Flour Angel

I'm a slave to the fantasy.

But this has set me free.

inspired by http://www.flickr.com/photos/jerinthebox/4115866663/

http://5t0rm.tumblr.com

And music:

https://soundcloud.com/570rm/compass

maintain the mystery

Oops I think this just became a photography blog. Well kind of. As usual, my musical output isn't really anything impressive but I have been working on photography stuff so I uploaded some. I hope that's ok!

To start with, here's a really old shot that I just re-edited

NZT

http://5t0rm.tumblr.com/post/50400043678

There is way too much to be done these days. Stupid shit like studying which for some reason takes like 987764652x as much time and effort for me than any other human. And on top of that I'm lazy. So my only time left is pretty much reserved for sleeping and complaining how busy I am, kind of like I'm doing now.

I came across some new music the other day and for some reason really connected with it. Surprisingly it's borderline classical, but the lack of lyrics frees your mind to wander and by the end of it you've scripted the next Citizen Kane and feel like you're on NZT from Limitless. Since I usually only ever blog about my own stuff, I thought this by Einaudi deserved a shoutout:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zq1hPXJPtto
See if it does for you what it did for me.

Aaaand there it is.
https://soundcloud.com/570rm/atmospheric
Don't tell me you didn't see that one coming :)

XXX
Storm

We can check that off.

     One thing I remember learning in ninth grade health class besides "drugs are bad" was that the high you get from them is the same as playing music or sports or acting on stage or skydiving or rock-climbing. So you can buy happiness. It's called weed. But, wouldn't it be more fun to actually skydive?

Amazing skydiving video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFEN7BQ7Zus&list=FLjZlHcBb2iP7iP6pJeYE-VA&feature=mh_lolz

My health teacher at the time was a musician, and he told us he found euphoria playing with his band on stage. I always thought that was kind of cool, and never having experimented with lessthanlegal substances myself, wondered what a rush that was worth risk and money would feel like. I also happen to be a musician, but am pretty shy and scared of playing in front of actual people. I wasn't the type of person that could play live. But, lately I've been restless and frustrated with the multiple ruts I've allowed myself to fall into. I've been far too busy with The Mentalist to bother to climb back out of those ruts. That's just pathetic. A week or two ago, I called up my friend who, like me, loves music, but is scared of performing. "Play live" was on the summer bucket list. In fact, "LIVE" had been on my hand (where I write everything important) for the past three years. Tonight was open mic night at a local venue. And tonight, I can finally wash my hands of "LIVE"- literally. I couldn't help noticing that my name online is storm (the reasons behind this deserve their own whole post) and, as we drove home, a huge thunderstorm blew in, with the dramatic flashes following us as we sped away at the speed of light, euphoric at having finally conquered some long-standing fears. A good omen?

XXX 
storm

http://soundcloud.com/570rm/this-used-to-be-the-future

So here I am. 1:33 am and more awake than I've quite possibly ever felt before. I guess I didn't know exactly how it would feel, despite all the hours I laid awake imagining it. I finally completed a song, recorded it, edited it, uploaded it, and amazingly, still liked it. Obviously it's not perfect, because my voice cracks at 2:55 and the "blinded by your arrogance" doesn't fit like I'd planned, but it's done. And so, even if you normally see naive, teenage DIY musicians trying to get people to listen to their stuff and are indifferent or slightly annoyed, I'm really, really sorry but it would mean the world if you commented. 

http://soundcloud.com/570rm/this-used-to-be-the-future

XXX
storm