Would you like fries with your Stuff?

I’m feeling a little crappy today, everyone around me has the flu, and it looks like I caught a spot of it as well. Nonetheless, the show must go on!

I have made my return to the chatroom on BlabberNet, and it sure looks like I’ve been missed. Even the topic announces my return! How cool is that?

Still in mourning about Matt Barlow. Fack, I must be gay if I carry on like this. Now I know how those Michael Jackson fans felt like when he was on trial for screwing the kid.

And now, a joke. McDonalds is bringing out a Michael Jackson burger. It has 46 year old meat in 11 year old buns. Hahahahahahahaha!

Yeah yeah, old news. But sheesh…

Tomorrow is a nice day – It’s Friday, and we have a gig. At Vagabonds in Randburg. It’ll be our first gig for the year (why do they always happen around Ryan’s birthday, me wonders). Oh yeah, speaking of which. Happy 36th birthday you old bastard.

Fark, I remember him teaching me how to wheely my bicycle when HE was in 6th grade. Damnit, time waits for noone.

I wonder how I’m gonna make it through all this stuff. Work, possible retrenchment, band, all sorts of stuff. Just plain stuff, nothing else.

Random thought of the day: I ain’t getting any younger, sands of time pull me under.

Poetic Justice?

I am in mourning today.

Actually, I’ve been mourning for the past 3 years already. Since the day Matt Barlow announced his departure from the world’s most influential band, Iced Earth.

Matt Barlow’s voice is unparalleled in the modern music scene, even though there are many absolutely incredible vocalists out there (think Timo Kotipelto, Rob Halford, Bruce Dickenson) – There is not a single person that can outdo Matt.

And today, I write an ode. The passion behind his vocals in Iced Earth, the sheer feeling. My personal favourite moment is in Creator Failure, from Burnt Offerings. At 4 minutes, 7 seconds.

Standing now before her eyes
Winges expanding...she's going to die
Belching blue green fire
Flesh feeds the desire

4 min, 29sec : The serpent god’s apocalyptic smile!

The way he uses his voice is incredible.

I wish I could sing like that. I would sing for myself the whole day.

Matt works in law enforcement now, and is the vocalist for a police band. Lucky fuckers to know him. I respect his choice to have moved on, but I mourn the loss of metal’s greatest vocalist ever.

On a more personal note. Marc had a prang on Saturday, just a slight fender bender. So I drove him home, heard from Jean how his partner is screwing him in the business, took Dewald home, and got to walk into my own home only at 23:15. Yesterday, I moved stuff from my folks’ home to mine – My last few belongings that have remained. They are moving out of my childhood home, which has been sold to new people.

And that upsets me greatly too. It’s very hard to let go, more than I would ever have imagined. My every memory is at that place. The vast open fields, the dark nights, quiet athmosphere.

I shall miss it dearly.

Random thought of the day: Life moves forwards regardless.