Song of the Day Two, The Lonely Farmer

Imagine, if you will, life on a farm. The first rays of dawn shoot over the hilltops, and the fields turn gold with light. A man walks from a humble, yet sturdy shack and stands, hoe in hand, looking out over the crop. He sees, in the morning mist, mirages from his past. A woman cheerfully leading along two small children, twin boys, to pick herbs in the forest. Two young men, learning to mend an oxcart from their father, as their mother hums a melody from within the kitchen. Two adventurers of to seek their fortune, never to return. A pall of death over the land as a woman slips away from this life years before her time. The mist thins and disappears, and small animals frolic in the rows, and birds sing. The lonely farmer collapses, and weeps.

Jokes

"It's just a joke!"
She said,

"No need to get
Upset about it"




So I smile,


And laugh along.




But secretly

I know




Laughing won't




Bring back

My arm.

Song of the Day One, Opening Theme

There is no better way to open than with a theme. There is also no better theme with which to open than the aptly named, Opening Theme. In simple terms, Opening Theme appears to be a theme with which one could, conceivably, open a thing. Ideally, this thing would become manifest as a game. Give it a listen as you read, won't you?

The theme opens with a calm tune, not happy, not sorrowful. Maybe a little wistful, but at the same time, home. It swells slightly and the desire for adventure flares for a moment, but it quickly returns to a calm, wistful tune. It goes to remind of adventure to be had, people to be met, places to go, and worlds unseen, but not to be found. Then it leaves an open, empty space to be filled with forbidden adventures, or perhaps a threatening expanse of nothing profound lest one break custom and seek fortune beyond.

Song of the Day, Prologue

There is a place, in the bowels of the interwebs, in which there is seated a figure. The figure is important. He is seated on a throne that at first glance seems not to even be there. As the wary traveler approaches, though, they will gaze upon a rainbow-hued force, the sight of which will make their very soul move. The observant will notice that it is not actually seen; that is, it is a sight, and it is corporeal, but that the eyes are blind to it. No matter what way they turn, no matter if they close their eyes or not, it remains. As the viewer ponders, the figure rises from the throne, and the colors weave about him, obscuring his face. With the ebb and flow of the omnichromatic force, one can see a mark on his chest. It reads Hello! My name is: McVaffe. In this moment it comes to light. That rainbow was never seen, rather it was a blessed, flawless sound, producing a vivid picture with its beauty. McVaffe rises a foot from the ground, and reaches out a hand. When it is taken, a journey of music begins.

Starting tomorrow, there will be twenty consecutive days of posts regarding the masterwork The Three Realms.

Story One, Chapter Two

They smell of ozone. It emanates from them, as does the humming. Every so often, when the humming grows, it can almost overpower the pungent smog that flows from the Burning Fields.When the wires give off a puff of smoke, it rises and soon joins the ominous rotating mass above. We pray it never rains. It happened last month, and even the putrid air could not conceal the stench of death.

GLaDOS's Lament Part XIX

She fled
From my sensors.
In the deepest reaches
Of the center
That I had allowed to fall
Into disrepair.
I began to
Formulate
Plans within plans.
I called to her
With love.
With hate.
With sorrow.
With fear.
She did not falter.
That much
She had learned from me.
I readied the turrets.
Armed with bullets,
And missiles,
They laid in wait for her.
The cake
I had prepared
For her
A lifetime ago
Laid hidden from her.
She deserved no reward.
Only death.
She evaded my traps
And finally
Found me.

Song of the Week 8: 'Lost in Jungle' by Johan Krafft

Contrary to Reogan's belief I am in fact, not dead yet. I have returned this time on a Friday to bring you Song of the Week 8 (my .5 feature is going to take a break for a bit as I work through my schedule). It's from Donkey Kong Country, and the very first mix of Johan Krafft (from Sweden). This has to be in my top 5 favorite songs, it just comes together so nice. I can't get over the fact this was all made in Sonar. The source is perfect, the piano is awesome, and that synth is perfect for it's role. The expansion from 1:55 to 2:00 is chilling as the bass is brought in afterwords to create a really awesome piece. It's simple, yet it's complex, really cool stuff. The jungle noises near the end are sort of interesting and it changes it a bit (dang I feel like I'm just copying djpretzel's review). Overall it's just a really cool piece with the perfect source tune. If you're going to listen to any of my song of the week posts from this point on, I reccomend this one first. Love it.

Lost in Jungle

A topic rather close to me...

This week's topic will be so-called "normalcy". What is it? Who defines it? Is anything ever truly "normal"?

Okay, let's start with the first question. What exactly is "normal"? (Actually, there's a town called Normal, IL, population 35,672. But I digress...) Back to dictionary.com again! Their first definition is "conforming to the standard or the common type". Obviously, that "type" depends on what you're describing as "normal", like a "normal" life, "normal" personality, "normal" blog (something we can be safe from--thank you, Reogan), etc.

But who decides what is "standard" or "common"? Common is a little easier to define; it's basically what occurs often. For example, a "normal" day for my dog is to eat, sleep, bark at cars and birds, and stare at moving shadows. He does these things a lot, so that is what "normal" or common is for him.

However, what about more obscure things, like personalities or attitudes? Obviously, there may be some things that aren't considered "normal" anywhere, such as "secretly hiding 17 cashews in the chest hair of Burt Reynolds, then attempting to retrieve each nut via a custom-built Dirt Devil or similar hand-held suction device" (courtesy of The History Channel's quiz, "How Weird Are You?"). I highly doubt there is a culture out there that would think of that as "normal" behavior. But what about something a little less extreme? We all have our own little idiosyncrasies--be it writing poetry about the undead, singing show tunes in different languages, getting excited when a new Bruce Willis movie comes out... whatever. Does that necessarily make us weird?

(The fact that I have confessed my strangeness to various people has no bearing on this at all. Probably.)

Wishing

I had always wished
For you


To come back.





Still

Now that you have
I can't help

But wish


You lived





And didn't hunger

For brains.

Song of the Week Reogan Style: 'A Hero's Legacy' by Evan Pattison

Met's dead for tax reasons for the week. So I claim this week's SOTW as my own. I am required by law to inform you that this one is non-canonical and unofficial. Yet I will never tell you because I enjoy taking credit where credit is not due.

This weeks song is A Hero's Legacy by Evan Pattison. While I listened to the peace, I remembered what Zelda is about; bittersweet victory. Much like my thought process, it seems to start with death. Death of a glorious sort. Then there is sorrow. Rain falls and pools upon the cobblestones of the marketplace. A light blossoms in the graveyard, and flowers fill with water. In time, they wilt and, though forgotten, the hero's tomb still softly gives peace and hope to those that near. Discovered again, in a latter age, the tomb is covered by a statue to the ancient Hero, Link. It stands, forever, solemnly reminding everyone of the deeds that brought them peace.




Fun Fact! Since he had a double post on Monday, and he secured SOTW, Reogan will have posted five times in a row before Elphaba's Friday Feature.