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Glow – EP – Review

Here it comes, a postive music review, which might turn into a “Bumpy Ride”. It is not only positive, since a reviewer has to be unbiased and point out the good and the bad.

First things first! Who am reviewing, what and why?

Who? The artist’s name is Charlie Pidcock. (Click on his name for his biography on his website.)

I have met Charlie in real life back in September 2010 at Bournemouth Pier at an event called “Life is a Beach”, my very first youtube gathering. Back then I had no idea of who he was, what he was doing but somehow we kept in touch through the years. (His facebook profile.)

What? He recently released the first of three parts(!) of an EP with the title “Glow”:

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Why? Because I do enjoy his lighthearted music of the folk pop category and his approach as to how he is writing his songs and his lyrics. He is a true singer/songwriter. Is he perfect? Not quite, but that is not an issue at all, since he is like a diamond in the rough and that’s why I like his songs even more.

His music doesn’t sound like the polished bs that music lables throw at us nowadays, although it has been polished by him and his friend, Natt Webb (Producer & Engineerer).

One other thing that I like about Charlie: He is true to himself and doesn’t pretend to be something he is not.

Now let’s review the first six songs of Charlie Pidcock’s “Glow”:

#1 Bumpy Ride

This song is about life, the journey and change. It doesn’t matter, if some things don’t turn out the way we’d hoped for. It reminds us to embrace whatever life has in store for us, that there is a better time ahead of us and that we shall not give up hope.
The song is upbeat, energetic and a delight to listen to. I have to admit, I catch myself singing to it, it is that catchy!

#2 Glow

This song is about how it feels to be at a dark place, because you may not see the light at the end of the tunnel anymore. You may even have lost the abillity to see the light within yourself – I can relate to this song so much, because even I lost the abillty at one point or another to see the good within myself.
There are times, when we think the worst of ourselves and need others to remind us that we aren’t bad people, merely good people who might have done something bad. That’s when we need someone to remind us of who we really are.
The way back to life and/or love may be confusing and we end up looking in all the wrong places.
Long story short: It is about not giving up hope, even in the darkest nights and days. It gets better!
The song is rather slow, melancholic but uplifting. Charlie’s voice trembles at some places but I can let that slide, because of the amazing lyrics.

#3 Closer to the Edge

This is a rather sad song about either unrequited love or lost love. How that can push you closer to the edge of insanity, I just hope not the stalking kind of insanity.
You want them to understand how you feel, to see you for who you are, you want them to love you in return or to love you again. You even tell them how you feel but instead of them being understanding, they keep drifting away from you, since they may not be able to feel the same for you or can’t bring themselves to love you again. Whenever you see them again, you are getting reminded that the friendship you have had before you confessed your feelings to that person, is no more. In the lost love scenario it would mean, that you still have the same feelings but you guys are no longer the same people you were, when you were together. You keep questioning yourself and how they were even able to captivate you in the first place, leaving you with nothing but the blame.
This song is melancholic from beginning to the bitter end. I am sure everyone can relate to this song, because we have all been there and done that at least once or twice in our lives.

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#4 Beautiful Night

This song is about spending a rather innocent night outside, with the person that makes everything shine brighter, better and breathtaking – two words: New love!
It is about having a good time on a date outside under the moon – and having a good time isn’t a euphemism in this case. *sighs*
It is about living in the now, about enjoying the moment and celebrating the good times – still no euphemism – because time is fleeting.
I can’t get enough of “Beautiful Night”, because I love those african drums, the composition and the lyrics. I want to make my bed in it and never leave it – yes, this is my personal favorite song at the moment. Well done, Charlie! *claps*

#5 Never Walked Alone
Safe bet, this song is about the same situations, I already mentioned in my song review for #3 Closer to the Edge.
It is also a rather sad song and deals with that lost relationship. How being in love with your best friend is the best foundation for a relationship but never a guaranty for it to be ever-lasting. Relationships do change over time and sometimes, one of the involved parties can’t deal with the issues of the other anymore.
I like this song, aside from being another sad song, because of its beautiful piano arrangement.

#6 Overflow
This song is this EP’s bonus live track and it’s about how people can turn our lives around for the better. That there are points in life, where we just have had enough and kind of need a break. There is also the recurring theme of how people can lift us up, when we do need help and feel alone.
I personally do like this track, but I can’t listen to it that often, since Charlie’s voice is kind of “crying” a lot in this one, which makes it crack a little sometimes.

What is your end result for this review of Charlie Pidcock’s EP “Glow”?

Overall, with all its flaws: I like it very much. It is refreshing, entertaining and has meaning. I want more. I am looking forward to the next two installments.
Personally, I wish for more tracks like “Bumpy Ride” and “Beautiful Night”. Those are by far my favorite tracks. You can buy his EP on either Amazon, Itunes or order a physical copy.

I’ve received mine already with a personal note (No worries, I paid for my copy of the EP, I wasn’t bribed):

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If you made it through this review, here is a treat for you: Charlie’s first official music video to “Bumpy Ride”!

Sincerely yours,
Dome Woo

Welcome to my personal Hellmouth! – Part II – The Harvest

Due the postive feedback to my “Welcome to my personal Hellmouth“-entry I decided to continue with documenting my journey, which just went into the next stage. I received my confirmation letter by the surgeon yesterday with all the required infomrations like the date and etc. for my first surgery: #1 Stomach! (The butt is #2, which is something I am going to write about on another day!)

So what’s going to happen to me on January 3rd 2013?

On that day, they are going to cut me open like a fish. I am not even exaggerating, just take a look at this picture (No worries it is not that graphic & bloody at all – beware of the penis):

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This picture shows us the procedure called “Anchor Tummy Tuck” and to be honest, I start giggling whenever I say that out loud. (Even reading it makes me laugh.)

Basically they are going to cut away most of the area that is no longer needed, pull the edges together and have to model a new belly button, because the old one won’t survive the procedure. (I wonder, if I should have asked them to skip remodeling the belly button, since it would be so much cooler not to have one – Kyle XY, anyone?!)

Aside from what the doctors keep telling me, this procedure is a rather heavy surgery. Even the risks and consequences of it sound rather scary, but that’s a thing that always comes with surgeries.
Possible risks and consequences are: Infections, sepsis, wound healing disturbance, internal & secondary bleeding, to name just a few of a whole lot more.

Scary, isn’t it?
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(Picture taken at SWS Studios in London under the lable of 76 Imagery)

Prohibitions & Rules

I am not allowed to take aspirin fourteen days before the surgery. (Really glad, I am actually never taking any pills, not even aspirin, unless I am really forced to.)
I am also not allowed to drink any alcohol before and after the surgery, which turns 2013 into a year of sobriety for me.
Smoking is prohibited as well, because it reduces the blood flow in your skin and prevents it from healing properly.

I am not allowed to do sports, heavy lifting, bending and moving in all kinds of ways (yeah, bending, oh woe is me!).
Sitting is also something I am forced to avoid, which is one of the hardest things to do, when our society is built on that.

So I either have to stand around all day or lay down with a pillow under my legs – so happy about that! *sighs*

Due to the surgery I will be forced to wear these type of medical “sexy” leggins, so a million sexy points for that, but hey, it is the journey that counts and not the goal, or is it acutally the goal in this type of situation?

Between this procedure and the second – #2 Butt – are going to be at least 4 to 6 months, depending on the healing process.

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When your wishes become a reality, they tend to collide!

I was so focused on getting the permission for this surgery, that I kind of forgot to think about how I am going to handle the things that seem to be so normal to us on an every day basis.
Due the prohibitions and rules, I am in need of getting some help by my friends, which is something I am trying to organize at the moment.
Truth be told, it is rather hard to win them over, since everyone is caught up in their own lives and taking care of me is not neccessarily something that should be or is high up on their priority list.

What about your family then?

Well, same thing. My siblings are too busy with their own families and I don’t blame them. I am very understanding in this case. My parents live on an island, which makes it difficult for them to just get over here and spend their time looking after me, it is their retirement and I am not a fan of asking them to interrupt that for me. They have already done enough and still do support me, when I do need help. I do love them for that, but they can’t be there for me all the time.

Update (Dec 07th):

Remember when I wrote in the previous entry about me taking over the lion share of responsibility for these weird friendship/relationship situations? I really do or try to, and here comes the reason why:

I kind of snapped at one of my friends (who is actually more like a family member to me) yesterday, due to my irrattional fear of ending up like my late cousin (his body had been found 5 days after he had passed away in his apartment), and I became rather impatient, since I was waiting for this one particular friend to reply to me. – Yes, I am flawed and I owe it to myself to be honest about this, hence my brutal honesty in this blog. I am only human after all!

On top of that came the realization of not having anyone close enough to me at the moment. When I say close I mean on a personal level.

Why is that?

The qualitiy of my previous IRL friend- and relationships sucked and in order to avoid getting hurt I didn’t let anyone close enough, which is a work in progress and it takes time. I have started to reach out, but it is hard to break through these types of self-built walls.

This is also why I don’t blame anyone to not just put me on top of their list of priorities, but I will manage and I am still changing.

Are you worried?

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So, yes, this uncertainty worries me a bit at the moment, but I am still hanging in there and hoping to get enough of my friends together.
Being single, during such a diffcult and kind of overwhelming but extraordinary time, is a bit unfortunate, but I am not going to burst into tears over that!

I keep trying to figure something out. After all I came to the conclusion that I have had to deal with so many uncertainties in my life that I am not going to cave in because of another one. It is what is:

A journey and a bumpy ride, so hold on tight! We never know what’s coming up next and that is what makes it so fantastic.

Sincerely yours,

Dome Woo

Welcome to my personal Hellmouth!

What have I been up to lately?

I have been catching up with old friends of mine, in order to find back to myself on this long journey of self-discovery. I kind of ended up getting distracted by some rather annoying bumps in the road, but life wouldn’t be as interesting, if those would not occur every now and then.

One of the most important things that happened to me this past week was my appointment with my plastic surgeon in order to plan my first out of two necessary surgeries – #1 Stomach / #2 Butt.

 I have mentioned that I used to be morbidly obese in my very first blog post:

Mind the Gap – Why do I write?

My battle may be coming to an end, but the war is not over!

The date for the first cosmetic surgery is set for January 3rd 2013. Someone told me that the “sexy times” are going to begin for me then, I just do see it a bit differently, because the sexy times never stopped for me – I had my fun when I needed it and I am not going to change my attitude towards shallow people, because of my changes.

Let’s face it, this photoshoped world is shallow and that’s what I am fighting against:
  • Here is a picture from back in August 2012 – taken at SWS Studios in London under the lable of 76 Imagery and I am not afraid to show some skin: Image
  • Here are the numbers: I weighed 421.08 lbs/191 kg back in May 2010 and through weight loss surgey, I’ve lost 242.50 lbs / 110 kg in about 15 months – I am on stable 190.80 lbs / 87 kg now, because 178.57 lbs / 81 kg is very close to being underweight at a height of about 6’4 / 1.92 m (the picture below demonstrates the changes I went through).

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Losing so much weight in such a short amount of time came with a price, not being able to feel hunger ever again (like seriously never ever, which is why I am forced to eat after a schedule), is only one among a few. I like to compare that one to a superpower others would kill for but believe me, it is not something you really want to have, because once you have it, you have to learn to live with it and in the long run it is getting rather annoying.

Ending up with an identity crises was the worst part of it all. Looking into the mirror without being able to recognize yourself, after you had gotten used to fact of having been morbidly obese for so many years, was terrifying and caused a major crisis – I had to learn to accept myself in this new body. Nobody was able to prepare me for that, since everyone reacts differently to the outcome of such drastic changes.

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I spent almost an entire year (November 2011 till November 2012) to get to know the new me. I even had to learn how to trust people, who suddenly showed interest in me, which I wasn’t used to at this scale – to be honest, I am still trying to get used to it, because the way people treated me for half of my life left internal scars that just slowly seem to fade. They might never disappear fully, but I am slowly coming to terms with that.

So here it comes, the inevitable truth about how I feel when people try to tell me what to do or how I should feel about myself:

When I tell people my story, even my closest friends and family, a lot of them say that they do understand/they can relate: No you don’t. You may be able to empathize on a certain level but you haven’t walked in my shoes. Only a few people I know, really are/were able to fully understand/comprehend where I am coming from.

Being part (or having been part) of two minority groups for so long (gay & morbidly obese), changes you on the inside, makes you feel more lost than you would be able to imagine. During my time of obesity, I was an outsider in the gay & straight community. I never had the feeling to belong to either world. Not knowing your place in the world turns you into someone who is constantly on the outside looking in, up until to the point, where you question yourself and the need or wish to belong to either of those shallow and cruel cultures.

Back in 2008 I was lucky enough to discover the youtube community. Without that community I wouldn’t have gotten to know people like Casey Payne & Chelsea Banks – to name just two of the many people who made an extraordinary impact on my life. (My journey in the online world began much earlier than that, I even met & maybe lost the love of my life there, which is a story for another day.)

I have to say thank you to Casey (not just him, even to the Nerdfighter community, founded by Hank & John Green), because he gave me one of the many key factors, which helped me to turn my life around and implement the changes I needed in order to be able to get where I am today.

These people gave me a sense of what it means to belong somewhere, gave me the insight of how important it is to be challenged to grow intellectually & spiritually every single day.

Some people who consider themselves my friends in the real world, outside of the internet (friends and siblings) keep complaining about me sharing too much online. Well, they may be right, but they haven’t been there, when I was at the end of my rope, they may have been aware of the physical changes but they haven’t been around this year, when I went through the most important mental changes.

They literally have no idea about the person, who I have become, because on the one hand they have kept to themselves (busy with their own lives – I don’t blame them, but there are things like telephones, you know, the things where you type in a number and it rings) and on the other hand I only kept them at arms length, which is a strange thing to do and to say, because the people in our lives, the ones that are actually family & friends, are the ones who don’t get me most of the time, although they are supposed to be the ones that should. Don’t get me wrong, I do take over the lion share of responsibility but I am done being criticized for something, that has been part of my life for so long – my online life.

So I went out there, into the real world, to make new friends and make new experiences, which is always like a hit & miss situation. For example, I meet someone interesting but then they say something shallow about other people’s appearance, behavior and/or attitude, which turns them into an uninteresting type of “blob” in my mind, but I keep them around to maybe change their minds someday.

Some other people pick up on the fact, that I am someone who helps out when others are in need and then rip my entire arm off. As they say, s**t happens but I’ve learned to move on – “Next!”

When I tell my real life friends about what happened, I just earn this kind of judgemental question:

“How comes that you always end up having trouble with other people?”

There are two ways to deal with this question (at least in my book, your way of dealing with things like this might differ) and I tended to go ahead with a mixture of them both:

  1. Avoid the topic and stop sharing the things/stories that happened to you in the future, because people only see the things you have done or haven’t done, and the other parties involved get a free pass. (Can’t I actually tell you something without getting a judgemental reply? I mean, if I wanted that I would have asked for it, but I didn’t.)
  2. Accept the judgemental part and reflect upon it. See the mistakes you have made and avoid repeating those in the future. Be thankful for your friend’s honesty. (I appreciate the judgemental question and comment on a certain level, but it sill pisses me off, because I didn’t ask for it, I just wanted someone to listen.)
  3. Didin’t you just mention two ways? Yes, I did but there is a third way, a new way of how I am going to deal with these things in the future. I’ll mostly listen to myself and only tell you about the good things happening in my life, since sharing the bad stuff kind of messes with your head, because you can’t be non-judgemental, since you compare the new “me” to the old “me” you have gotten to know in the past. (I know this isn’t the most effective way to deal with this, but I am going to try to juggle all three of them combined. Maybe you have some other suggestions, leave those in the comments. I appreciate it!)

The thing that annoyed me about this judgemental question, is the fact that my friend was right and wrong, without even asking and/or knowing all the facts about what actually happened, at the same time. On the one hand, she hasn’t really been part of my life in such a long time, that I don’t even know, if that really is a friendship anymore. On the other hand, it gave her enough distance to analyze me after my old template, but that happens when people aren’t even interested in getting all the facts before they fire such a bomb at you. She seems to be reading my facebook posts and judges me upon them, instead of picking up the phone or hopping onto a train to actually talk to me (she isn’t the only one, there are plenty of people in my life like that – this whole situation is just an example). I wish I could afford to get on a train to visit her like every other weekend but I can’t.

Some people come into our lives for a reason, others just for a season.

“True friends don’t have to be in contact every single day!” – funny you would say that, because people give away titles like “true friends” rather easily, without really thinking about it – I used to be like that as well. Bottom line is she is still a friend of mine (maybe not as close as I thought we were), I just wished she would actually stay more in touch with me, but hey, we can’t have everything – moving on (that’s what I am going to do now), because I have wasted enough time and this season might be over!

So the reason why I do share more with the friends I have made online over the past decade is fairly simple, they aren’t as judgemental as the people in my real life, they may only see and love me from a far, but the relationships we built are as important to me as the real life ones, since those people are there for me almost every single day. May it be on facebook, on twitter, on skype or on youtube. Those people may judge me as well, but they never hurt me like the people I let into my life in close proximity.

Some of my IRL friends might not even read this until the very end, but if they do, I don’t think they will be very understanding. Maybe I am wrong and something good comes out of this, because they might even understand me a bit better now, but I am not counting on it and frankly, I don’t care anymore – maybe I do care a little, because I wrote this beast of a blog post.

So before you judge me for posting too much onto my facebook page you need to understand one thing, that almost every person I met online and subsequently in real life (yes, that happens as well – shocking, I know!):

“We all are just attention whores! (Not everyone but some!)”

I came to accept that fact about myself, so it is about time you start to really accept me for who I am, so I can start to really accept you for who you are and let you back into my life again. As long as you keep questioning my style of living, there won’t be much common ground between us. Besides that, I am a doer and when I set my mind onto a project, I want to proceed as quickly as possible and I am not able to wait ages for you to find the time to do a project together with me. Either you jump on board and do the things you promised to do or you don’t, I am just tired of being held back, because you feel the need of over planning things. I am a perfectionist, too, and I have learned, there is a time for planning and a time for doing things. The outcome will never satisfy me, but that is ok, because in the end I am going to have an outcome. That is how I managed to make videos on youtube for so long (2009 – 2011/2012). The break, I was forced to take this year, helped me to reflect on where I have been, what I want to do & where I want to go.

What’s my next step?

Finding a new job is my priority #1 but I am also going to concentrate more on my writing, since I have discovered that it is my passion and I owe it to myself to go ahead and do the things I always keep talking about. I am also returning with a new video project in 2013, something that is in the works at the moment and needs some tweaking to actually become a reality. If it works out and everything goes as planned, I am getting a bunch of my online friends to contribute to this collaboration. It is ambitious, a creative challenge & I am very proud to say: “You haven’t seen the last of me!”

After all of this here is a reply/letter I wrote to my friend Chelsea today, wherein I talk about another project of mine. Something I am currently planning on doing, which started with my short story “Faster!” and this letter might give you some insight into my creative process on how I end up writing my stories:

My dearest Chelsea,

I am looking forward to the short story! I haven’t been doing much at all lately, facebook and Co. distracted me from my writing (which is kind of at a halt at the moment, but I am coming up with a million new ideas each day).

I only have read the first Dresden Files novel I think, I remember I gifted the first two books to my mum for Christmas when the show was still on TV. Oh dear, that was ages ago, I am getting old. When I sit here and type this I can feel my brain cells getting older, dang, and another few seconds went by! 🙂 See, it is rather easy to write serious and funny at the same time. I believe the trick is to not think too hard about it. STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP, you do write interesting stories, so never underestimate your talent. I wish I would be as eloquent as you are, but I would have to read a gazillion dictionaries to get there. See, for me writing in English is work, a challenge so to speak, it should come naturally to you – funny how I sound like I am Amy talking to Willow in season 7 of Buffy – The Vampire Slayer. I am just not as jealous as that bitca (see, another Buffy reference – Xander’s try to spell the b-word out loud) and try a magic spell on you to turn you into the guy you killed…ok, where am I going with this?!

See, I am sitting here in my underwear, (not a flattering picture), holding a big ass mug of coffee in the one hand, while typing with the other – yes, that is difficult – why am I doing this, because I care a great deal about you. Now clench those butt cheeks of yours together and show us what you can do! No more, “I am not good enough!”, no more, “I am not funny enough!”, if you need help, just ask for it.

I am always there for you, unless I am asleep and keep fighting off my demons in my dreams, believe me, there are a lot of them, which is why I am going to expand my “Faster!”-universe. I can’t help it, but my mind draws me back to that story, because there is so much potential in that unnamed city – it is my personal hellmouth – you praised the emotions that went into the story – newsflash: They were mine, but by writing them out, I let them out. I was hurt and had to find a way to let go of all the pain, so I made the characters suffer, let them feel what I felt, let “her”/”it” think my thoughts and transfromed her into something else, but still caught up in her emotions. I let him try to get rid of his emotions by ending his suffering in the most ironic and brutal way possible.

Your “Happy Endings – Apparently” (the short movie I am still planning to make, which is also at a halt at the moment, due to not having the efficient equipment and funds at this time) inspired me to go on with my writing and your friendship, your never-ending trust and belief in me, is what keeps me motivated, I am just lacking the focus I need to finally turn my ideas into a reality. We usually are our own worst enemies!

It is time to face and change that for good.

As you can see, there is a lot going on in my personal & creative life at the moment and I keep fighting for my dreams and either you share my dream, lift me up when I am down, support me when I need it or you don’t, just stop complaining about my online life, because you weren’t there, when I found those people I am sharing my life with, no matter if they live in the U.S.A., in Canada, in the U.K., in France, in Belgium, in Japan or Timbuktu. You don’t own the personal rights to my life nor my decisions and there is still an awful lot that I don’t share online nor in my so-called real life.

My journey has just begun.

Sincerely yours,

Dome Woo

World Aids Day!

Why do I show my support on World Aids Day?

Through personal experience I was faced with a decision one day, because one of my loved ones was diagnosed with HIV and I came to the conclusion, that it doesn’t change the way I feel about them. Until to this very day I still love them and wouldn’t think twice about being with them, because it is possible to live with someone who is infected. It doesn’t make them special nor untouchable, it is just what it is, a disease!

I never understood why people had to treat them differently afterwards, because it never made any sense to me. If you love someone, you can work through this without being afraid. Being afraid never helped anyone in history and it never will. Just take a stand and be understanding but don’t push them away, because you are scared. Educate yourself about HIV and AIDS and please stop making jokes about it, since you clearly have no idea what you are talking about!

Spread the word, show your support and talk to people about it. If you might get diagnosed one day – let’s hope that doesn’t happen to you – just know that there is hope and that there are people out there who don’t judge you for it!
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With all that being said I wish you a Happy World Aids Day!
Sincerely yours,
Dome Woo

It’s Thanksgiving! – Music Video Breakdown

About two weeks ago, my friend, Ben Robinson III, raised my attention towards a music video called “It’s Thanksgiving” and it made me laugh so hard because it was fucking insane, weird and absolutely wrong at the same time.

Before you go on reading my review, I strongly advise you to go and watch the video, because then my review will make more sense to you and be warned, it is filled with obscenities.

What the heck is wrong with this train wreck?

First of all, who would write a song/make a video about a holiday. that in itself is controversial because of its history, to say the least, I mean celebrating the slaughter of a race is and always will be messed up, although today “Thanksgiving” is all about the family coming together “to have a good time”! –  *cracks up already*

The video starts out with Nicole Westbrook, a 12 year old, approaching her calendar to mark the wrong date for “Thanksgiving” and we can hear her moaning through our speakers, “Ooohhhh, yeaaaahhh!”.

Then we see her sitting on her bed, wearing a shirt that says “Dance Until Dawn”, which is still the most innocent part of it all, while she leads into the song by repeating constantly “oh, oh, oh”, as if she is trying to warn us of the things to come, then she says “Alright! Come on!” – Wait, what? Did I just get an invitation to have sexual relations with a twelve year old girl in her own bed, what the fuck?

Then she starts singing, still sitting on her bed, “I’m wide awake. And I should take. A step and say thank you, thank you.The things you’ve done. And what you did. Oh yeah. Uuu, yeah.” I don’t know where you are going with this girl, but I haven’t done anything to you, but I think I get an idea what the producer might have done to you in your own bedroom, I am glad it made you so thankful, he must be an awesome lover, maybe you should give me his number so I can see what all the fuss is about. Now let us all hear more about your year.

“December was Christmas. January was New Year. April was Easter. And the 4th of July, but now it’s Thanksgiving.”, blasts through our speakers, with Patrice Wilson, the producer & writer of this train wreck, singing, and I keep thinking, ‘Thanks for reminding us of all the other holidays you could destroy with songs like this.’ and we see her having “a good time” with all her friends on each of the holidays. But wait? Where are your parents little girl? I am sure they are going to appear any second in the video, they simply have to and if not, I must assume that the producer and you locked them away in the cellar, so you could have the place just for you, your gangbang group of friends and your man, but let’s see. *skips through video* Oh, ok. I think I saw two graves in the garden. Never mind, proceed.

She keeps singing “Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we we are gonna have a good time.
Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we are gonna have a good time.With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh, and we we we are gonna have a good time.With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh,
It’s Thanksgiving.It’s Thanksgiving. (alright)”, while we see her cooking on her own. At least she seems to be set for life, since she can put things out of bags into a pot and heat them up.

What makes me scratch my head though, girl, why do you keep singing about “having a good time” on your bed? I thought we have been over this, nobody should be interested in sexual relations with a 12 year old, it is against the law and I am pretty sure your producer knows about this as well. What are you trying to sell here? Whatever it is, I am not interested but carry on, I want to see how thankful you are for your producer.

“School is out, I can shout, thank you, thank you, thank you. No matter how you do, no matter what you say, this is my favorite.” Wow, at least we do know now that you are still attending school and don’t spend the time in between holidays at an abortion clinic, with all those babies your prodcuer must have *produced* with you over the years, that is what you are thankful for, isn’t it? Now, show us how thankful you are for that by twirling in front your house! Yeah! Thank you, thank you.

Wait, wait, wait, what did you just do inside the house? You just put a “Be Thankful”-card onto a lighthouse tower. *facepalm* Girl, you do know that that thing is a phallic symbol, right? I guess, you do because you are so thankful for him, sticking his wiener into you. Hey, don’t look at me like that, you started the whole “having a good time”-thing in your bedroom, I didn’t write the lyrics nor did I direct the video, be thankful for your producer for that.

This is the point where I want to punch my screen, scream and shout, ‘Make it stop, make it stop! What the hell were they thinking?’, but I can’t take my eyes off of this train wreck, it is too hilarious and shocking.

And then the producer/writer makes his first official appearance in the video and it is the guy, that brought us, Rebecca Black. I thought he would have learned his lesson from “Friday”, which he clearly did not. He is like the Uwe Boll (worst movie director) of the music industry and that explains the horribleness of it all, but doesn’t explain why he keeps using kids for his songs. With all the sexual undertones of the lyrics and the video itself, one can only assume that he is kind of messed up and the word “Pedophile” pops into our heads. With that in mind, let’s go back to the video, shall we?

We see all of the holidays rushing by again, this time with the producer appearing in all of them. Still no sign of her parents anywhere, like I said earlier, I think I saw two graves somewhere in the backyard and I am sure her parent’s bodies are turning in their graves, while their daughter, her gangbang friends and the producer are having a good time. At this point I am fairly certain that she calls that guy “Daddy”, at least three to four times per night and six times on Holidays! But hey, she is so damn thankful, he must be a wild beast.

Then he knocks on her door, she opens it and we see him standing there in a Turkey costume. Yeah, that is not creepy at all, because that is the normal thing to do on Thanksgivig, to dress up and have a good time. Maybe she is into that kind of stuff, I mean there are those people called “Furries”, who like to dress up as animals and have wild orgies, which would just add to the overall creepiness factor of this train wreck. And then we see them all sitting around the table, praying, being thankful for having each other and she starts rapping, because that’s what 12 year old white girls do nowadays:

“Yo. It’s Thanksgiving giving giving and I’m trying to be forgiving. (come on girl) Nothing is forbidden. You know we I gotta have. I gotta give thanks to you, and you, and you. Can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful. Gotta be grateful, can’t be hateful. Mash potatoes on my – on my table. I got ribs smelling up my neighbor’s cribs. (alright) Can’t deny Havin’ good times We’d be laughing till we cry” – Oh, Girl, I know that I am already laughing so hard that my eyes are losing liquids like crazy. and it is ok that we see the ribs eating cliché of a black dude at your table, thanks for that, I am so grateful and not hateful at all. I’m sure stuffing yourself with food after all that gangbanging going on in your house is natural, because you do need all the energy you can get to keep up with the stamina of your producer. Maybe we should hook you up to a nuclear power plant, that might be healthier and might help you to keep your figure.

Now bring it home girl! “It’s Thanks Thanks Thanks Thanksgiving Come on It’s Thanks Thanks Thanks Thanksgiving Give em Thanksgiving Yo!” and she picks up that turkey leg to use it as a microphone.*falls into by laughter induced coma and wakes up after a while*

Girl, this is another phallic symbol, just saying but I think you already know by now and don’t care anymore, because as you rapped earlier, “nothing is forbidden” but this clearly should be banned, burned, deleted, destroyed, excorcised.

The video nears its inevitable ending and I don’t think that I have to describe anything else that is wrong with this, because by this time we already know everything. I am creeped out by her smile at the picture of the thanksgiving gangbang, by the producer dancing in the midle of all those poor kids, he must have abducted from their loving homes to abuse them in this piece of garbage.

I know the people behind this video wanted to make it appear the least sexual and they might not have put these things in there on purpose but with a surpressed sexuality, their subconscious ended up putting these things in there, wanted or not. That is the only explaination for how this video came to be.

Patrice Wilson’s music is just plain awful and I am not someone with a musical background, I just know what is good and what isn’t. In my honest opinion, kids shouldn’t appear in such videos or sing songs written by adults and if producers feel the need to whore kids out, then they should do it in a way that doesn’t come off as shady as in “It’s Thanksgiving” – it just sends out all the wrong messages and vibes.

For those of you who made it through this, here is a parody of the song.

I wrote my own thoughts about the original before I was aware of this parody, which tells me that I wasn’t the only one picking up on these things, I didn’t even read the comments to the original video, to be as unbiased as I could and as original as I could with this review/breakdown of the “It’s Thanksgiving” video.

With all that being said, I hope you enjoyed this and had “a good time”. I feel like I am in need of a dolphin therapy now, because I was forced to watch this video like a million times in order to pick up as much of the things that disturbed me upon my first viewing as I could..

So now all what is left for me to do, is to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving, have fun eating like crazy, enjoy the time with your loved ones, be thankful and have a good time. “Thank you, Thank you!” LOL

Dome Woo

“Wake up!” – Nightmares

During the past two consecutive nights, I have been haunted by nightmares and I only remember two of them, which I still find rather scary than amusing, because as we all know, nightmares are part of us and we can’t just escape them, unless you count waking up as a legitimate method to escape. It is just not always working for me like that. They stay with me but instead of running, I keep confronting them by writing about them. Turn them into stories, my symbolic dreamcatchers.

As someone told me, we make our reality, either we rule it or it rules us and I absolutely agree. Dreams and nightmares aren’t any less real as our perception of the world around us, since it is all just happening in our heads – I love brains.

Here is one of those nightmares – at least what I am able to recall from it:

I am meeting up with a group of people in front of an apartment building complex, which is like at least wenty stories high. It is still daytime but closer to dusk. I can’t really make out their faces but they are familiar to me.
It reminded me a bit of the scene in Stephen King’s IT, wherein the kids meet up to confront the beast for the first time.
We go through a check list of the required items for the task and everything seems to be there. What those items were, has already slipped my mind, I just know they are crucial in order to succeed.
We head into the building, into the elevators to get onto one of the upper floors. The next thing I know is, that we go,through a long corrior with flickering lights into one of the apartments and a girl/woman tells us, that we are should go into our predestined and aggreed upon positions to play our roles in the fight against an unknown threat.
Suddenly all of them go into the kitchen and shut the glas door behind them. So I am left alone in the room and go to the couch, to pretend to be asleep under a cover. I remember that I have to keep my eyes shut, as we had been told, that this would be the way to stay alive long enough to let them or it come closer to attack, because the unkown threat can only harm you if you look right at it.

Then it happens, we can hear an uncanny noise comming fom the outside of the complex. The noise comes from everywhere it seems and everything begins to vibrate, the walls, the table, the couch I am laying on. It sounds like a spaceship engine being slowed down and I can see through my eyelids that the sky behind the curtains is going dark, like something was slowly covering up the sun with a blanket.

The worst thing, I do recall about it, is the unnerving feeling, like my guts were about to boil, once I see that happening. The shadows in the room begin to move as I catch myself peeking through half opened eyes and I can feel a presence moving past my feet. I don’t dare to make a sound or even breathe. Once that fear becomes too much for me to bear, I wake up, right before the attack.

Although the nightmare may have ended, right then and there, the fear lasted for hours, as if I were in a state of shock. Perception of reality is a funny thing. Being able to distinguish between dreams and reality can be really tricky sometimes. Now that I have written down my nightmare, I do have proof that it all just happened in my mind. But who or what tells me that I am not dreaming right now. Maybe I am merely an extra in somebody else’s dream? Wake up.

– Dome Woo

Not good enough!

Sometimes, I don’t even agree with myself on certain issues and need to weigh my options, pros & cons, in order to proceed.

My honest opinion: These can be the best discussions ever, because they make you see so much clearer what is important and what isn’t.
I just had a debate with myself for over an hour, which was pretty interesting (epic), I even surprised myself with this one.

Being in a fight with yourself about political issues in your own country made me realize, I am fully capable of having an argument, point out the truth that hurts and in the end I was even able to win against my conservative side. – Thanks mom for teaching me, how to have a conversation with myself in order to figure out, what I want. I am not crazy, my mother had me tested – So what?!

I sometimes feel like a disappointment to myself, because I am not where I want to be at, at the moment and I know this is a universal feeling, a lot of us have to deal with on a regular basis, may it be our jobs, our relationships or hell, even our families.
It creates the feeling/mindset of not being good enough for anything/something, which couldn’t be further from the truth. So when I get into a halt, because I am not able to figure out which way to go, I start talking to others in order to get a new idea about what to do, because all our minds are limited but become so much more with the input from another source.In the past, people and I myself have been responsible for holding me back, because my selfimage was so distorted, just because I listened and cared too much about what others had to say about me or the issues at hand, instead of trusting myself enough to make a decision or to hold my own ground.
I am done looking for my convictions, because I have already found them and started to live by them. In order to find them, I had to make an awful lot of mistakes and went through a huge amount of troubles, either created by myself or created by others and it is a miracle that I pulled through, came out clean on the other side.
I don’t regret anything, because I wouldn’t be the man who I am today, capable of speaking two languages fluently, capable to write and speak my mind, capable to forgive (maybe not forget), to move on, most importantly capable to change and see things & people for who they are.Nobody is perfect – Perfection doesn’t exist but I am constantly fighting against not being good enough, because we all can be so much more and better than the day before.
Yesterday has come and gone, like long lost love it had to move on, tomorrow is unknown to us, so stop feeding worries or create a fuss. Today is the day we are able to change the outcome of what may, be well our future, so stop saying nay!The feeling of not being good enough, can either be a motivator or hold you back from doing what you want to do. You are the one who decides what it is going to be for you!

On the one hand, I don’t fulfill the qualifications for certain jobs, on the other hand, I am not lacking the knowledge nor the intelligence required.
When I went back to school last year, I didn’t have the patience, because in some courses it wasn’t going fast enough for me and in others it went on too fast for me. I also don’t see the benefit in being taught something that is absolutely not required in the field, that I want to work in.
The educational system is messed up that way, but that is not the only thing that is messed up, it is also the expectations of employers in this and every other country for that matter.
Neither the unemployment office nor our government wants to address these issues. It is not because they are not fully aware of these issues, it is because they don’t care or think enough about them. They think they have it all figured out and just because they all had to go through the same way, they live in the mindset, what ain’t broken, shouldn’t be fixed, but it is broken beyond believe.
Don’t get me wrong, they are aware of a lot of issues regarding the educational system but instead of making it easier, they just complicate things beyond measure. So please wake up and see what is going on, covering your eyes to ignore this, doesn’t make it go away and bureaucracy is not a solution, it is a travesty.

It is no surprise, why I do feel like I am not good enough, because modern society keeps reminding me, every single day, although I do know better. For god’s sake, I taught myself English, because the courses in school weren’t efficient enough.

So, if any of you have contacts to an employer, who needs someone with a talent for writing, someone with an open mind and the knowldge of how new media works (well, tumblr is still a mystery to me), please feel free to share this with them. I am not a freedom fighter, I am just one voice among billions and I have had enough.

I am fully aware that there are more people like me out there, but I also have to do something that I feel comfortable with and all of the jobs I have had until now, made me feel like a slave and not like a contributor to society!- Dome Woo