January 2010
It’s over. An amazing, amazing night at the House of Blues @hobboston. Thank you @dvntownsend @cyniconline @btbamofficial and Scale the …
The set is done. Will BTBAM do an encore? @hobboston
Yes, Martha, BTBAM @btbamofficial will and are doing an encore @hobboston. Most beauteous!
BTBAM’s last song, from the newest CD @btbamofficial. Great way to close the set @hobboston
A beautiful fine spiritual set of technical prog metal @cyniconline. I hear echoes of Allan Holdsworth’s guitar style. Beauteous @hobboston.
Cynic is awesome. Their first Boston show, and some new music! @cyniconline @hobboston.
Cynic begins. @cyniconline @hobboston.
Cynic has finished their fine set @cyniconline @hobboston. Between the Buried and Me @btbamofficial.
Intensity, intensity, BTBAM @btbamofficial continues to pour on the intensity in an amazing show @hobboston.
Yes, it was a great set by Devin and crew, awesome chops and all @dvntownsend @hobboston. Now Cynic @cyniconline is next.
Off to intense start, BTBAM @btbamofficial definitely have the crowd progrocking their brains out @hobboston !
Between the Buried and Me commences @btbamofficial @hobboston
DTP: one hell of a freaking bombastic bomb blast of sound and lunacy @dvntownsend @hobboston!
Scale the Summit has finished a fine set @hobboston before an appreciative crowd.
Some sweet and very tight prog metal from Scale the Summit @hobboston. Great dual lead work!
Change that: Devin Townsend @dvntownsend is up next!
Cynic is up next @hobboston.
Devin Townsend @dvntownsend has taken off! Nerdcore rules!!!
Theatrical, totally wacked nerdcore metal that goofs all the way into your brain @dvntownsend @hobboston.
Over the top, over the top, over the very top with DTP @dvntownsend @hobboston. He can play though. It’s entertainment, man.
Waiting @hobboston for Scale the Summit, Cynic, Devin Townsend & Between the Buried and Me.
Scale the Summit is on @hobboston heading into the prog stratosphere.
RIP J D. Maybe you found peace and solitude in death, you old cranky man. ♫ http://blip.fm/~jxpzi
Mere words will not appease eternity.
The falling snow brings its silences.
You would have me remain and I would vanish into smoke.
Oh, I have travelled and I have travelled countless miles and countless eons to reach this place and now that I am here I wait the upload, I wait for them to return and to return me from whence I came many lifetimes ago. I have collected all that I could collect from them and now I am full and I am weary. I need renewal. That they were sated too, then I could rest. But I will be emptied, this...
The snow fell wordlessly from the non-descript sky erase each sound as it touched the earth and gave birth to small splotches of wetness, tear-splatter, seat-stain, the dampness of her cool skin on a languid humid night before summer has retreated and all has been lost in the haze of time jumbled, time juggled, time jungled by an overgrowth of choices and decisions, the viney arabesques of her...
So they say… ♫ http://blip.fm/~jx5vw
The start of a journey… out there. ♫ http://blip.fm/~jx5yk
The farther we go the more we discover… ♫ http://blip.fm/~jx61s
Many of us are no more than we pretend to be. Some of us become what we are.
We are irony: sooner or later life will kill us.
Into the clarified air do I spill my chaos, the light of the sun glinting off the thousand points of my capricious curiosity.
Breathing the ether of a million distant minds… ♫ http://blip.fm/~jx6bn
Revel in the brief spark that you add to time’s fire.
Don't expect too much. These are the cheap seats.
The elasticity of time often threw him for a loop although you never find him doing the same deja vu all over again nevertheless the spasticity of time caused him to jump cut from idea to idea like a diffident child swimming in a blue plastic pool of piranha and dancing an irish step dance to the tune of kumbaya my babe kumbaya over here and tell me all about it, tell me all about this whole...
Either watch the parade or join the parade.
Things change, things turn, things progress, things move on, and so do I.
There was always a sense of inevitability about it all. That could not be avoided. Yet the shock of it could not be dispelled by the knowledge that it was coming. Nor could the fact that there would be pain. Nor could the fact that there would be anguish. No could the fact that there would be an end, that finality would have its say, although there might not be a hearer to hear it.
Succumbing to my materialist longings: I want an iPad!
We are all only a part of the larger mosaic. The picture only becomes clearer as we back away from our own self-interest.
I am the eye and I drink you in.
I am the camera, I am the witness… ♫ http://blip.fm/~juv41
Fixated, fixated, fixated… ♫ http://blip.fm/~juv2b
It never ceases to amaze me that I awake each morning with new discoveries awaiting as the world unfurls like a glorious blossom.
Dawn is always a revelation.
So much depends on the secrets we keep and the secrets we let escape.
All that was left was a small puddle of fluid where he had stood and a single black feather, ragged and weathered.