There's not a lot I enjoy more than going along to one of Shaun's gigs, or jamming with him on a Monday night over pizza. But one would be forgiven for wondering whether I was ever plagued by demons - some grizzling gremlin crouching on my shoulder, on the grainy periphery of my vision - that I should be better than him. No no no nonononononono NO! Of course not! Get that thought right out of your head! This instant! My path is clear to me - I enjoy my profession and do not lack for creative output! And although no longer at the top of my game, I can still belt out a few tunes when the situation calls for it... I don't need the groupies, the traveling, the recognition. I'm a programmer!

But still...

He's only my little brother, and one of the defining characteristics of little brothers is that you get to show them how to do stuff... but gone are the days where I'd sit in my room pumping out the Metallica riffs while little Shaun would sit waiting for me to show him a few more chord progressions, or where my stern countenance would provide the advisory role of aged wisdom while he slapped away at a few tunes he'd meticulously composed.

No, for better or worse I've moved on to a different part of my life where creating music plays little part. Now the boundaries of my creative world have moved to enclose computer programs and online rants. These things I do better than Shaun. The Argument is Over.

Little does our hero know...

And then my browser inevitably crawls straight into the manically grinning toothy facade of Rock God Seshna. Double-take! WHAT!? WHAT IS THIS!? Awesomely groomed wild sideburns whistling in the harsh wind, manipulating his hordes of wailing groupies with wild swinging windmills, this ENIGMA explodes all over the internet with alarming elegance, wending hypnotic spells and alluring visions that invariably draw the humble reader into his conjoured world. Channeling raw character through cracks in language itself to form glacial blog formations; pressurised gas that escapes the confines of his mind to crystalise and foment in the open atmosphere, forming icy droplets of soliloquy.

Yes, with this new personification of his rock essence, Shaun has yet again begun to co-opt a whole genre of culture in which I had carved a small place for myself. Though it has not yet occurred I can clearly see the moment approaching where my role has reduced to a Monday evening session where my authored works are allowed to bask in the trickles of light his literary shadow has not yet soaked up.

The ironic insult, of course, being that the very weapon he would use against me on the Internet - the personified Rock God - is a very echo of the musical betterment from the past!

Betrayed!

I am left to ask myself: what do I have left? I guess I did get to do the whole Uni thing - at least I've got that over him. Yes, that's it! I shall lord the erudite backwash of my tertiary training over him! The path that leads to the title Ba Sc (Hons) Comp. Sci is no merry walk in the park I'll have you all know!

Of course then there's Matty. Not content to just do Comp Sci like I did, he's gone ahead and done a double major with Mechatronic Engineering. I see it now; the little bastards have conspired to totally undermine me! Their festering plot has flourished under my innocent inattention, and I have awoken to it almost too late. I shouldn't have stopped here, this is twin country.

Accept my fate; move to another creative area and fortify; or resort to crude sabotage and name calling?

At least I can still beat em up.

I assume I can still beat em up.

Seshna's blog has moved to cechner.com
[Presumably] to celebrate the move, Director Bob has written him a screenplay.