AN INCOHERENT RAMBLING

12/12/25

This post is going to be all over the place. I apologize. I wasn't 100% sure what I wanted to write about this week. I had some stuff I needed to get done for my classes and I lost track of time. So here we are. I was maybe going to do an album review (most likely posted next week) but didn't get around to doing so. It's the end of the semester and my brain is melting. Not only is my brain a steaming pile of mush, but my sinuses are trying to kill me. Making me cough. Keeping me up at night. This damn cough! I'm finally on the tail end of it. Or so I hope...I just need to sit down and write something. Anything! Get a post out. 

I'm sitting at my desk listening to a playlist I made in high school. There's a lot of music I haven't heard in ages. I forgot I still had the playlist in my library. It's slow. Acoustic stuff mostly. There's a great version of "Stand By Me" by Oasis on here, Live at Boneheads. A fully acoustic version. Liam on lead vocals, Noel playing guitar and singing backup, and Alan White whipping around a tambourine. Brilliant rendition. Oh, jeez. "I'm So Tired" by Fugazi? I used to listen to that song all the time when I was sad. A few Duster songs too. And moody Mac Demarco shit. So many demo versions. The high school diary of a "depressed" music snob. The Teenage Cancer Trust version of "Wonderwall" is on here. Noel gives it a breath of fresh air, but it sucks the air out of you. Hauntingly beautiful. A different kind of emotion from the studio version. A different cadence. It seriously changes the whole song. Another highlight is the slow demo version of "Isn't It A Pity" by George Harrison. Soul crushing. It plays at the end of the first episode of Get Back, the previously unreleased footage from the Let It Be sessions, when George quits the band. I remember that scene vividly. George gets up and says, "I think I'll be leaving the group now." When he walks out of frame, the song plays and it shows the remaining members of the Beatles talking silently amongst themselves, the studio crew, and their spouses. F**king sad dude. Such a great choice by the director to use that song. It really puts their attitudes in perspective.

Isn't it a wonderful thing to rediscover music you used to listen to? To remember why you liked the song in the first place? I wouldn't say the playlist reminds me of the best times in my life, but that's a story for my therapist. Sometimes you forget the songs that had a profound impact on your life. I know for a fact that I sat with tears in my eyes feeling every note and every word of every song on that playlist. Thank god I was straight edge at that point in time. I can fully admit that some of the tracks are making me cringe now, but I understand why I listened to them. The lyrics are somehow still ingrained into my mind. Shocking to say the least. Remember, my brain is currently in a liquidy heap on the floor, fizzing, popping, fusing with the carpet and attracting flies.

Should I start writing short stories? I've been thinking about it. Genuinely. Would you guys read that? Or is it a lost cause already? That'd give me something else to do if I get burnt out writing about music. Which I don't know if I ever will. But in cases such as this, when I can't think properly, I could commit a short story to the void. I know what you're thinking. You need to think when you're writing a short story! Yes, however, writing fictitious pieces demands a different kind of thinking. I'll put my overactive imagination to good use. I'll write a sloppy story when I can't think critically any longer. But only if you'll read them. Let me know. When I write my album reviews I tend to scribble what the songs makes me visualize, so basically you've already read some uber-short stories. You do know you're trapped now right? I'm going to do it. Silly I know. But this is my website. I do what I want.

I've also come up with an idea for a short film. I have just now realized that I want to test the waters in every type of media imaginable. Do you know how many times I've thought about buying a film camera? Way too many. I'm going to do it someday. I already write blog posts and songs, so why can't I try photography? Or creative writing? Or making a short film? I have so many ideas in my head that I know would be super rad--if I had the know-how of course. I already started this f**king blog as another outlet to be creative with. I guess I'm just never satisfied enough. Creatively that is. Get your head out of the gutter perv...

Anyways, I have a great idea for a short film. I see the first shot in my mind. I know what music will go over it. Some of the story is there. I've actually had this idea for a while and every time I tell people I want to make it I get shot down. I'm not going to tell you what my idea is! I don't want you to steal it and leave me high and dry. Again, the issue is the execution. I know it'll be a lot harder than I think it is. But I know some people. I have connections. Good lord, but where will I get the money? I'll think on it some more I guess.

The title of this post was not a lie. The whole thing is a rambling mess. I think I was just too lazy to flesh out an actual idea. This'll be one of many times I start typing with no actual direction. Fingers on the keys, clacking until I get bored. The life of a creative. Is that pretentious? Not sure. I've posed a lot of questions. None of which will actually be answered. Most of which don't need to be. The entire point of this blog is to ramble nonsense and call it "writing". You knew that from the first post. Don't act like you didn't! Unless you're just now joining us here on Cosmic Smell DOT Com, you knew what you were in for. Then again, this site is in an endless void of content so it's not like it matters anyway.

I think I'll actually make a short stories section if you, the readers, want me to. I'm endlessly obsessed with creating. It doesn't matter if it's utter drivle. I will do it. Except drawing and painting. Dear god, keep me away from that.

Thanks 'fer sitting through my incoherent ramblings. 

Stay cool. See you next week...

Cheers,

Jack