Albino Rhino
Posted by meggan on January 31st, 2010 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
What is this? What does this mean?
Do you hear yourself asking these questions? I certainly did at first, but now, I just understand.
Albino Rhino, not only a rare and perfectly normal beast, but also the name of the band I sing in. If you like music inspired from the very depths of your taint and scorched unholy out of the mouths of babes, mixed with some nice flavored greens, submerged in vinegar, and hung out to dry in the impeding winds, then you will love us.
I set up a link to one of our songs… Holy War, which you may now listen to.
This came about quite by happenstance, Marc was jamming out like a boy with turrets, Anthony was following, and Chris whipped out a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket and said, I think we have a new song and here are some words I wrote.
My first thoughts: how do I squeeze all those words in, hell I’ve done it before? As I’m now the master of squeezing elephantine sized things into miniscule places, I accepted the challenge.
Much of what we do is a collaboration on the part of all of us. What makes our music unique is, we are all inspired by different genres of music and bring that inspiration into the birth of Albino Rhino.
If you had to be trampled, wouldn’t you want to be trampled by a mysterious magical endangered species?
Just say YES!
We’re here to trample our listeners and knock them out with our incredible edible music…
~serve and enjoy
Addiction
Posted by meggan on October 15th, 2009 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
There are many things in this world that peak my interest, even to the point of addiction. I never saw the point in smoking, it actually disgusts me. The smoke, the smell, and the taste as it slithers in your mouth, over your tongue and down your throat. Burning, smoky, and screaming for more. I cough, gag, and loose my ability to speak. Smoking is not my addiction.
Driving fast exhilarates me. My senses are riding on the edge of my seat. Prepared for the inevitable, but never really expecting it. Soaring fast down the dark, smooth, virgin pavement while flames are sparking out from the bottom. I can see a whirl of life fly by, trees, but not as individuals, they make a long blurred horizontal line. Driving fast is not my addiction.
Chocolate singes my internal desires. Creamy desires melt slowly in my hot mouth and then trickles quickly down the back of my long throat. Crackle goes the package as I slowly, yet impatiently, unwrap the shiny paper. My mouth is so eager, my brain and hands can’t satisfy what my mouth wants fast enough. Finally, destination is accomplished, all is satisfied, repeat motions, do it again and again, until, oh… empty. Chocolate is not my addiction.
I love sex in the morning; orgasms in the AM. I love moonless nights when everything is so dark and all you can do is rely on your on self to succeed. I love coffee… oh just the thought makes my heart leap for joy. The taste, the aroma, the feeling of being alive and awake and ready to embrace whatever the day will throw at me. It’s my 5 minutes of true pleasure, all mine, I don’t have to share, only I get to enjoy it. I don’t have to explain why I love coffee. It’s universally acknowledged that coffee has become the largest addiction for most humans and most just get why without explanation. Coffee is not my addiction!
Music, the need to create. This is an inherent desire wrapped and intricately woven around the very essence of who I am. Creating music for me is to breathing for most. I would be lost, wandering helplessly around this world without it. You may find me incoherent, rambling nonsense, homeless, lying in your bed at night disoriented. You might phone authorities, you might just shoot, I might die… Music, the ability to create, is my addiction.
Beginning of a Story…
Posted by meggan on April 13th, 2009 filed in Uncategorized1 Comment »
She sat sipping coffee and taking notes in the hustle and bustle of mall life. As she watched people rushing by she noticed they began to blurr together. Instead of humans she saw name brands, cell phones, fancy shoes that went clickity clack on the pale colored floor and plastic bags of all sizes bouncing on these faceless beings. She refocused her vision, she was on a mission, she must concentrate. She continued to jot down her observances while she drank her coffee. The motions became a rhythm, scribble scribble sip sip watch watch scribble scribble sip sip watch watch and so on until she herself began to feel swooped up into the blurr as if in the vortex of a tornado.
Stream Of Consciousness
Posted by meggan on March 19th, 2009 filed in Uncategorized2 Comments »
Oh it’s tantalizing all right, the way it trickles down the mountain unrestrained, untainted, unabashed by the way it makes people feel. Reaching out to it with my big toe, waiting, waiting, until finally, awe, what a feeling of complete and pure ecstasy. Nothing better than a mountain wash on a hot day, as I emerge myself entirely into its rushing yet patient waters, I withdraw all thoughts, no thinking, just feeling, feeling the way the pure coolness charges through my body stampeding the uncomfortable warmth straight out back into a cycle of photosynthesis. Steam, Steam rises higher and higher away from me and back to the earth. I whisper good-bye and good-day, see you on the flip my long tyrant friend. I’m floating on my back now, staring up to ski. What a beautiful day it is, while emerged in the cool waters. Only moments ago I was agonizing over the beauty of the day and the heat of the day, but now emerged, I appreciate all those things I disliked. Funny how that happens! The clouds float by, one by one, changing from parading elephants to a bear on a ball. It appears we have a circus in the clouds, its very entertaining, it’s like dinner and a show, but its more a swim and a show. But not like water ballet, although I remember watching an old movie with women swimming around performing water ballet, they were so synchronized and I remember being in awe over the graceful preening, not in a vain, look at me kind of way, but more like a smooth organized sort of way, graceful. I flip over so my legs sink below me. I’m treading water now, I didn’t realize how deep this pool was, anyway, I decide to try water ballet. While I’m thinking about it that is. I bring up one leg, ugh, the water is heavy and it’s difficult manipulating my leg through it. Cobwebs, it feels like cobwebs, I can’t get out of the web. Wait, I thought I was swimming in water, not cobwebs. I look just in time to see a dew drop from the early morning still shimmering in the corner of this flawless, tailor-made web. Well then, if I’m in a web, where is the spider? Has it left for the day, is it coming back soon? I only spoke too soon!
Spam is my # 1 Fan
Posted by meggan on November 21st, 2008 filed in Uncategorized3 Comments »
I can’t tell you how many times I have to delete the spam who try to leave comments on this page. Spam is my number one fan and is always leaving me comments. Spam cares about me. Spam wants me to know what my options are in regard to all sorts of things like financial control, weight loss, money making markets, curing erectile dysfunction(which I suffer greatly from) and education. Its nice to know that spam cares and has my best interest at heart, I’m sure!
Thoughts on Death
Posted by meggan on November 17th, 2008 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
I was somebody’s baby once
as I lay dreaming my life as it has passed
standing on the corner, reality,
my life is moving so fast
not time to even utter the word stop
death sits quietly in the corner
allowing me these few moments
why is death so taunting
Is death teasing me?
It creeps slowly upon me like a shadow
the stages of my life coming to a close
a few faces are evident to me, but I can’t
tell them goodbye
I was somebody’s baby once
I lay helpless like an infant
death has come
death is done teasing me
it is within this last breath I take
that I realize time exists in more
than an intangible form, it exists in
death.
The World and the Toy Box
Posted by meggan on October 8th, 2008 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
Here it is in a nutshell. Why is it in a nutshell, well I’m not sure, I think it’s because why not. This is how I see things, as my imagination is expansive and very non linear. When I think of life, the universe, and us I imagine that we are someone’s lost toy. Shoved under the bed with the dust bunnies. A couple of thousand years ago we were yanked out of the toy box and poked around a bit, but then we rolled our way back to that exclusive hiding place. This greater being is just a big kid who likes run around and dance to odd music, challenge it’s parents, argue with all things logical and play pratical jokes on the people and animals that reside around it(if we’re made in it’s image, then this would make sense). I say it, because although I instantly think of a young boy, for maturity reasons, it could just as well be a girl. In all reality, if this even can exist as a reality, it matters not what the gender is, it is where we are, who we are, where we’re at and that is that.
I’m wondering, we may be due for a big poking!
Slowing of the Seasons
Posted by meggan on October 3rd, 2008 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
Changing leaves, sweet aromas on the wind, hint of warmth twinkles through the clouds, a subtle chill clinging to sweaters and turtle necks. Life changes, seasons cycle, time passes and people grow older. I’ve been alive for 31 autumns. I’ve seen 30 full cycles of the seasons; as I was born in the spring. I never grow tired of watching the changes every year, it still amazes me like a child’s first introduction to snow. I’m enthralled by it’s entertainment and the way it glows on a string of time.
Winter will soon be upon us, but we are being entertained by fall, so enjoy!
Pile leaves, make applesauce, buy warm colorful sweaters and embrace change.
This is so cool!
Posted by meggan on September 30th, 2008 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
Changing web hosts is the way to go. Look at how cool it can be. I promise to post more interesting musings tomorrow, I just wanted to accentuate the coolness of this.
Until tomorrow then…
New Site!
Posted by meggan on September 30th, 2008 filed in Uncategorized1 Comment »
Coming soon, I promise.