Rumor and Hearsay

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Legend and Folklore: The Trickster Maui

This will be a post describing The Trickster Maui, well the legendary one who's name I've chosen as a pen-name. And I'll be describing some of the stories in my own words, so don't expect to find hawaiian manuscripts word for word with this post.

Imagine that your mother didn't want you, wrapped you up in some of her super long-ass hair and threw you into the right? Buts it's cool because some ocean spirits find baby you and take care of you until your troublesome teens...and and by the by, you're half-god.
Now, you go to find your mother, and when you do she completely rejects you as her son and you discover you have brothers, which don't like you very much either. Eventually you convince her, and you have a new home...yay! WAIT! it gets better.

Maui was pretty much a jackass, he loved playing tricks on people, and as a demi-god this usually involved him shape-shifting. However, he did do totally badass things for the good of mankind...First, when the heavens lay on the earth and made travel almost impossible he bartered a woman, a drink for work program if you will, to push the heavens up....boom he got his drink, mankind got the sky where it is now...see, he was a swell guy. Later, his mother complained about how fast the sun moved across the sky: the villagers could not get thier work done or cook because of the speed. She begged Maui to do something so he got his brothers together, made a huge snare and attempted to capture the sun. One day when the sun awoke and started across the sky, his brothers snared it and Maui...LITERALLY...BEAT THE SUN RETARDED...WITH HIS GRANDMA'S FREAKING JAWBONE... Now the sun travels more slowly...and we have our days.

Other adventures include, you know, dragging the land out of the oceans to form the islands...again with the freaking jawbone which was now fashioned into a magical fish hook, no big deal I'm sure you've done that before; he also dove deep underwater to bring islands up on his shoulders, you know, after he pulled New Zealand out of the ocean with his badass fish hook. Finding fire once it had been lost by humans by angering the goddess of fire by almost killing her... etc badass and necessary things to mankind.

But we must remember he was a jackass, he would rob his friends and fellow gods and demi-gods...this guy just didn't care, but he did help people too, so he was a very "Jeeze that guy is a jerk, but he did get fire back for us so I guess he's cool" sorta friend. He wasn't a great inventor but always made things better, like spears, fish hooks and eel nets. If you copied him he'd get pissed and turn you into a dog, again kind of a jerk.

But, toward the end of his totally awesom elife he decided he wanted to be immortal, and that he wanted everyone to be immortal (AWWW) so he journeyed to the house of death (Death being a huge freaking fish with razor sharp obsidian teeth) and sought to cut out her heart, thus killing death. One of his darn brothers started laughing after he has crawled into the fish's mouth and she awoke and snapped her jaws shut, cutting him in half.

But no worries, Maui's girl was one tough B and declared war on the gods and took a bunch of them about a good woman :)

So, why The Trickster Maui?
I am a jackass, jerk, douche etc sometimes, I can be that guy you don't wanna ever see but you like the fact that I watch out for those around me. I can be caring or stone-hearted, but at the end of the day, even playing jokes on people, all I want to do is help and make life better.

Sorry this post was so long.

Next Time: Open Mic Night

Until then,
~The Trickster, Maui

Monday, September 27, 2010

As The World Turns: Music And Emotion

In this perplexing, complex and ultimately exciting existence I have experienced, one thing has been clear to my cohorts, family, and groups. My musical tastes profoundly express my current emotional track. The last ten months have seen a play list that would leave a radio dj's head spinning. I journeyed through a list sprouting from a girl that doesn't get it because it was all before she was born, to a cry of rearmament of the likes of Lamb of God, a realization of my weakness to have something poured that is cold an clear in the terms of AFI's "fainting spells". The rebirth of hope of turning the corner asking what was I thinking like Dierks Bently asked himself. An emotional shudder when the words of "Endlessly she said" meant the world to me. A month of Crookers running amok with David Guetta as we slid across the floor on the freedom of summer. Then, there was a crash, I once again looked for those fainting spells, The Used brought me a Box of Sharp Objects as I Buried Myself Alive and found beauty in Artwork.

Anyone who can follow that and listen to such a play list can see that it's been a Wild Ride...Unbound time recently. Perhaps I got hopeful that my recession had ended and went out spending the emotional currency I held with Dierks and the Crookers squad, inevitably causing a double dip, right before I was able to attain that great prosperity.

Much like the economy, and market forces of the real world, emotions and lives have ups and downs, growth and recession if you will. When I should have been the most headstrong, I didn't lose anything except my mind, which cost me dearly. I'm sure others have been on that path, weathered it and been made stronger, or unfortunately  lost their way.

But nay! Never lose hope, we are the controllers of our own destiny, true we will make decisions that we may regret as I have made...and maybe they will be FUBAR, but in these stay strong, find your pillar and challenge the storm. Music is my lover, my mistress, my best friend, and the enemy that knows just how to get into my head. and I wouldn't trade this relationship for anything else. Truly. It does raise my spirits to hear that The One-Armed Scissor still can grace my ear however.

Hope, is being sure of what we hope for; and certain of what we do not see. So I choose to listen, and allow the notes to course through me and bit by bit figuring how to rebuild myself. It's one of the things that be in our lifetimes....Endlessly

Play list of the night:
Rise Against: Savior
The Used: Take it Away, and Empty With you
AFI: Miss Murder, 37mm, Beautiful Thieves, and Veronica Sawyer Smokes
At The Drive-In: Pattern Against User, and One-armed Scissor.

Next time: The origins of The Trickster, Maui

Until then,
~Signed, The Trickster, Maui

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Things That be: An Intro

It's funny how life can change on a dime, from a decision of the past.
Or change slowly without you're knowledge and discovered as a flash of light that erases your world....

I am The Trickster, Maui, and these will be the rants and ravings, rumor and hearsay, of The Torch Carrier.

I'm sure the story will one day be posted, well it already has been by my companion for whom the title of this post in named, Thank you Madame Vice.

 Once the spirits enter, the inner demons are released, want someones soul? Give them something cold and clear, warm and dark, or anything intoxicating untill the gates are bashed down, or opened. These posts will be of a nature mostly associated with life, the decisions made, my opinions, and observations of myself. More than likely also including tidbits of fact, knowledge, wisdom and total bs.

The reason I started writing again was from a dear friend who shares a common condition with me: reoccurring nightmares, or just very disturbing dreams, she started writing and it helped why not have it help myself. Don't be alarmed, I will not be a bleeding heart over the fabulous internet, that's just absurd, but you will get to pear in the windows of my life, if you so choose.

 I can't wait for the Rants and Ravings of The Torch Carrier to begin.
~The Trickster: Maui