Song of the Month - Paradox

Paradox is an older song on the Infinity album that I wrote, probably my best. It's got a seriously catchy riff. Like all good techno songs it's repetitive, and I'll probably end up using it as the background music for a video game some time, probably a shooter of some kind.

This song took me a long time to get right, and even still I fiddled with it more. I have two remixes and I'm working on a third. The riff is great, I just want to get all the other parts to work together to make it perfect. This version I've uploaded is the original. The lame vocal part features my voice.

It doesn't have any depth or meaning, it's just an awesome riff that popped into my head one day that I just had to turn into a song. One day it might become the theme song for it's own flash game.

On a Scale of One to Twenty-Three

"On a scale of one to ten" is boring. It's overused, and it's a cliché. But worse than that, it's predictable, and everyone just spits out a seemingly random number between one and ten when asked. It doesn't require you to actually think about what you're saying.

Poetry Friday - Whenever Life Takes Over

You’ll turn around and look on back,

One day far from now.

You’ll stop and study all that was,

And see what you allowed.

You’ll see what happened miserably,

And where you had success.

Under a microscope you’ll see,

What you never did assess.

Fireball Soccer

Yes, you read the title correctly. Last weekend my life group had a sleepover during the school holidays, and one of the games our leaders decided to play was Fireball Soccer. If you're not familiar with the game, it sounds pretty ridiculous. And we were all a little shocked to hear that was what we were doing.

It was merely a hessian bag rolled up and held together with wire that was then drenched in a flammable liquid and lit on fire. All the rules of soccer applied, the only difference being the fact that this was not a standardised soccer ball.

But so long as no one kicked above knee height (the punishment being dunked in the dam at nine at night) and everyone wears jeans (the leaders brought a heap of spare pairs) and there's a bucket of water on standby; everything will be fine... hopefully.

The Time I Saw a Plane Crash

I was on a plane on my way to Japan, and I had a seat next to a little kid, he couldn't have been more than three years old. The hostesses came around handing out hot towels and headphones and stuff, and for all the little kids, they had plush Japan Airlines planes. Little soft toys that resembled the plane we were flying in.

So the hostess hands one of these little planes to the kid next to me and he starts playing with it while I put my bag away and buckle myself in.