Monday, November 24, 2008

Chinese Democracy.


To understand, to really, really understand what this album is, you have to understand the timeline. I am 25 years old at the moment and finally have this album in my hands. When I was 10 years old "The Spaghetti Incident?" was released, which was an album of covers by Guns N' Roses. As I got a little bit older, I fell into an obsession over the band Guns N' Roses, maybe due to the awesome guitar work or earnst emotion conveyed by Axl Rose, or the fact that they never apologized no matter what they did. It was music that I could connect to, and really, the first band that did that to me.

I've waited well over half of my life to listen to this fully realized album, and the question seems to be; was it worth it? The answer is yes. For an even more overwhelming timeline, think about this; Axl Rose's last release came while George Bush was in office, and Chinese Democracy comes out at the tail end of George W. Bush's 8-year reign in office. At this point the timing both doesn't matter and is crucial; rock n' roll feels all but dead. When I think of the music I listen to, there really aren't bands like Guns N' Roses anymore. I think that really, the closest thing to them I still listen to is Megadeth. Bands simply don't exist like this anymore, the current names in big rock bands are uninspired bands that sound like poorly tossed together tribute bands to the early 90's, like Nickelback. This will not do. Rock music has been waiting for a saviour, and the unlikely hero is one of the most hated men in the history of rock music, W. Axl Rose.

This album is unlike any other I've experienced, as I feel a weird connection to it. Since 1999 I've been following the oddesy that is the creation of Chinese Democracy. Every live show that leaked out with a few new tracks, every demo that hit the net, every leaked track that made the rounds I've poured over in anticipation. I think the only things in life that I had to really wait to experience were driving, drinking legally, sex and Chinese Democracy, and most of them were disappointing when I finally reached it. I remember back to the first time Axl played "Chinese Democracy" live, or when I went to go see an awful Arnold Schwarzenegger film just to hear "Oh My God" play in the background and be supportive. I still remember the first time hearing about "Madagascar" at Rock In Rio II, where Kurt Loder of MTV proclaimed it a masterpiece unlike any other since "Stairway to Heaven." To say there was massive anticipation for this album is to sell it short. It had impossible anticipation.

So to say that it satisifies me really means something. From the ominious loop that introduces "Chinese Democracy" up until the dreamlike sequence that ends "Prostitute" there is never a minute where I question what I am listening to or feel like I need to skip. Now, there really weren't a lot of surprises along the way, as by the time this came out there really were only three songs that had never been heard before; "Scraped," "Sorry" and "This I Love." "Shackler's Revenge" is also quasi-new, as it just made its debut a few months ago in the videogame Rock Band 2. For a fourteen-track album, to think that only four songs are really new is astonishing. Think about it, I've been listening to "Chinese Democracy," "Rhiad" and "Street of Dreams" for years now, as they have morphed, grown, been manipulated until they reached their final forms. I almost feel like Axl did these brief tours and passed out these CDs to people he knew would leak it to get an initial reaction, and to know what he needs to do to these songs.

People are going to complain because Slash and Duff and maybe even to a lesser extent Matt Sorum aren't involved in this, but I don't think that Axl really needed them, and I think that is what this whole exercise was in. Before you complain that Slash's guitar melodies and solos were the soul behind Guns, listen to "Better" and feel all the parts just sort of come together perfectly, from the screaching intro, the pounding main riff, the great, emotional outtro solo that blows me away everytime on top of the incredible production and feel. Listen to this and tell me that Axl "needed" any of his previous bandmates. No, this album is Axl's, and while there were people that worked with him, the final Production credits go to him, the lyrics and music credits on every song go to him, with the music being shared with at least one other bandmate, but ultimately resting on him. Axl Rose was a singer in 1993, who wore Reeboks with his name on them, a bandana on his head and a pair of spandex shorts. In 2008 he is a musician who can play more than songs with simple chord progressions in the key of C on piano, which just speaks for what sort of transformation he has forced himself through in th past few years. The process has been taking the songs inside of his head and finding a way to transfer them into recordings.

Tracks like "Street of Dreams," "There Was a Time," "Sorry," "This I Love" and "Prostitute" just prove how much went into the recording of this album, with the complexity of each and just how well the final product turned out. Each song featuring some sort of complex arrangement for a rock song. Some songs are more memorable than others, and some songs are just beyond imagination. When you ask me why I stayed 'faithful' to Axl Rose throughout all of these years, listen to "Sorry" and understand that nobody else could have written that song. The haunting beginning to the build up to the explosion of a chorus until the song continues to swirl and build to a satisfying finish. Listen to "Madagascar" and try not to be blown away by the depth and scale of the whole thing, from the intro by an ensemble with the keyboard over it, to the classic screaching guitar dueling with Axl's lyrics, all the way to one of the best and most satisfying parts of any song I've heard in years, the guitar solo over well-placed vocal samples from various MLK speeches, quotes from "Mississippi Burning," "Se7en," "Cool Hand Luke" (again) and Michael J. Fox's amazing monologue from "Casualties of War."

People are going to hate this, it is inevitable. Axl Rose has made his share of enemies and over the years his antics have made him come off like a pompus, pretentious asshole. Then some people just don't listen to music like this anymore, because quite simply, it doesn't really exist. Or people are just too pretentious themselves to allow themselves to get lost in music like this. That is fine, but for me, I am able to put aside my pretentions and listen to Axl pour his soul out over a piano with a guitar wailing in the background in "This I Love" and be satisfied.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

YouTube Playlist

Sometimes it just happens, when you have a few select songs you can't stop listening to. So.

Nick Cave - Love Letter


Megadeth - Addicted to Chaos


Grinderman - Man in the Moon

Zakk Wylde -As Dead as Yesterday


Steve Von Till - Breathe


Acid Bath - The Bones of Baby Dolls


Blind Melon - Mouthful of Cavities


"They see you. They see everything you do."

Thursday, October 23, 2008

[torrent.]

Fragility be damned; Alone I stand, strong.
I stand not for your smile, your heart, your love.
No, alone I stand, atop my molten-cool center,
Winding down after my heart bled torrents.

Created are these; Emotional, scarred track marks.
Dormant I've lain, hiding my festering addiction;
A passenger of dark, masquerading through the light,
Sun-scarred eyes refusing to see; Refuse the pattern.

Waiting out storms; Dry I stand, remote.
The fire warms, but the water beads, running.
Pouring down my soul's bullet-proofed window;
A stifling reminder of all that could have been.

Unquenched thirst; The longing, the anticipation.
Even with open windows, it's still nothing but drops;
Bolt by bolt, Chain by chain, break down the door,
Surrender the fears, the loathing; Cold rain stings.

Lightning breaks right; Tearing the night, shamed.
The storm seeps, the open wounds, painful reminders.
The rain I begged for and storm that I had sought;
These scars still bleed from your tainted touch.

No longer can I know, I'm conditioned beyond repair.

Monday, October 20, 2008

[ruin]

I am an engine of ruin; far too aware.

I cannot stop the engine; ruin is imminent.

I never said that I don't make mistakes.

The mirror reflects a truly snowy descent. 

Sadness/Madness/Ruin.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

From/Reply II

From: Storm of Lies

Drying out --
After riding out the storm
The falling tides
Washed my hope ashore

Drawing lines in the sand
Waiting for the sun to set,
The waves to rise
And this smile
To be tested
By the stormy waters
Of a lifetime of past mistakes

The storm of lies --
Bleeding.
Torrent falls, the sirens ablaze
Standing silent amidst the embers.

Your hand,
Lone defender and sign
This war is over


Reply: Lines in the Sand

Control.

Like a subtle, lone whisper, this detail confines me,

Defining what I wish I could contain.

Contain; restrain; try to separate from.

Loss is an opiate, it numbs and it stings,

Luminous and dulling all the same.

 

These walls move closer, get slicker,

I can't say I have much to hold on to –

No matter how hard I wish, how hard

I cry, tape peels, posters crash.

These walls remain resistant to change,

Any change imposed  is  change denied.

Reality dictates gravity defies your logic,

Your hopes and your dreams.

 

Hope a neurotoxin, fueled by love – hate  

Everything in between, but always a posion.

Always just enough to send everything you know,

Everything you've built – crashing down.

Lines in the sand are lines in the sand –

You a fool, always a fool for hoping they'd last,

Standing defiant to the crashing waves.

Reality dictates they wouldn't stay obedient,

But your reality always felt so far away,

A past tale to spill over coffee and a few laughs.

 

The war was never over –

This was just a temporary distraction;

Reality dictates that you ran away,

Chasing a trail of smoke and passion.

You ran away and left it all behind,

The war will always be here for you,

Just in time for your return,

Ready to pick up right where you left off—

Cold. Lonley. Far too aware.

From/Reply I

So, I'm thinking of doing a few before/after, from/reply pieces. These are old, are open thought/closed thought.

Initial:

Shadows on the Wall

Dancing shadows on the 
wall echo the storm in my
mind. A smile so bright and
phosphorescent brings out the
beautiful intensity from your
eyes.

I'd love to stay here, my fixed
gaze on your heavy, sleepy
eyes. If only I could I'd light your
world, into a towering, dancing
inferno, like these shadows on the
wall.

Reply: Narcissistic Delusionary Malfunction
1:4 

There is
no
light in
flourescent
minds;
only nar-
cissistic delusions

-----------------------------

I knew once
What made me.
The layers, eroded
by time lay crumbled.
You cannot define
what you do not --

Understand

Your smile ignited flame,
while the mind melted
my extinguishing infatuation.

------------------------------------

I've malfunctioned;
in a classical sense.
Lone aberration
lost at sea,
choked.. back by
a collective tide.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Absolution [dark]

Prelude: I think that I should explain that all of these short poems happen on a notepad while I'm at work. Due to the tiny size of the notebook, I limit myself to around 20 lines.

---

The clouds part -- unveil
A dimming sun, burning
The last of its waning life --
Slowly fading are pasty glories.
With each passing ray, atonement
Becomes all the more abstract --
A shimmering visage of the past.

The hands outstretch, crying out
In their own way, to the dimming sky;
"Fade not away -- we need you --
I need you. I need you now!" Ignorant
Are they to cry for absolution, ignorant
To the transitory stasis of an extinguished
Sky -- the cycle is light to dark, dark to light,
Before the final dark sky paints life black.