VISIT MY BAND (acoustic indie): www.myspace.com/yesterdaydreamers
And Slunt is coming (altern/punk): www.myspace.com/sluntiscomingtoday
AND MY OTHER MUSIC MYSPACE (dark/ electronica/ dark/ experimental/ shite): www.myspace.com/technicallymedicine
VISIT MY DEVIANTART: jezz8me.deviantart.com
Raw emotion in perfect music. Perfection, essence that music brings.
Music has it's own conventions, still the non conformist sings.
But art is free from all conventions and when they're made they're soon to break
And sound is free and endless flowing to see the beauty in every shriek.
Hey i am Jeremy, I am 16 and a guy :P I think i am generally pretty nice. I try to be friendly and accepting of people as long as they are decent to me. I can be self conscious but i'll live. I am generally pretty open and am a good listener. I try to give advice if you need it but if i can't i am always an understanding ear. I will tell you anything you want to know about me with no problem. The only thing i am a bit secretive about is my love life but it is easy to earn my trust.
I love art, drama, music and all that shite. I play bass in a bunch if bands and dabble in computer music and singing. Local gigs are great and i love to support local bands. Talent is pretty abundant i need to go see more gigs though, damn over 18 shows >.<.
I have a fascination with the macabre and all that is dark, scary, evil creepy ect. but horror movies are largely terrible and only have novelty value except for a few.
I also love the word noir (black in french and the whole culture surrounding the word. No one will ever be cooler than the fedora clad detectives and mobsters of the 1930-40s.
I am the king of first impressions. I looked at my brothers class photo and guessed all their personalities. I don't believe in "don't judge a book by it's cover" because image reflects personality but even though i can get an idea of a person pretty quick i do not judge or make expectation to rashly. People are complex creatures.
I am generally happy. My life is incredibly average but comfortable. I have no major problems. I have people who care about me even if not SOMEONE to care about me. My life is petty and insignificant but that is not depressing to me it puts thing in perspective. I am just a working class boy from Melbourne. Everything in my life only effect me and those close. There are bigger things going on, there are worse things going on and i am, for now at least just an onlooker. I have never felt exceedingly happy or sad. Most of the time i feel general good everyday happiness and sometimes a shallow sadness but i do not get caught up in trivial things and realize nothing i have gone through is that bad in the big picture. This isn't to say i have an inability to feel i just can see some things more rationally. I do not see depressed people as irrational however. They all do have real problems because depression is a problem even if the reason cannot be seen.
It's not depressing but humorous the futility;
Our dependence on the intangible.
Something which may define the outcome of our life's
is just a speck of dust on the surface of the world.
With vaulting ambition one man can change the world
But is it at risk of what we bystanders strive for?
I am not that man.
The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol in Alice Through the Looking Glass'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.