Small world, you bastards...

- "Brian Wilson Presents SMiLE"
- Applying for college scholarships
- Blogging
- Questioning women
- Why are almost all my friends mental cases?

I don't know why I'm posting what I'm doing and thinking on this, maybe it's an attempt for a... better... post. I honestly don't know what to write, or what to think, since I'm busy with SMiLE and scholarship crap. But at the same time, my mind is rushing with ideas and questions. Questions nobody can ever know how to answer because just about everybody doesn't know a dime about me.

Alright, I'm listening to SMiLE, 07) "Wonderful" through 10) "Surf's Up", I have in my head, the most incredible visualization of how this music, this album, can be played out in a film, and I mean a full-length feature film... about someone whom nobody understands, and has a beautiful mind and imagination... I wish I could say it was about me, but that'd be lying to myself... and I visualize it anyway everytime I hear it when I am outside. It's very beautiful. This album is very beautiful.

I can relate to Brian Wilson completely, at times. He had this incredible idea for an album in the 60s, but his group The Beach Boys didn't approve, and thought it was too fucked over tenfold to do, so they called it "Smile"... and it was okay, don't getme wrong... but that was it. Okay.

It wasn't a "Sgt. Pepper" killer. Not just that, it instead killed the Beach Boys. Brian Wilson left, got into a mental breakdown... then made "SMiLE".

"SMiLE", the "Smile" he wanted... and the "Sgt. Pepper" killer we've been waiting for to see if it was ever possible. Sure, Rolling Stones Magazine didn't say it, but I am: "Brian Wilson Presents SMiLE" is the epitome of musical art, to me.

Now, I forgot, how does this guy relate to me? I got as many brilliant ideas, I'm sure we all do, yes, but we ourselves are the obstacles. After that statement, it is a fine line: those who can break that obstacle, like Brian did, or enclose themselves with these ideas and nobody will ever know about your genius. Making a blog for myself is a step-up, you have no idea. That was my obstacle: being heard, and being heard well and by at least a few people if possible.

And now I forgot why I called this post "Small world, thanks to you bastards" (UPDATE). I'm not yelling at anybody, but I'm still yelling at everybody. Everybody narrow, everybody boring, shitfaced, EVERYBODY-WHO-HAS-SOMETHING-TO-SAY:

Wake up!

- Ant