Hate Tastes Like Victory?

Note: This is going to seem much more like a position paper than a blog entry. This is also the internet so I am going to spice it up with some multi media, a few musical interludes and a you tube or two. BTW, I also learned how to do html coding so that the links either open a new browser window or tab depending on your browser settings, so feel free to click away without losing your place in my wonderful soapbox sandbox.


There are a few issues which really get my motor running, tee me up, and make me get out a pen and write up a list (nsfw). Those issues, in no particular order are, abuse of women and children, the dh rule, and racism.

There are many reasons for racism, and I will touch on some of them, but what I really want to speak about is how far off the path we have strayed.

There is a theory in social psychology that talks about in groups and out groups. We strive like hell to become a part of the in group, and once there, fight to stay. We develop mores, and expected behaviours.

Many philosophers, psychic bunny rabbits, and holy rollers believe that human beings have this thing inside them that makes us strive to belong. In fact, strive may not be a strong enough word. We NEED to belong. We need families, peer groups, swinger circles, geekapolooza thursday nights at the local coffee shop. Some of us do the most ridiculous things in order to belong.




People will dress up in funny costumes, wear make up, and chant slogans just to belong to the in group. So I tend to agree that yeah, everyone has it coded in their dna somewhere that they need to belong; that without belonging life has little meaning.

Sometimes these are healthy groups, like say the boy scouts, and sometimes they are just evil and wrong, like say the Nazis.

The inescapable truth about belonging is that in order to belong, you need to not belong as well. In order not to belong, and to make you feel like you have chosen the right group to be a part of, you can do one of two things. Make your group stronger or make the other group weaker.

Here's another inescapable truth about human beings. We are friggin lazy. If you think pride is the route of all sin, I got one thing to say to you. This:




Sloth, laziness leads to us cutting corners in everything we do, that includes thinking. We develop schema just so things will be easier. In many respects, our eyesight is even based on memory instead of actually working. We see what we expect to see. I am sure many of you have taken that little reading test where the letter are all jumbled inside the words, and yet you were able to read it alright. This isn;t an example of the wondrous brain and how it can decode things, it is actually an example of how lazy the brain is. It sees what it expects to see and then makes things conform to those thoughts and ideas.

This is how we live our lives, and this is how we strengthen our groups. Not from the inside, but rather from the outside.

In a nutshell, what I am trying to get at is, groups use an external locus of control over the esteem of the group.

This can be harmless, or mostly so. Take for example the boy scouts. Here;s a little known fact about me, I was in the boy scouts....heck, I was super scout. Like always, when I actually get off my lazy ass, I do everything to the fullest. I actually achieved the highest honour in Canadian Scouting. I was the shit. I was also in Air Cadets. I know, geek rightÉ You try saying no to a hot 16 year old girl when you are 13 and she is saying, you wanna come hang out with me, learn self defense, shoot guns and learn to fly? Uhmmm no get away from me chick....yeah right. I signed up, immediately.

Anyway, the point to this trip down memory and mammary lane is that those two groups made fun of each other. When each found out I was a member of the other, they made it very hard on me. They would try everything to make me not want to belong to the other group. They did this instead of extolling the virtues of their own group. One would say the other is mean, and one would say the other was a bunch of pansies.

Sure, they could have just felt safe in that I belonged to the group and just tried to make my experience better in the group, but nah, that was a lot like work.

The problem arises when the outgroup hazing becomes destructive. Nothing bad has ever come out of projecting your fears and prejudices outward right?

Eventually it isn't enough just to denigrate.

What I am talking about is the difference between prejudice and discrimination.

Prejudice is unavoidable. We all have prejudices. We all feel things about other people and other groups. Some of it is based on fact, and some of it is based on stereotyping. Some of it is because of experience, and some of it is because we just want to feel better about ourselves.

Take the example of the NPR firing Juan Williams.

What this dude sad was that prejudice is a fact of life. Stereotyping is what we do. If you continue to listen to everything he said, you will notice he was saying it needs to stop at prejudice and not make it in to the realm of acting on it.

It is easy for us to say, when we see a muslim person we immediately get uneasy. It is much more difficult for us to examine the reasons why and to discuss how we can bridge that understanding with a little good old fashioned rethinking. It is also important to break the habit of acting on it. This is the crux of his position.

It was brave of him to admit his fear and prejudice.

It is a fear that has been reinforced time and again by north American media. It is a prejudice that we are fed constantly. To admit that you have fallen prey to this is not weakness, nor is it racism.

You see we all have prejudice, be it about the dirty bum on the streets, the guy who doesn't like star wars, or the muslim family that just moved in down the street. The difference comes when we decide how to act on it.

I mentioned Andre, and here's the thing. A group of douche bags decided that their group was put down and put upon by black people. They decided it would be good to rid the world of this scourge. Thus, they killed him, in front of me.

This was a mistake on their part because it led to me finding my own voice, and my own prejudice. It led to this attitude.



This is sort of like the epitome of what I am talking about when I say out group rage. An in group created out of anger and hate that devolves in to violence on both sides. Does it really matter if one group is righteous in their anger or not? The result is still the same.

So I think about a line from the good batman. It kind of sums up the idea that prejudice is in us, but what we do with it matters.




So in the end, we see that actions speak louder than words. Racism is about actively spreading hate. It is about actively seeking to destroy or weaken the out group. Racism is not about thinking someone is bad because of stereotypes.

I would love to be able to change the hearts and minds of everyone who has prejudice in this world for people based on ridiculous notions. I would like to be able to help people understand that in order to progress and become a more perfect society we need to shed all those things that cause fear and hatred to bring us down.

I can't. I can't make you see that people are just people. Some are good, some are bad. Some are white, some are black. Some believe in Jesus and some don't. I can't make you see the inherent value in all people....you know, until they prove themselves douches.

What I can do is change the way we act on these thoughts and feelings. We can all say it is not ok to mistreat people because of our feelings towards them, no matter what those feelings are.

We have come a long way since the caves, but there are still miles to go before we sleep.

We no longer club things over the head and drag them back to our cave when we want them. This is progress.

We still need to realise that we don't have to fight with each other to make the world a better place for our group. I am not sure what the perfect solution is, but carving out a niche for our group, being free to practice whatever strange rituals we wish to that do not harm others is a start. Not being mistreated because of this is essential.

You don't have to like me, or what I do, but that doesn't mean you should spread hatred for me. And it sure as shit doesn't mean we have to put up with that kind of behaviour.

Yet we do. We do it all the time. We ring our hands, shake our fists and say, wow that sucks big time, yet we do nothing to change it. We give acceptance that the behaviour is ok by not speaking out against it.

We hide from things we don't like because...wait for it....we are all lazy. We cannot sit idly by and let people spread hatred and fear, no matter why they are doing it.

We can accept in our hearts that people will always fear, distrust, and even sometimes hate the outgourp, but that doesn''t mean we have to sit by and let them do their thing, even if it isn't to our group.

We do each other a disservice when we don't act.

To paraphrase greatness, with free speech comes great responsibility.

We shouldn't make it so they can't say what they want. We need to make it so that they don't want to say what they want. Make them such an outgroup that they can't stand not to be in our group. The group of the sane, rational individual.

Join my group. The group of the normal average everyday person who is just trying to make their way in this world while trying not to hate on others.

Don't let hate or discrimination in to your group please.






Well that went to a different place than intended...so much for a position paper, though it did get a little technical. Oh well.

Random is as Random does.

I was trying to decide between one blog entry and a few smaller ones. Since I am an attention whore I am going to just throw everything out there, so this is going to be very very random.

For starters, cooler heads only half prevailed yesterday. I am of course speaking about the US election. Now one might wonder why I am so interested in this. Two reasons really. The first being, my favourite person lives in the US. The second is that too many people here want to emulate the US in everything, including politics.
So, the big deal is, that none of the real crazies won, and that is good. Some of the minor crazies did. That is a shame. I was really buying in to the rall to restore sanity, and was hoping it might actually take hold some.
Anyway, my thoughts are that it would be a terrible thing for us to import the american way of doing such business, that's all.

So, yesterday I was writing about living each day as if it mattered. The thought occuredd to me that what s the definition of a good day. I immediately began to download the entire discography of Joe Satriani. Sometimes it's just the small things that matter, and the big things can just show when they show.

I was also thinking about being shot. Part of a live each day like it might be your last is thinking about some of those close calls. I almost never tell the story of what happened that day, and never what happened before and after. The reason I don't tell the story is that it always begs the questions of why we were there and what happened after. Also, I tend not to tell it because it makes me look good. The one thing you might notice from my stories of yesteryear is that I rarely tell any that make me look good or in which I am the sympathetic character. I prefer to tell stories about others in that way.
Anyway, for those who think I misspelled my fb entry yesterday, you may want to google sabe, and you will find that it is an incredibly poignant star wars referrence in relation to the story of how I took a bullet meant for someone else.

I have also been thinking about why I do this. I recently read through the entire archive on this site and found what I want to be dong with it.
Every writer wants to do two things. The first is to entertain. If you don't enjoy your time reading what I write, then I have failed. Writing is not a noble cause, or a divine calling. It is a form of entertainment, unless you are writing a technical manual, but that isn't really writing, that's more spewing forth useless information that works better than ambien. Writing is about understanding that we all lead incredibly busy, complicated lives, and that when we take the time to read something, we want to be entertained. We want a break from the workaday world. Even if that break is in the form of psuedo philisophical pretentious ramblngs from a crazy dude. There is nothing special about a writer, apart from the fact that they have a chance to help people relax and immerse themselves in to something, if even for just a little while.
The other reason is to make people think. I like having that effect on people. It doesn't particularily matter if they agree with me or not. I just like the discussion. I like to know they are paying attention and that we are progressing n the world, and not just stagmating and letting life walk past us while we are driving the kids to schooll or hussling to that meeting.

Again, some random stuff. I don't really have anything profound today, but I am working on it. By frday I will have part 3 of the story online. I am going to take some more time with it, because I rushed the last one out, and it felt weak to me.

I just wanted to share a few small things today and remind you of what to expect from me. A little less self discovery and a little more free for all fun.

My brother's keeper.

I am not my brother's keeper, nor am I his executioner either.

In two weeks, my brother will be dead for a whole year. I have not progressed.

I thought I was over it, but as it turns out, I am neck deep in the shit he left behind.

I want to tell you about my brother.

I guess for starters, he really isn't my brother. I am an only child and always will be, and that I suppose is sad.

I first met the E in the fall of one of those 90's years. Anj had friends at this one school, and The fishman and I wanted to sell there, so we decided to go hang out at the smoking area.

There was this dork there. He was gangly, pale and had not realised he needed to start shaving. A fatherless sort. He didn't actually smoke, but the nerds had cut him loose, for though he was in the gifted classes with them, he was too dark and disturbing for them. He was lost adrift in a sea of pony tails and leather jackets. He had no idea where he belonged and so he just started going places to see if he fit in there. I had been street bound for just over 7 months when I saw him there.

At first the fish and I thought he looked like a mark, but he rejected the ffish straight up. That was when John the idiot spoke up. He told us to forget the kid and just move on. That was sort of like flagging him as cool for me, that was how much I respected John the idiot. If the idiot didn`t like him, then he was my kind of people.

Less than a month later E was living with me and we were crackin skulls, smokin bowls and breaking hearts.

It was right around the time he showed up with a giant hockey bag full of every kind of sharp object you can imagine that I knew he and I were meant to be.

We were nigh on inseperable for years. We always shared the same living space and we did everything together. We experimented with everything short of buttsecks.

It`s kind of funny looking back now, realising how messed up we were, yet how we clung to each other`s friendship for dear life.

He killed his first man at 16. I think he did it so I wouldn`t have to. Sad really. The violence was much easier for him.

I saved his life at 17.

Long story short, I was led to believe he had been killed. I was at a funeral in the us when it happened...suppoisedly.

He was told that I was killed coming back.

He took off and I took off.

That all changed just before my birthday last year. In a story that no one would believe if they saw it on tv (which by the way pretty much sums up my life) we ran in to each other. We were both visiting the dead fish.

Anyway, we had a rough go of it. The hard part was that when we saw each other, it was like old times. It was like nothing had ever changed, but alas it had. I was no longer the G I used to be....god I am white.

I was trying to find meaning and direction. A purpose with which to live life by. Some semblance of normalcy after what had been a decidedly unnormal life.

We both got in to each other`s heads. He trying to convince me I was and always would be me, and me to convince him he could change and roll with me.

The guilt caught up to him. You see, he had killed a lot of people, and he couldn`t face what I offered. He couldn`t ignore the past and let it wash away as easily as I had apparently done. People tried to convince me I could be saved and reborn, and he knew in his heart it wasn`t true.

I told him no more. I told him we was through, and well, he took it like a champ. After the gun waving and the hired goons, he said ok.

Then he called me and said it wasn`t going to happen, he couldn`t deal.

Two weeks later he was dead.

I am not sure why I am writing this. Maybe it is just to say that the kids arren`t alright. That the world isn`t all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.

There are deep dark places in this world full of deep dark people. But that doesn`t have to be the world we live in.

I feel like I have been in this soul rending struggle for over a year now. This struggle of self exploration and definition. Like any of it matters.

No definition can capture the gestalt of a person. No single volume, or trilogy can really capture the essence of the human experience as manifested in any individual.

Yet we all struggle to define ourselves. Some of us do it narrowly. We choose a single or a few small definitions, and some go all Meredith brooks on themselves and classify themselves diametrically opposed to themselves.

For me the struggle is over. I am finally at peace with who and what I am. I am no longer bothered by the me of yesteryear, the me of today or the me of tomorrow.

I am no longer attempting to narrowly define myself or my service to this world.

I am born free, born in blood, reborn, and unborn.

I guess what I am trying to say is that the world is enough. We may or may not have some kind of hereafter. What I am sure of is that we have a here. We have this lifetime. We have now, and maybe tomorrow.

We can`t live for anything else, and we can`t waste one more day.

We can`t wallow in our own shit, and we can`t let each other fall victim to the shit.

We need to rise up and change the world...no wait that is a different blog entry.

We just need to take the wheel and steer. We need to stop just pretending the world might be good and make it so. We need to live each day that we have to its fullest, with no regrets, no guilt or undone crap trailing behind us, doing the albatross thing.

When we go to bed, we need to dream big, and when we wake up we need to move. We need to do stuff to make it happen, and we need to make sure we never leave unfinished business.

E and I had unfinished business, but there`s no time for that now.

What are you leaving undone?

What are you forgetting, pretending to forget, or allowing to hold you back from achieving who you can be?

Do not let anyone tell you how to behave and how to think, always judge and question the value of your own behaviours and thoughts, and those that other try and hoist on you.

Always live for life, not for death.

Just let it all hang out.

Exlax

So, I am constipated. I have severe blockage. I have no access to the creative portion of my mind.

I even went back to old stuff to see if there was anything there for me to repost and cheap out on you today. There was nothing.

To a certain extent, it is frightening for me to be locked up like this. Generally, I can fake it with the best of them, and no one would ever know. Right now I can't fake it.

I know what the problem is. There is one thing I want to say. It is a single thought that I want to get off my mind, but I can't. I can't say it, I can't write it because I don't know how to say it.

What do you do when you have a thought that scares you? It isn't so much that I haven't tried to say it before. The problem is, I shouldn't say it. I know it is not the time, and the time will likely never be right.

I can't figure out why I feel the way I do. I can't figure out why my head, my gut, and my heart are not in sync.

A friend of mine....ok he's not really a friend, but this guy I know talked about what it feels like when your heart, mind and soul are all in alignment. It sounded like an awesome state of being. This place where everything lines up and all seems right with the world.

Of course, there is a corresponding theory in psychology. This idea is that we are affected by three things, our thoughts, our feelings, and our actions. All of these things are effectedd by our schema, our world view and our personal mores, and beliefs. When any one of these three things is not in line with your schema, then you are now in conflict with yourself.

For example, if you think murder is wrong, feel murder is wrong, and then kill someone, you are now experiencing inner conflict. You will go off the rails on the crazy train.

So if we combine the two theories, and call the soul your gut feeling, here is conflict. I feel one way, and my brain is telling me it is not a good idea. My gut says take a chance. So my brain is locked up because I can't come to resolution.

My brain has but three ideas on how to continue. My brain wishes to effect my actions.

1. Deal. Bust it out and see what happens. There is danger here of course, but I would achieve closure on the issue one way or anouther.

2. Deny, deny, deny. Pretend it doesn't exist. Pretend it is all good, and nothing will change. This carries the danger of locking me up mentally and emotionally.

3. Break stuff, kill people, and then change everything in order to change reality.

Which do you think I should do?

I need to do something in order to get back to being productive and creative. Until I come to a decision where my actions can match my thinking and my feeling I am going to be a very lame writer, doing very lame things.

So help me. Give me an idea of where to go from here.

A Love Letter

This is a repost from last new years. In light of my new found glory of dreaming, and my special mini dragon friend, I thought it would be nice to post it again and share my idea of love.



A Line from a movie has been rattling around in my head lately, and as is so often the case, I need to spew it all over the internet. The line is “everybody has their death star.” As is so often the case, the lines that rattle around in my head are from b movies. And is so often the case, it comingled with another thought that was in my mind and created a life of its own.
It has recently come to my attention that not everybody worships at the altar of Lucas, and thus some explanation may be necessary. You see there was this poor country orphan named Luke. He was living in a remote area dreaming of the stars in the sky, and probably those angels from the fifth ,moon of Iego his father used to talk about....wow I am a geek...anyway, one day Luke got swept away on an adventure. Luke was forced to choose sides in a great struggle and he ended up being the deciding factor in what would be considered the first death blow to an evil regime. He blew up the death star. For the rest of his life he would never really do something that great again on a grand scale, though some might argue that what he did before the end was more monumental, but frankly I like to think that blowing up a giant sized death machine is much more grand than writhing on the floor pleading for his life...yep geek...so there you have what is meant by everyone has their death star, that one monumental moment in their life that defines them and forever changes their destiny and outlook on life.
I have had my death star. The sad reality is no one left alive knows it, but I did, and I regret none of it. It may not have had anything glorious, and in fact one might say it was inglorious, but nevertheless I can honestly say I have nothing to regret on the death star front, which is a blessing.
There is however something I do regret. I never owned a dragon. I mean owned and not slayed. Many people have ideas of what a dragon represents, one writer uses it as a metaphor for father, another for honour, another for salvation...the list is long. No matter what you think of when you hear or see the word dragon, majestic has to come to mind. While they may also be horrible killing machines in their own right, they are also beautiful and graceful. Malevolent and honourable, terrifying and unforgettable. These flying amalgams of all our hope dreams and fears are truly wonders, and I always wanted one.
I knew that a dragon would both breath life in to me and a take my life, but I wanted one anyway. To soar the heights of the sky and to plunge the depths of despairing dungeons would have been magnificent in a way. Too many people have felt that wondrous terrible feeling, and yet not me. I came close, possessing drakes and dragoons, even riding a dragon turtle, but never ever have owned a dragon, and so one might say for me the true death star never came. I writhed on the floor begging for mercy, and got it, but I never even bulls eyed a womprat, let alone nailed the shot heard round the galaxy
But this is not that kind of rambling, this is the kind of rambling on the night when all things are possible, I wish all of you your dragon and your death star. I want all of my friends to ride the dragon and in so doing find their death star and take their rightful place in the annals of time as the wondrous creatures you are.
Tomorrow begins a new year, and with it the hope of eternal springs and a life less ordinary. For me, I always dreamed not of the stars, but an ordinary life, riding a dragon.
Someday it will happen, because today I dare to dream.

Solid State Dreams

I have finally figured out what is wrong with me.

I'll give you a minute to recover from your laughing fit over jokes you just made at my expense while I am attempting to pour my heart out to you on the internets.

All better?

Great, let's move on.

At first glance one might say trauma. That's bullshit. Emotionally speaking, I put trauma in its rightful place and am not really phased by that sort of thing, in fact I don't think I have been phasedd by it in some time. Any douche who says being able to shut of emotionally when bad stuff is going down is a tool. Here's why.

There are many different types of people in this world who deal with many different types of things. Some handle stress and pressure weell, some do not. The same thing that causes a firefighter to run in to a building that everyone else is running out of, is the same thing that causes a police officer to walk in to a domestic disturbance, is the same thing that makes an ER doctor calm enough to save a life. It is the same thing that allows me to be who I am in times of stress and or pressure.

It is an asset.

These people are not insane, nor do they not care about others. Far from it. They actually do what they do because they care....or because they are stupid. Either way, I would be glad to be compared to that kind of stupid.

So trauma is a joke to me. Can't be that.

Some say guilt. I have tried to make that the issue. Guilt over what I have done, who I have been. It never felt, smelled, tasted, sounded right. It may look like the right thing to be, but it really isn't. Sometimes, you play the hand you are dealt. It is easy for a person to never be faced with tough decisions to think I made the wrong ones. It is easy to judge and to put value on certain cultural situations when you have never been faced with them.

I did the best I could with what I had. I never hurt anyone who didn't choose to be hurt. That may seem odd to you, but it is, in a sense true. Our decisions help to define where we are at any given time. If we choose to harm others, choose to be a bad person, and bad stuff happens, then we in fact choose to put ourselves in a situation where bad things can happen.

I know this is partly justification, but in the end, we all do what we need to get by, and sometimes the world isn't perfect. I am not now, nor have I ever been a bad person.

I have made bad decisions, mistakenly hurt people I care about, but never out of being a bad person, and never out of a desire to inflict pain on anyone.

I have some minor shame over some of the people I have hurt. That is not cripiling guilt, and if they can forgive me, so can I.

Ok, so not guilt, not trauma. That leaves fear.

People do things out of fear all the time. They also don't do things. We all have fears, and I am not exception. I learned long ago not to let them drive me, but that is a lie we all tell ourselves. There is one fear I cannot master, and that is the fear of failure. Sometimes, it keeps me from doing stuff, but not all the time, and I have rarely failed at that which I try for. That really isn't the problem.

The real problem is that I never dare to dream. I have no dreams. No great desires.

I have wants and needs like any other human being, but nothing that drives me forward in a manner that befits a human.

I think this is true of far too many of us. We rarely set the bar high enugh, and then work ourselves to get there. We become complacent and sedddentary in our lives simply because it is easier.

I have never really had any dreams since I was 16. I remember clearly the day I decided I weould be on the radio. My best friend Ian and I devised the plan. We were idiots. We figured we could just start one, no problem. We were very wrong.

I eventually made it on the radio. I wanted to do play by play for sports. I did this. In fact, the name Chris Parker will be forever remembered in the annals of time as the first person to do colour for professional women's hockey on the radio.

That was the last time I had a dream.

I think it is time to dream again. I think we all need dreams. We need things to drive us forward, or we stagnate.

We all need things to strive towards and to achieve...or die trying.

That is what is missing in my life, no real dreams. Everything I desire is achieveable in my current state, or I can justify not getting because I am punishing myself because I am not worthy.

How many times have you said this to yourself? I do not deserve it, or I am not good enough.

Maybe I am the only one, but I doubt it. There are things out there, big things, nice things,, hapy things that we all deserve. We don't deserve them because we were born in to it, but because we work to get them.

I told a friend today she could have all of her dreams come true if she just figured out what they were. The same is true of all of us.

You can have more than you have now. You do not need to settle. You do not have to go at this half assed, and neither do I.

I think it is time for me to dream, and more importantly time for me to really go get those dreams.

Now if I could only figure out what to dream about.....

One Monkey - The Musical

So, yesterday I made a throw away line on my facebook about wanting a soundtrack to my life, and the more I think about it, the more I like the idea.

Since I needed to organize my music anyway, I decided to populate my soundtrack.

I am breaking it down in to two parts. The first is my life up to this point, the second is my life from here on forward.

Pt 1.
Chronological order from birth to today.

Live - Lightening Crashes

Everclear - Wonderful

The Five Tairsteps - Ooh Child

And now to my teen years.

Guns N' Roses - Welcome To The Jungle

Tool - Prison Sex

Alien Ant Farm - Smooth Criminal

Beastie Boys - Rymin' and Stealin'

Boy Meets Girl

Barenaked Ladies - What A Good Boy

Girl Dies

Drowning Pool - Bodies

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow

Disturbed - Down With the Sickness

Boy Meets A Lot Of Drugs

Johnny Cash - Hurt

Alice In Chains - Down In A Hole

Time To Sober Up

Stone Sour - Zzyzx Rd.

Seether - Rise Above This

This is the story of my twenties. Aimless wandering.

Metallica - Wherever I May Roam

Jonathan Coulton - Code Monkey

Boy Meets short person.

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

I was married once

Nirvana - All Apologies

Redifining purpose is depressing. Nothing seems to work.

Soundgarden - Fell On Black Days

Pt 2.

Meh, whatever order I see fit to place them in. Ok, by that I mean alphabetical.

3 Doors Down - Here Without You

Alter Bridge - Rise Today

Audioslave - It Doesn't Remind Me

Ben Taylor - I Try


Breaking Benjamin - Away


Creed - My Own Prison

Disturbed - Land of Confusion

Incubus - Drive

Lost Prophits - Rooftops

Nirvana - Lithium

Papa Roach - To Be Loved

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow

Seether - Fine Again

Staind - Mudshovel

Three Days Grace - Riot

Three Days Grace - Wake Up

Tool - Hush

Weezer - Pork and Beans

Stone Sour - Zzyzx Rd.


Ok, that`s all I got. I am kinda bored of this....and mildly depressed by it, so enough.