Pleasure and Pain

Well, well.

What a difference a day makes.

Sometimes I believe in certain modes of thought that allow us to have faith in what is going on around us. I’m not talking religion, but those simple phrases that help us understand that there may be a reason to the chaos. The one theory that has struck me lately is pleasure and pain. Simply for all the good things that happen, balance is necessary to be corrected and thus bring some “pain” needs to be brought to the table.

I say this as two events have come to my attention that although seemingly unlinked, give this idea some validity.

Yesterday I found out that a good YouTube friend of mine (mynameischrisyeah) had been in what sounds like a very serious car accident. My best wishes still go out to him and hope he has a full recovery. If I get the time tonight I’ll do a video in his ‘digital’ honour as the unfortunate crash has left his subscribers with nothing to watch for some time. The guy is a legend, and if his comedic mind is prevented from being exposed to the masses before he gets his chance, then that would be a tragic and unforgiveable twist of fate.

I also received the new album from Them Crooked Vultures. This supergroup, consisting of Dave Grohl, John Paul Jones and Josh Homme is almost the perfect line up… and it doesn’t disappoint. On reflection, these two events are not comparable, but life is never that straightforward. It’s a real pleasure to listen to a new album that makes you feel like you’ve found a gem, buried beneath the truck load of shit that passes for music at the moment. It’s hopefully going to set me up nicely for when I see them live in December – I really am looking forward to seeing Mr Grohl live again! (a personal drumming GOD of mine.)

As my usual forté is randomness, the other quick bit of news I have is that my beard is finally maturing. Beards are funny things and there is a point when suddenly, people start noticing your facial hair and realise that you are not just doing it for a joke. I was in my local Tesco the other day and the checkout guy just mentioned “nice beard mate” …and made my day. :)

I have friends that admire the beard, almost like it is another person in the group, which is strange but reassuring that it has been accepted into the circle of trust so easily. Women love it. This year really has been a year of beards and facial hair. I almost completely forgot to mention that the current month of November has been taken over by moustaches. “Movember” makes me as a bearded fellow, feel that little bit more socially acceptable.

Gone are the days where the beard represented the evil side of society. The murderers, rapists, tramps and all other unkempt types have been simply segregated and the amount of ‘beard love’ has been rising all year. I ****ing love it.

Well I hope you still enjoy reading my witterings, but please spread the word if you fancy helping me out and tell people about my blog, which I still intend to keep updated as much as possible.

Til’ next time,

Snare.