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Leonard Nimoy

Posted by garihart on March 4, 2015 at 7:00 AM

I posted this last week on Examiner.com. 

 

When I signed up to publish on Examiner.com four years ago, terms specified that my articles and reviews were to be objective and third person. Since then, both by request and of personal interest, I tailored everything I have posted to meet that guideline. Essentially, I kept myself out of the publication. This day, I am compelled to step outside the lines and write a personal statement. This afternoon I was informed Leonard Nimoy had passed away at the age of 83. Innumerable articles have been posted since, conveying the news worldwide and highlighting his career, predominately his iconic role of Spock in Star Trek. Many more articles are undoubtedly to come. Some would say that an impersonal article from me would not be pointless, but I contended in would be ineffective. I choose instead to use what platform I have to express the personal level of loss felt today.

There are three things in my life that I do not remembering becoming a fan of; one of them is Star Trek. I can remember watching The Simpsons’ first episode in 1989, and can recall the first time I read X-Men, but Star Trek was seemingly always there since before my memory begins. Like the vast majority of life long Trek fans, Spock was my favorite character and continues to be. Even at a young age, I aspired to be governed by intellect and not by emotion (which I have failed many, many times). The character became an inspiration for me, as fictional characters often become. Beyond that, there was the man who gradually became a personal hero. As I got older and learned to look passed characters to the actors portraying them, more and more I found these actors to be unexceptional; normal people with their own interests who are just doing a job. There reallywas nothing making them different for me or anyone. Then there are the ones, of course, who turned out to be indeed exceptional. Leonard Nimoy was one of the exceptional ones. Mr. Nimoy was humble, and had the gift to overlook everyone’s flaws and see them with love and peace. He was reported to be a gentle person and unashamed about who he was. In that respect, he became a trailblazer for myself, and I am sure for countless others. Through people like Leonard Nimoy, we gain an objective approval for our tastes, but more appreciatively we get a message in the sky that simply reads “You are not alone.” Additionally, we learn by his example; we learn time it too short to discard others for being different or for making mistakes. Leonard Nimoy helped teach me to be comfortable with who I am and accepting of others.

 

I learned and grew a lot in my life from someone I never met, and will never meet, someone I will never get to say Thank you to. It is a dreadfully sad day when the footsteps you have been following your whole life suddenly come to an end, before you can catch up with whoever was making the impressions. I have been and always shall be your fan. Rest in peace, Mr. Nimoy.

 

My Thoughts on the New Era of Manson

Posted by garihart on January 19, 2015 at 7:50 AM

Yesterday I got a chance to listen to the new Marilyn Manson album, THE PALE EMPEROR. In what has become a standard approach to his albums, I listened to it on loop, while driving, until it made sense; his albums never sound right upon first listen. THE PALE EMPEROR is an amalgamation of Manson’s last three records {“EAT ME, DRINK ME”, “THE HIGH END OF LOW”, AND “BORN VILLAIN”}, with an odd touch of twang to it. That being said, I am finding the best way to describe his music, album to album, is by setting a scene. With EAT ME, DRINK ME, I envision a midnight café scarcely occupied by tortured artists from all over time, and they sit in silence while the album being played live by an equally tortured artist. THE HIGH END OF LOW is a set being played for an audience of one, inside the mind of someone who has murdered their lover. I picture this person trying to hide, but where ever they go this album is playing in their head; like the Tell-Tale Heart. BORN VILLAIN is the welcoming party for those who have opening accepted the dark side of something. I see it being performed for, well, Villains as a reward for joining the club. And so we come to THE PALE EMPEROR. I picture driving down an uncharted desert road at dusk in a convertible, and coming to an unnamed salon filled with damned cowboys, bikers and lone gunman, and the band is playing these songs forever, because someone the night never ends at this bar.

No point to this, just putting in my thoughts.


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