www.worldcantwait.org

So I'm looking through today's issue of USA Today for news on the coup in Thailand, when I see a full page ad in the A section for a group called The World Can't Wait. apparently they're organizing a mass walkout and march for October 5th in order to force the current regime to listen to the people it's supposed to represent.

Will it work? Maybe. Is it worth trying? You bet your fucking life it is.

"Those who would sacrifice liberty for security deserve neither."
Benjamin Franklin.

"It was by the sober sense of our citizens that we were safely and steadily conducted from monarchy to republicanism, and it is by the same agency alone we can be kept from falling back." --Thomas Jefferson to Arthur Campbell, 1797.

"We are to guard against ourselves; not against ourselves as we are, but as we may be; for who can imagine what we may become under circumstances not now imaginable?" --Thomas Jefferson to Jedidiah Morse, 1822.

"We... owe it to mankind as well as to ourselves to restrain wrong by resistance and to defeat those calculations of which justice is not the basis." --Thomas Jefferson: 7th Annual Message, 1807.

"The oppressed should rebel, and they will continue to rebel and raise disturbance until their civil rights are fully restored to them and all partial distinctions, exclusions and incapacitations are removed." --Thomas Jefferson: Notes on Religion, 1776.

Rhetoric? Yes, and what of it? Sometimes it's important to remember that the reason we have the right to speak out and to march against the injustices of our own government is because we, the American people, rose up, spoke out, marched, and eventually (when evident that there was no other choice) rose up and took to arms in order to end the rule of a tyrannical monarchy. It is our RIGHT and DUTY as Americans to speak out and to fight against what we feel is wrong.

Repost this, print it out, talk to your friends and family, bring it up in class. DO WHAT IS NECESSARY TO GET THE MESSAGE OUT: We're fed up with the current administration, and we're not going to stand for a representative government that does not represent us.

Leesburg, FL
2006-10-05 [edit]
7:00am
roving
I have absolutely no idea how many people in my area (Leesburg FL) are willing to join me in my thinking but if I can I'll gladly get the message to all . I live in a community of over 55 residents who have been around long enough to know whats going on. Because I know nothing about my ability to get the message out, I'll just start with one step and go from there. I'm not bashful and I have a big mouth when it comes to the truth so i'm planning on a huge following. Don't know where we'll end up but at least it might make some people stop and think.
uppityblueswoman@hotmail.com

Orlando, FL
2006-10-05 [edit]
6 pm
Orlando City Hall
Details are still being worked out. Come to the planning meetings each Saturday at 6:00 inside Stardust Video and Coffee. Stardust is located at 1842 Winter Park Rd,
Winter Park, FL 32789-5819. The meeting is held inside the establishment,
I'll be the guy in the scally cap and the green World Can't Wait T-Shirt.
Call Thomas at 407-492-4243 for more information.
Orlando@worldcantwait.org

OTHER AREAS:
http://worldcantwait.net/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=2418&_event=14

I posted the above in a bulletin earlier today.  You can know for certain that I will be marching somewhere on the 5th to speak out against the Bush administration.  It is necessary.  We have to speak out and show the world that our leaders no longer speak for us. 

Personally, I'm sick of hearing how unamerican it is to disagree with our president.  "We're at war!  We have to support the troops and we have to support our president!"  NO!  One thing my late father always told me was this: "Kevin, I may not agree with what you say, but I served 23 years so that you would always have the right to say it." 

Yes we're at war, but we're not demoralizing our soldiers by speaking out.  We are attempting to protect them.  The soldiers have to know that what we want is their safety.  We want them as much out of harm's way as possible.  We're no longer at war in Iraq.  We're policing a country, not fighting it.  Hell Bush himself said the war was over didn't he?  He stood on an aircraft carrier and said "Mission Accomplished."

Disagreeing with the President doesn't make you anti-american.  It makes you a patriot.  You are exercising your RIGHTS.  These are the same rights that hundreds of thousands of American servicemen have died protecting over the past 230 or so years.

I don't have to support our President because I didn't vote for him.  I campaigned for the Democrats and I was and still am proud of that fact.  I voted for John Kerry and I'm not ashamed of that either.  Do I have to cheer for the Steelers because they won the Super Bowl?  No?  Then why do I have to cheer for a President I didn't vote for?  I won't, and even if you did vote for them, if the administration has violated your trust then you have every right to stand up and demand that your elected representative start acting like an elected representative.

Stand up for yourselves, please.  Speak out against "wars" that won't end.  Demand that your privacies rescinded by the Patriot Act are returned.  Call for an energy policy that gets us off foreign oil as much as possible as soon as possible.  Call for a balanced budget, cleaner air, the continued separation of church and state, and the right of all Americans to live their lives as they lawfully see fit.  Ask questions, demand answers, and fight for change.  This is too critical a time in american history to turn a blind eye to the transgressions of our leaders.  We have to act now.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to put into words here.  I'm working through some issues, obviously, but it's been a while since I've felt so nervous and apprehensive.  After taking 2 weeks off to help my Mom with her finances, I had to start back to work tonight.  If you somehow didn't already know this, I work an overnight job.  I'm all by myself at the front desk for 8 hours a night, 5 nights a week, and for nearly a year it's never bothered me.  Tonight's different.

It started in the car as I was driving over here.  It began with a bit of a flutter somewhere beneath my stomach, and as I drew nearer and nearer it spread farther and faster like venom was coursing through my veins.  The feeling is not unlike stage fright.  I don't really suffer from paralyzing stage fright, you can't do theater if you freeze up in front of a crowd.  But, I do get a flutter and a sense of nervousness.  This feeling, however, is paralyzing.  I don't want to be here tonight.  I don't think I ever want to be here alone again.  Until I sat down and decided to try and write about it, I had paced the lobby atleast a dozen times.  Even now, I can see that my sentence structure is suffering.  I called a half dozen friends and family members, but no one answered their phone tonight.  Maybe this is the beginning of some sort of abondonment complex.  I haven't decided yet, but I think it's tied to a new phobia of dying alone.

I know that the fact that Dad died alone in his car has eaten at me for 2 weeks now.  He passed away, gripping his steering wheel, in a tiny little hybrid car on the side of a road.  I don't think I've ever been one to be concerned about mortality before.  If it happens, it happens.  But I don't want to shuffle off my mortal coil like that.  It's selfish, of course, why should anyone else have to watch me leave?  They shouldn't have to, I know this.  But, somewhere deep down, I know I'm afraid to be ultimately alone.

I've been an atheist for a long time, more than half of my short life.  It started when I was 9 or so and realized that the church my family attended was only out to bleed us dry financially.  A proper religious institution wouldn't pass the tray around a second time just to help buy the wrestling team new uniforms.  Of course, Susan once told me about a church Jayson visited in Panama.  It was described to me as ornate, gilded doors and massive stained glass windows.  It was a church for the wealthy christians of the area.  On its steps, the homeless congregated and looked for aid.  Many of these beggars were amputees and invalids.  I'm told that the church goers merely stepped around these wretched souls, and made their way into their finely decorated house of god.  The police would come by periodically to clear the steps of the homeless so that the wealthy wouldn't have to look at what was going on all around them.

How could God let this happen?  How could he let those in their darkest hours be ignored by those that supposedly worshipped him and were ordered by the book to help their fellow man?  How could God let a 9 year old see just how corrupt his houses could be?  Einstein once stated that "God does not play dice with the universe."  Why not?  What if he just doesn't care?

Why is there free choice if there's a grand plan?  If there is only the illusion of free choice, why are so many intentionally damned before they even get started?  If there is free choice how can the plan account for this?  why give man free choice at all?  If God needs or wants a quota of worshippers, why not just create more angels?  Why create another being, give them wills of their own, and then allow them to be mislead?  Is it all a bet?  A whim?  Why would a just and loving God condemn us all to years and years and years of hell?  Why are still born babies never given a chance to see the beauty that this world sometimes holds?  Why are even the righteous elderly forced to endure the horrors for so long?  Why would God change his methodology half way through the Bible?  Why did God have to prove a point to Satan by taking everything from a man named Job who loved God above all others?  Why can a man be good to his neighbors in life, but still be damned to hell just because he doesn't subscribe to a particular religious belief?  Why did Jesus go to hell after his death in the cross and rescue all those in hell, only to allow those who would follow 24 hours later to rot for eternity?  Why do I have to ask these questions, why can't the answers be simple, clear, cut and dry?

This doesn't mean that I'm not searching for the answers, that I've closed myself off to all things spiritual, it simply means that until I've found my answers I won't blindly follow a doctrine that simply turns a blind eye to suffering.  God, if you wanted only servants, you should have created only servants.  Why can't my heavenly father accept me for who and what I am in the same way that my earthly father could and did.  Why did my biological father's love exceed your own?  Point me toward the answers.

Your watch is sitting in front of me, and I hope you don't mind that I've sort of taken it into my custody.  In some ways, it still smells like you, Dad.  I've been looking through voicemails all morning.  I'm not sure if I have a recording of your voice anywhere Dad.  I'd like to hear it just one more time. 

When things have just gotten too rough in the past day, I've come and sat in your office.  Mom hates coming in here right now, but for me, it's like you're still here in some way.  I don't know if it's the smell, or the memories, or the view of your boat and the canal, but, it just feels right to be in here.  Like I couldn't be anywhere else.

Your handwriting seems to cover every scrap of paper in here, and the pictures of the family only seem to enhance the sadness at your passing.  I don't know if there's a heaven, Dad, so you may not even be able to read this, but I feel like you should know, if possible, just how much I miss you.  I'm sorry, Dad, I'm crying.  I'll try to wrap this up so I can go visit with Mom.  I know you'd want that.

I just need to spend some time talking with you, even if you can't answer back.  I don't know if I'll ever truly recover from this, Dad.  And I can't stand to hear the pastor talk about God's mysterious plans and all that bullshit.  A loving God wouldn't take away the only person who ever showed me any guidance in this world.  And a loving God would know that losing you means losing Mom. 

I don't think she's going to make it, Dad.  She's so fragile.  I think this will break her.  The way she acted when you were going in the hospital previously was just a sample.  I think she knew you'd be okay ultimately, and that the bi polar disorder would right itself when you were back home.  But now, there's no coming back home, Dad.  And if there is a God, I don't understand why he felt it necessary to take both my parents at 23 years of age.  If this is some sort of punishment for being an atheist, than he can just fuck right off, Dad.  The only thing that would console me right now is the knowledge that this was just a natural event and that there was no "plan" behind this.

I'm going to leave this up on my blog, Dad, as a sort of open letter.  I don't want you to think I'm airing our laundry for the world to see, I just want to share how much hurt I'm feeling right now.  The sense of loss is just so immense, Dad.  I miss you so much.  I'm sorry, Dad, but I'm crying again, so I'm going to have to stop talking with you now.  I love you, and we'll talk again soon, Ok?

My father went to breakfast this morning with his wife, his sister, and her new husband.  He laughed and joked with everyone as he always has.  My mother visited me at my home, took me shopping for groceries, and left after a couple of hours and a few cigarettes.  Dad was at home working on the yard, putting in a new sprinkling system.  At some point during the day he'd gone to Home Depot for some supplies and didn't get everything he needed.

Six months ago we never would have believed him to be doing that much yardwork, but this was the new Dad, this Dad was excited to get up in the morning, helpful around the house, and an ever better husband, father, and friend than he had been in years.  You see, Dad had gastric bypass surgery almost 8 months ago and since then had lost over 100 pounds and gained a new lease on life.  He was not the same man you may have met 3 or 4 years ago.

Dad told Mom that he hadn't found everything he had needed to complete his new system, and he was going to go up to Wal-Mart to see if they had the last few pieces.  He hopped into his 2001 green Toyota Prius and headed off to the store around 6:20 on a balmy Florida evening.  Mom never told him she loved him as he left. 

Mom received a call minutes later from the Chief of Police of our small town asking if she was the wife of Jimmy Don Wiser.  She answered that she was and she immediately became upset.  Something had happened to her husband but she didn't know what.  A neighbor took her up the road to find out.

About 2 miles down the road, Dad had what appears to be a major cardiac event.  He had the presence of mind to pull off to the side of the road, put the car into park, and turn on his emergency flashers.

I had spent the day at the hospital, visiting with two of my roommates and their new child, a beautiful baby boy whom they both knew they would never be able to really take care of.  Weeks before they had decided to put the baby up for adoption and found a wonderful couple in San Francisco.  My roommate Jayson had gotten very little sleep, and he asked if I could drive him home.

My father was spotted by a policeman in a cruiser who noticed the emergency lights and decided to check on the motorist.  He found a man, just 6 weeks shy of his 62nd birthday, slumped over the steering wheel.  His hands still tightly gripped the steering wheel, the death had apparently been painful but quick.  His final act on Earth was to make sure his vehicle was safely out of traffic, so no harm would come to anyone else.  He died utterly and completely alone.

When my mother arrived, my father was still sitting there in the little green Toyota that he loved so much.  I understand she screamed and sobbed and was told by the police that she needed to go home.  Besides, what could she have done, my father was already dead.

By 6:35 I received a phone call from my mother.  "Kevin, you need to come home."  'Home as in my place?'  "No home to our house, now.  Something's happened."  'What?'  "We'll tell you when you get here."  My heart sunk.  I didn't know what exactly was wrong, but I knew it had to do with Dad.  I looked over at my roommate who was riding along with me and asked if I could drop him off at our house later.  He agreed.

Running empty on gas, I floored the accelerator on my black sports coupe, and weaved through traffic, doing 20-30 miles an hour over the posted speed limit.  I dialed my father's cell phone but he wouldn't have been able to answer. 

Barely 2 miles from my home, my roommate and I spotted police cars and civilian vehicles on both sides of the road.  I made a comment about the number of police out tonight and had almost written the whole thing off.  That was when I caught sight of a green 2001 Toyota Prius pulled to the side of the road with its emergency flashers on.  The windshield and driver's side window was covered by a blanket.

I remember saying "Shit, man, that's my Dad's car."  I put on my blinker and whipped into the first left turn I could make.  We were still in eyesight of the scene when I parked, and hopped out of the car.  Jumping a ditch, I was stopped by a local police officer and two of my neighbors.  I think I knew something was seriously wrong, I just didn't want to believe how bad it would be.

The neighbors approached me quickly, and blocked my path to the car.  "Kevin, you need to go home."  This was the third time I'd been told that already, and I remember getting seriously upset.  'No,' I responded, 'what the hell is going on?'  "Kevin, go home and your Mom will explain it."  'Is my Dad okay?'  The police officer inched closer.  "Son, it would be best if you go home."  'Is my Dad okay?'  No answer.  'Is he... is he alive?'  I think I knew the answer before I asked the question.

The answer still managed to rock me to my core.  "No, Kevin, he had a heart attack and he's gone.  I'm sorry."  I recall turning away and collapsing to my knees.  I just didn't want this to be true.  5 and a half hours later, I still don't want it to be true.

My neighbors and rommate surrounded me on 3 sides and began trying to console me and rub my shoulders.  But really, what can you say to a house of cards that's lost its foundation.  I'm still finding it hard to accept that he's gone.

My roommate took my keys from me and drove me back to my house, me alternating between sobs and expletives, trying to put it all together, trying to figure out what it all meant.  I was so incapacitated we almost missed the turn.  I finally pointed him towards my home and as we pulled into the driveway I jumped out of the car and went into the garage.

I stopped there, in the garage, and tried to collect my thoughts.  But, at a time like that, what is there to collect.  The most solid person in my life, the only person who never faltered, who was always right, who always loved, and never made me feel like a failure was gone from my life forever.  Jayspn hugged me and told me to be strong for my Mom.  I don't know if I have that in me.

Most everything else is a blur.  Bits and pieces of the evening are in my memory but they're all out of order and I still don't know where all the time passed.  I remember the Medical Examiner dropping by to ask questions, the tissue bank calling asking if we'd donate his tissue.  While I know they're only trying to help others, it felt like the vultures were circling.  I spent a good amount of this evening crying into shoulders and embracing friends and family.  The coroner dropped off his glasses, watch, and cellphone.  His cellphone beeped and when I opened it, it had 1 missed call.  The call was from me.  I think I broke down again when I saw that.  At some point, at least for a few minutes, my other roommate, Jeremy, came by and offered his love as well.  But, at a time like this, I wonder if there's any love in the world that can replace the love that I've lost today.

After everyone had gone home, Mom asked me to close the doors on Dad's office.  She said she kept expecting to see him sitting there at his computer, working on reports as he did almost every night before watching a little TV and going to bed with his wife of 35 years.  I did as she asked and let the dogs in.  The dogs scampered and played as they always do, but it seemed, at least to me, as if they were investigating all the rooms of the house, looking for the friend and master they adored.

As for me, I watched my mother take her meds for her bipolar disorder, and put her to bed.  As I readied myself to leave and sleep in the living room, she asked if I minded sleeping in the room with her just for tonight.  So I laid down on the bed she and dad had shared for years, feeling a little strange but understanding that she just didn't want to be completely alone tonight.  Could anyone really say no?

Laying in bed for almost an hour, I contemplated the nearly 23 years I was fortunate enough to spend with my Dad and wondered what another 20 might have been like.  Would he have been able to see me graduate from college, find a wife, maybe see our first child and his fourth grandbaby?  He would have been there to answer my questions about electronics, cars, physics, science, love, life, and how to make the perfect Reuben.  He was a jack of all trades and master of every one.  As he said on more than one occasion when I joked about the lack of actual field work he seemed to do, "They pay me for what I know, Kevin, not necessarily what I do."

So with a heavy heart, and a need to tell the world how I felt about you, I got out of bed, picked up your watch, Dad, and I logged onto your computer.  I may not have a huge soapbox, but I have this little internet blog.  And as I sit at your desk, in your chair, in front of your monitor, I wonder if I can ever do you justice.

I'm going to miss you, Dad.  I'm going to miss you more than you'll ever know.  You were the most amazing man I've ever met.  Everything you ever set your mind to doing, you did well.  You were a decorated sailor in the submarine force for 23 long years, you were the top ranking enlistedman in the Atlantic Submarine Fleet, you were a man who fought for my right to disagree with you and even to disappoint you, you were a well respected engineer at NASA, a victorious race car driver, a scuba diver and pilot and risk consultant to many .  Most importantly you were a loving husband, and a doting father.  And now, sadly, you're just a memory shared with less than 100 people on an internet sight.  It's not much, but my words are all I have to give right now, and I'm working to make them my best.  I honestly don't think I even have anymore tears to shed tonight, though I feel like I owe you so many more.

For what it's worth, Dad, I'm going to do everything in my power to make you proud, even if you won't be here to tell me yourself.  I'm going to trust in my heart that if there really is some sort of Heaven or afterlife of whatever type, that you are there, and you are watching over me.  Keep watching, Dad, I know I'm going to stumble along the way, and I'm going to fail sometimes, but I will grow up and work towards being half the man I, and everyone who met you, knew you to be.

I love you Dad, and I'm going to miss you.

Kevin.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

So apparently due to some antiquated 1930s era laws, you can buy liquor at those whole sale stores (Sams, Costco, BJs) without a membership. Save 25% or more on your liquor and you don't even need one of those stupid membership cards! http://foxnews.smartmoney.com/dealoftheday/index.cfm?story=20060616

I posted this in a bulletin, but wanted to leave it up here for posterity as well.

So I won two VIP passes to the Pepsi 400 from Orock 1059 (www.orock1059.com) and didn't even mean to. The contest was to give one of the female DJs a pickup line to use on a driver who they would be interviewing later in the day.

My Entry:

Mel:"Casie, I understand that Nascar will be tweaking the chase for the cup in 2007. Well, I've got two cups you can tweak right now."

Yes, I know it's stupid and lame, but I thought it would be funny enough for the DJs to chuckle about. Little did I know that it would be funny enough, to them, for them to award me two VIP tickets to one of the biggest races of the year.

So why is someone in Orlando pissed right now? Because I fucking hate NASCAR and don't even want the tickets. I'll be passing them off to a friend and her sister who do. Right now, a redneck is crying into his Jeff Gordon branded tea cozy while drinking a can of Natural Light.

Honkmaster Flex: Sticking it to the Redneck Population of America since 1983.

(00:07:10) White1ce: i need to break up with girlfriend, how do i do this
(00:07:15) White1ce: i've never done this before
(00:08:06) DarthWeez1915: sorry little miss pretty pants
(00:08:16) White1ce: you arent helping my situation
(00:08:29) DarthWeez1915: well last time I broke up with a chick was in high school
(00:08:34) DarthWeez1915: and I just stopped talking to her
(00:08:41) White1ce: that was it
(00:08:43) White1ce: see
(00:08:44) DarthWeez1915: mature
(00:08:44) White1ce: she calls me
(00:08:51) DarthWeez1915: haha
(00:08:56) DarthWeez1915: stop answering the phone
(00:08:58) White1ce: well
(00:09:00) White1ce: see i cant do this
(00:09:10) White1ce: her family is in the russian mafia (no joke)
(00:09:17) DarthWeez1915: rofl
(00:09:21) DarthWeez1915: you're made
(00:09:24) White1ce: it seems funny
(00:09:29) White1ce: and if it wasnt me
(00:09:31) White1ce: it would be funny
(00:09:35) White1ce: but since its me
(00:09:41) White1ce: its not funny :'(
(00:10:11) White1ce: so just not answering the phone doesnt work
(00:10:22) White1ce: and i cant be like, get out of my life slut
(00:10:55) DarthWeez1915: okay
(00:10:58) DarthWeez1915: I've seen movies
(00:11:03) DarthWeez1915: I know how this mafia thing works
(00:11:12) White1ce: haha fuck you
(00:11:18) DarthWeez1915: you have to kill her and her father, and like 2 or 3 of his top guys
(00:11:26) White1ce: well i do have plenty of guns
(00:11:29) White1ce: should I use a musket?
(00:11:31) DarthWeez1915: then you can take over
(00:11:44) DarthWeez1915: not unless you have 13
(00:11:44) White1ce: thing is, her father is in jail for killing people
(00:12:00) DarthWeez1915: so, you have to hire some cholos
(00:12:06) White1ce: what
(00:12:07) DarthWeez1915: to shiv him in the pen
(00:12:13) DarthWeez1915: ese
(00:12:33) DarthWeez1915: hang on, I have a puerto rican friend, he probably has some cousins in jail with her dad
(00:12:38) White1ce: hahahaha
(00:13:36) White1ce: in all honesty, i dont think im gunna kill her, her dad and a bunch of other people
(00:14:22) DarthWeez1915: well, okay
(00:14:26) DarthWeez1915: does she have a prized pet?
(00:14:32) White1ce: no
(00:14:34) White1ce: no pets
(00:14:36) DarthWeez1915: DAMN
(00:15:06) DarthWeez1915: what the fuck are you supposed to decapitate so you can leave it in her bed to give her the message?
(00:15:23) White1ce: i dont fucking know
(00:15:41) White1ce: but i dont want to be with her and i still want my car to be intact
(00:15:50) DarthWeez1915: and your penis too
(00:15:58) White1ce: good call
(00:16:09) DarthWeez1915: mafiosos are big on cutting off digits
(00:16:15) DarthWeez1915: especially your 21st
(00:16:34) DarthWeez1915: I've played Max Payne, I think I know what these guys are capable of
(00:16:46) White1ce: haha
(00:18:35) White1ce: any real suggestions
(00:19:02) DarthWeez1915: she have any sisters?
(00:19:05) White1ce: only child
(00:19:20) DarthWeez1915: there goes that angle :/
(00:19:25) DarthWeez1915: that one would have worked too
(00:19:33) White1ce: WTF
(00:19:35) White1ce: what do i do
(00:19:38) White1ce: nothing illegal
(00:19:50) White1ce: ive already used up my get out of jail free card
(00:20:14) DarthWeez1915: well if she had a sister, you wait til she's getting married, and on her wedding day you get to ask a favor from the father and he has to grant it
(00:20:20) DarthWeez1915: HEY
(00:20:22) DarthWeez1915: OKAY
(00:20:25) DarthWeez1915: I GOT IT
(00:20:30) White1ce: good
(00:20:52) DarthWeez1915: Propose to her, and on your wedding day, you ask her father to let you break it off with her and let you go your separate ways
(00:21:00) White1ce: NOT REALISTIC
(00:21:01) White1ce: FAGGOT
(00:21:06) White1ce: her dad is in jail
(00:21:10) White1ce: FOR KILLING PEOPLE
(00:21:11) DarthWeez1915: but he has to grant the wish
(00:21:35) White1ce: you sir
(00:21:36) White1ce: are worthless
(00:21:47) DarthWeez1915: I've been trying to help you all along here
(00:22:10) DarthWeez1915: I'm not the one who got pulled into the sordid world of russian organized crime over a pair of tits and a smile
(00:22:44) White1ce: yo
(00:22:48) White1ce: i didnt know about this shit
(00:22:52) White1ce: till after i was pullled in
(00:28:24) DarthWeez1915: He was a simple man, with a simple plan, get lucky with the russian nymph of his dreams. Happiness would have been theirs until he uncovered her family's darkest secret... "Your father's the head of russian organized crime in Vermont!?" Now, in a relationship with a woman he could never love, and a crime family that no one has ever been able to leave, one man will choose to fight. "Weez, I need a plan." With his partner at his side, they will accomplish what no men have ever been able to. They will be involved in the BREAK UP. A Jerry Bruckheimer Production. "You got your musket ready to roll?" Coming this June.
(00:30:27) White1ce: ahhahahaha
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So for my second pick I had a bit of a difficult choice. I started with my favorite trance dj, shouldn't I move onto a punk band, or maybe a pianist? To be honest, I almost did until I went to see Harry Potter with Brian this weekend. On the way into Hoelando I had Sirius pumping out Area 33's Invasion mix and I believe they had on George Acosto. Brian and I both were really feeling it and we were having a great time. Something inside me said "hey, if he likes this, wouldn't he love Tiesto?"

As luck would have it, I just so happened to have Parade of the Athletes in the cd player and hopped immediately to Adagio for Strings. (It's the song up on my profile right now.) B seemed sufficiently intrigued, so as I pulled off of 192 and we made our way into the Disney ubercomplex, I put on Forever Today. Had I my druthers, you'd be hearing Forever Today right now instead of Adagio for Strings, and I'll work to rectify that. I guess this kind of leads (with a heavy hand) into my choice for the next artist you should be listening to: DJ Tiesto.

http://www.myspace.com/trancedjtiesto

Tiesto is probably the most popular DJ to come out of the Netherlands. He's been rated #1 DJ in the world 3 consecutive times by DJ Magazine. That's no small feat. Although he followed in Ferry Corsten's footsteps, he quickly eclipsed the other Dutch DJ with hit vinyl after hit vinyl. Tiesto is the first dj to ever sell out a 25000+ seat concert solo. His remix of Sarah McLachlan's Delerium was the FIRST house track to ever be broadcasted on North American daytime radio, and spent 8 weeks in the UK's top 10. Tiesto was the first and so far ONLY DJ to be the performing artist for an Olympic Opening Ceremony, performing live before billions while being televised around the world and performing in front of tens of thousands there in Athens.

Speaking of Athens, the track on my profile, Adagio for Strings, is the track that nabbed Tiesto the gig at the opening ceremony. In the liner notes for his live cd of the ceremony, Parade of the Athletes, Tiesto mentions that the musical organizers of the ceremony had heard Adagio for Strings and instantly knew that he was the one to meld their vision of old and new for the Summer olympics. The liner notes continue to talk about how the athletes from Holland attempted to storm the djing booth to meet with him.

As of yet, I haven't had the priviledge of seeing Tiesto live in concert, though I have both of his concert DVDs. They're fantastic. His "In Concert" series is completely unlike any other live DJ format I've ever seen. Tiesto brings together dozens of artists and performers, singing live vocals while he mixes, adding acrobatic stage shows, and dance numbers. Pyrotechnics and huge lighting and special effect displays punctuate the marathon sets. I'll be seeing Tiesto in January in Miami, and I can't wait.

So, listen to the track I've got posted on my profile, give him a try, and tell me what you think. I sincerely believe you're going to enjoy Tiesto almost as much as I've come to.

Just be.

I really don't have a lot to add to this page, so what I'm going to TRY to do is once a day (or at least once every time I think of it) is to throw in a blog entry and put a new song on my profile. The blog entry will likely have something about why I like the artist, what I know of their background if any, maybe even a little "I remember when..." like the old fart I'm becoming. So, why do it? I don't know, I love music, I really do. I'm not an artist, I can't really sing, I have no real rhythm, and I've never been able to sit down long enough to learn an instrument, but I adore music. Music is probably my favorite medium.

So, why not get the show started?

http://www.myspace.com/fcorsten

Ferry Corsten is definitely the first trance DJ I actually "got into." I believe my buddy Omar turned me onto Ferry what would have been 6 or 7 years ago. It's not a stretch to say that Ferry's music has been a huge influence on my musical tastes over the last 1/3 of my life. Ferry is/was probably the first Dutch Trance producer to make it big on the global scene. BPM has consistedly rated him among the Top 10 DJs in the world over the past 6 years, and it shows.

As a performing artist, Corsten works his music like a seamstress works cloth. Starting off with a mass of jumbled and often mismatched musical fabrics, Corsten sews one track into another, into another, until what you have heard before you is the most beautiful musical tapestry imaginable.

Ferry takes a crowd on a journey across the evolution of progressive and trance, playing tracks you've never heard, tracks your friends have been telling you about for months, and tracks that you know every beat to by heart. How often does the crowd sing the synth lines back to the DJ? Every time Corsten gets behind the turntables.

The track on my profile by Ferry isn't ACTUALLY the one I would have chosen to represent him at the top of his form. I would have picked Galaxia, Out of The Blue, Time, or preferably, the Spundae mix of Punk. Alas, you go with what you know, or in this case, what you know is available. Rock Your Body Rock is off of his 2003 hit cd Right of Way. This track became a club anthem and got play time from any DJ worth his salt. The simple lyrics are easily shouted along even by out of breath, tired and sweaty dancers.

I'm on a mission
let it take you back and forth
another jam blast gonna make you scream for more
from New York, London to Amsterdam
let's rock
I wanna rock your body rock

There's a reason that out of the dozens and dozens of DJs I've seen live he's still my favorite. He's just that fucking good, and I think you should give him a shot.