Tuesday, March 29, 2011
ramblings#4
and here we go. away and away and away. "what the fuck do you want?" he muttered from the dark room. "get out of the room you much." "you dare say that to me before i've had me sausage you nub ill slit your throat cookey!" "piss off sorry i've distrurbed you morning wank, there is an h drought you know." "well i'm going to china town anyways" "yeah?" "eah" "fuckin ell." "will you get out of bed we got a car waiting?" "sorry nob." the door slams shut.
ramblings#2
the time we spend wasting time. i don't want to waste another second of my life. i never want to be complacent again. i was taught this lesson so long ago. when did i decide that it wasn't important? now i feel that it is the most important aspect of my life. i will be done with school in two years. i hope that i can start or join a band like the BITERS or the Booze. i want that for myself right now. this week i have decided that i don't want to double major in music. it was weird coming to this realization that i never wanted to be a studio musician. i never wanted to be a band teacher or a guitar instructor. at least at this point. i want to become the best musician that i can be. i think that four semesters of music theory have been useful tools to better me as a musician. and i want to start taking lessons and playing so much more consistently. but i never wanted to be making a living off of music, just to say i was making a living off of music. i want to do it on my terms. i can't hold myself back any longer. i need to write and play and really reach for the stars. i love playing bluegrass music. i love rock and roll. i love the idea of being in a rock and roll band with people that get it. The BITERS get it. THe Booze get it. The Avett Brothers get it. Nick gets it. Jake gets it. I get it. You know who i really admire in regards to being a musician. Kyle Greenburg. He is not a music major, yet he puts in so much time and effort on his instrument. It is so awesome to see the dedication and effort that he puts in to not only music, but a lot of the aspects of his life. it inspires me to do the same. music is so crucial. it's hard right now. i need new music. i need the music that has never let me down. i need to just crank up an old tube amp and melt into the tone that rattles my teeth. because music is in the bones. i don't know where the fuck i got it from. but it's in the bones. it's in the bones.
ramblings#1
saw a bench in the park that had g town skins on it. crossed out to say g town mods, crossed out again to say g town skins again. and we all fall down the hill. laughing because we don't want to cry. and you have to grow. always grow and learn. and change. and most importantly love. never stop loving.
i never understood that. until now. i hope that on my tombstone it says he never stopped loving. he fought cynicism until the bitter end.
there is something about the brotherhood of john, paul, george, and ringo that never fails. just four boys from liverpool who grew up in front of the world. totally in love with rock and roll. and each other. if the beatles had never broken up, it wouldn't be as magical. in the end they were destined to implode. they carried the weight of the world on their shoulders for ten years. they eased the pain of vietnam, the assinations of jfk, and mlk. they were there when we walked on the moon for the first time, and they are always there when we need them to be.
i will start writing about what these bands mean to us. i have a lot that i want to share. and when i can't share i'll share more.
i never understood that. until now. i hope that on my tombstone it says he never stopped loving. he fought cynicism until the bitter end.
there is something about the brotherhood of john, paul, george, and ringo that never fails. just four boys from liverpool who grew up in front of the world. totally in love with rock and roll. and each other. if the beatles had never broken up, it wouldn't be as magical. in the end they were destined to implode. they carried the weight of the world on their shoulders for ten years. they eased the pain of vietnam, the assinations of jfk, and mlk. they were there when we walked on the moon for the first time, and they are always there when we need them to be.
i will start writing about what these bands mean to us. i have a lot that i want to share. and when i can't share i'll share more.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Vallentines Day Is Over
Winter is almost over. Not that anyone would notice around here. Although there was snow on Altadena ridge. February was a low month. Finally got through the dreaded cash drought of the winter. From $160 for a power jack replacement, to $190 for jaywalking. I am finally out of the black and into the red (so give us this day our daily bread.) But who am i to complain. Take it easy, but take it.
I finally started my life long goal of reading a biography on every president of the united states. but i think you have to read more than one washington biography. it reminds me of an early day in june. Being in eighth grade. The summer on our skin as we explored the east as the west was won. Can i ever explain it? Can i ever put it into perspective? A recent attempt pales in comparison to the memory.
March will be here soon. what a month. down in fullerton with the BITERS and the Booze. Pre order of all Chewed up on the 1st. At Maximum Volume is out today. For tomorrow we die. And then live again, in the paradigm.
I finally started my life long goal of reading a biography on every president of the united states. but i think you have to read more than one washington biography. it reminds me of an early day in june. Being in eighth grade. The summer on our skin as we explored the east as the west was won. Can i ever explain it? Can i ever put it into perspective? A recent attempt pales in comparison to the memory.
March will be here soon. what a month. down in fullerton with the BITERS and the Booze. Pre order of all Chewed up on the 1st. At Maximum Volume is out today. For tomorrow we die. And then live again, in the paradigm.
Friday, December 31, 2010
2010 Reading List
I achieved my meager resolution of reading ten books this year. I'm in the process of reading The Picture of Dorian Gray which didn't quite make the list. This year i must push it to twelve slightly more academic books. But here's for 2010.
1. Chasing Faith- David Baldacci
2. The Screwtape Letters- C.S. Lewis
3. Fast Facts on False Teachings- Carlson&Decker
4. The Shack- William P. Young
5. The Great Gatsby- F. Scott Fitzgerald
6. 1984- George Orwell
7. Calpton: The Autobiography- Eric Clapton
8. Blue Like Jazz- Donald Miller
9. Life-Keith Richards
10. John Lennon: In His Own Words-Ken Lawrence
1. Reading a David Baldacci book is like watching a movie. He usually writes about D.C. related happenings.
2. The first time i have read this in its entirety. Every christian likes to name drop C.S. Lewis, so just about every time i was reading this book publicly someone would come up to me and say. "I love C.S. Lewis," just to let me know.
3. Informative, yet insensitive, without the love for humanity that is needed if you are going to write a book like this. Focused on every religions problems besides protestantism. Probably because that needs it's own book.
4. It was laying around and i didn't feel like buying another book. What can you say that hasn't already been said? I enjoyed it.
5. I never read this in High School. I thoroughly regret this. Can American literature get any greater?
6. I would like to read Animal Farm this year. I don't like reading anti-Utopian novels, but this was an exception. George Orwell is a great, we all know that. I just like to believe that a Utopia can exist. Completely beside the point.
7. I'm glad i read this. A bit slower than other autobiographies i have read, but still a good read. Not really a bigger Clapton fan now, but a greater admirer maybe. He's been to hell and back.
8. When it was popular to read this i never read this book. I quite honestly thought it was a book for girls. I'm glad i read this book. It was recommended. Everyone should read this book.
9. The Holy Grail of autobiographies. Keith Richards says it best on the inside cover, "This is the life. Believe it or not I haven't forgotten any of it." -Keith Richards. I have never been so satisfied with a rock and roll autobiography. Once you've read this you will permanently adopt the Keith Richards outlook on life.
10. I asked for In His Own Write. Oh Christmas presents. A good read none the less.
1. Chasing Faith- David Baldacci
2. The Screwtape Letters- C.S. Lewis
3. Fast Facts on False Teachings- Carlson&Decker
4. The Shack- William P. Young
5. The Great Gatsby- F. Scott Fitzgerald
6. 1984- George Orwell
7. Calpton: The Autobiography- Eric Clapton
8. Blue Like Jazz- Donald Miller
9. Life-Keith Richards
10. John Lennon: In His Own Words-Ken Lawrence
1. Reading a David Baldacci book is like watching a movie. He usually writes about D.C. related happenings.
2. The first time i have read this in its entirety. Every christian likes to name drop C.S. Lewis, so just about every time i was reading this book publicly someone would come up to me and say. "I love C.S. Lewis," just to let me know.
3. Informative, yet insensitive, without the love for humanity that is needed if you are going to write a book like this. Focused on every religions problems besides protestantism. Probably because that needs it's own book.
4. It was laying around and i didn't feel like buying another book. What can you say that hasn't already been said? I enjoyed it.
5. I never read this in High School. I thoroughly regret this. Can American literature get any greater?
6. I would like to read Animal Farm this year. I don't like reading anti-Utopian novels, but this was an exception. George Orwell is a great, we all know that. I just like to believe that a Utopia can exist. Completely beside the point.
7. I'm glad i read this. A bit slower than other autobiographies i have read, but still a good read. Not really a bigger Clapton fan now, but a greater admirer maybe. He's been to hell and back.
8. When it was popular to read this i never read this book. I quite honestly thought it was a book for girls. I'm glad i read this book. It was recommended. Everyone should read this book.
9. The Holy Grail of autobiographies. Keith Richards says it best on the inside cover, "This is the life. Believe it or not I haven't forgotten any of it." -Keith Richards. I have never been so satisfied with a rock and roll autobiography. Once you've read this you will permanently adopt the Keith Richards outlook on life.
10. I asked for In His Own Write. Oh Christmas presents. A good read none the less.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Fear and Loathing In Tehachapi
What's the point of rain if it's not gonna snow this close to christmas? "You'd think that with this much damn rain it'd be cold enough to snow!" I said to myself as i arrived in town. Matthew Thomas Rockwell editor in chief of the Daily Vowel. Current where a bouts unknown, but for now i was in this miserably rainy but not in the english sense of the word, one horse town. The streets of which were as lonesome and forlorn as any Hank Williams song, and as it was nearly 7:00, they were about to be rolled up to protect it's way of life. Any establishment open any later would surely threaten the very moral fiber that had been its very foundation for the past 100 years. And who would dare threaten that? Not in this weather anyway.
My phone was vibrating off the hook, in the pocket of my trousers. Mary Magdalen wanted to meet for some imported coffee. And so away i went. After all who the hell was supposed to fill me in on who'd been running this three ring circus? coffee or not i needed to know.
As usual i was late. I came bearing the crucifix and not just one but three. If these people have a fear of anything, it's the fear of the almighty. I quickly calculated that three rosaries would equal one hundred and fifty hail marys. It would have to suffice.
After the pleasantries were exchanged like money from liar to a thief, she insisted we add a third member to our hunting party. the coffee was getting to her. i insisted she drive. I didn't know where to go. After all this was the wild frontier. And who would be the king now that we had lost Davey Crocket? It certainly wasn't going to be me. And just who was behind all of this hocus pocery? i demanded answers. she drove like hell.
My phone was vibrating off the hook, in the pocket of my trousers. Mary Magdalen wanted to meet for some imported coffee. And so away i went. After all who the hell was supposed to fill me in on who'd been running this three ring circus? coffee or not i needed to know.
As usual i was late. I came bearing the crucifix and not just one but three. If these people have a fear of anything, it's the fear of the almighty. I quickly calculated that three rosaries would equal one hundred and fifty hail marys. It would have to suffice.
After the pleasantries were exchanged like money from liar to a thief, she insisted we add a third member to our hunting party. the coffee was getting to her. i insisted she drive. I didn't know where to go. After all this was the wild frontier. And who would be the king now that we had lost Davey Crocket? It certainly wasn't going to be me. And just who was behind all of this hocus pocery? i demanded answers. she drove like hell.
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