN REALMS.
14:49 reintegrate with all that you have known.
ride the crab
--Collision
