rock and roll will never die.
i saw the Raconteurs last night. holy shit was it a good show. both of you who read this need to go out immediately and buy tickets to see them. i saw them last year opening for Bob Dylan shortly after Broken Boy Soldiers came out, and it was real good. but in that set they basically stuck to the album tracks the way they were recorded. this time around they had done some reworks of the older songs that were fucking awesome.
i lost my shit when they played Blue Veins, because i really like the album track, but they stretched that beauty out for what seemed like 10 minutes. they threw in some hard jams, a couple of blazing guitar solos, and more soul and feeling in one song than Kid Rock and even fathom.
ive only had the chance to listen to their new disc a couple times, so most of it is still new to me, but im in love with it already. theres not a bad song that these guys can write. everything Jack White touches turns to gold, and when you add another star in is own right in Brendan Benson the result is staggering songwriting and passionate, brilliant, soulful execution.
the amazing part to me is that this band made a second disc and tour. both White and Benson are front men, but they both yield the spotlight to the other and share it in amazing flurries of ear bleeding guitar glory. they make most popular music sound like a monkey banging on a tin can with a rock and squealing.
Jack White and Brendan Benson wield a guitar like an appendage. not so much like its a tool in their hands, but it is their hands. when the finally put them down at the end of the evening, it seemed odd to me, like they had set their arms in a stand.
the only bad thing about the show was that it ended and a tall guy got in my way a little bit. go fucking see this show. if you do youll also get to see the Black Lips. i was only familiar with a song or two from Left of Center, but they rocked out too. they spanned the spectrum from rather punk rock style to fifties-ish rock stylings to some psychadelia. all of it worked because it was unpretentious, well executed, and real.
i didnt love every song, but its was an excellent show and i intend to buy some of their work.
long story short, this show is well worth the sticker price. its a fucking bargain to see at least two guys who will be in the rock and roll hall of fame in a couple decades. plus theyre both mitten natives which is a bonus in my book.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
chasing dreams
its in my nature, but i cant call it human nature, not to be able to sleep just anywhere. in fact in many cases it takes a week or two to be comfortable sleeping in a new place. having just moved over the weekend and not being able to fill my space with all the clutter that makes me comfortable, sleep has been elusive the last couple of nights.
not being able to move in last night due to waiting for carpet to be replaced, i was able to dive back into a book that i hadnt the time to read. when i read, especially for more then a few minutes, i start to take on the tone and style of writing in my thinking and even in my speech at times. when i was reading an Irvine Welsh novel i started speaking in the Scottish accent that he wrote in completely unintentionally when someone interrupted me. it surprised me as much as my roommate who had addressed me.
anyway, i sat, well, laid, in bed last night awaiting sleep with flowing dark prose streaming through my mind. i thought about the phrase 'try to sleep.' it seems that the more you try the less likely you are to succeed in that endeavor. i lay there trying to become accustomed to the sounds of a new house. those sounds that you dont notice at a place youve lived for a couple months are the same ones that keep you up at night when youve lived there for only a few days. all the clicks and pops and groans of a house, all those innocuous noises keeping me awake, when, in a few weeks i wont even notice. its an odd process. i lay there and marveled at how i have fallen asleep in the midst of a party or innumerable times in a car, and yet, here i was in my bed laying awake because of the smallest noises. i once slept under a tree in a park because i was too tired to walk home, and now, cozy, in my bed, sleep was eluding me.
you cant chase sleep. you have to just relax and open yourself up to it and it takes over. searching for sleep is like searching for Atlantis, youll just end up tired and weary with nothing to show for it.
not being able to move in last night due to waiting for carpet to be replaced, i was able to dive back into a book that i hadnt the time to read. when i read, especially for more then a few minutes, i start to take on the tone and style of writing in my thinking and even in my speech at times. when i was reading an Irvine Welsh novel i started speaking in the Scottish accent that he wrote in completely unintentionally when someone interrupted me. it surprised me as much as my roommate who had addressed me.
anyway, i sat, well, laid, in bed last night awaiting sleep with flowing dark prose streaming through my mind. i thought about the phrase 'try to sleep.' it seems that the more you try the less likely you are to succeed in that endeavor. i lay there trying to become accustomed to the sounds of a new house. those sounds that you dont notice at a place youve lived for a couple months are the same ones that keep you up at night when youve lived there for only a few days. all the clicks and pops and groans of a house, all those innocuous noises keeping me awake, when, in a few weeks i wont even notice. its an odd process. i lay there and marveled at how i have fallen asleep in the midst of a party or innumerable times in a car, and yet, here i was in my bed laying awake because of the smallest noises. i once slept under a tree in a park because i was too tired to walk home, and now, cozy, in my bed, sleep was eluding me.
you cant chase sleep. you have to just relax and open yourself up to it and it takes over. searching for sleep is like searching for Atlantis, youll just end up tired and weary with nothing to show for it.
Monday, May 19, 2008
im home
i moved this weekend. so far so good. the big rub is that the carpet hasnt been replaced in my room, so cant unpack. living out of boxes sucks. other than living with dirty, stinky carpet until wednesday, its great.
my roommates all seem really cool. their friends who helped move were pretty rad too. we had a little bbq on saturday after moving stuff all day, and it was really a good time. i think this is going to work out well. the only thing that could be problematic is noise, because i like sleep and work kind of early, but i think during the week, it should be fine. plus its a nice old house and the noise doesnt carry through.
the house is really cool. i cant say when it was built, but its at least 70 years old, and hast the style to go with it. they dont build houses like this now. its great. there is also a nice big front porch and a deck in the back and off street parking for coming home late at night. the neighborhood is awesome too. i already know more neighbors in two days than i did at any of my previous places out here. possibly more than all 3 previous places put together. a lot of people thought i was crazy moving just of N Capital, and i admit i had some doubts, but so far its perfect. i just wish the carpet was done and i could settle in, but its going to be a while.
i thought i was going to write a lot about moving and how i love the house and the neighborhood and how i think i have finally found roommates that are on the same wavelength i am. i think what says it best is that i look forward to going home not just because i wont be at work, but because there will be cool people to chill with in a cool ass house. the district is growing on me. i havent even settled in, but i feel like i have home, not just a place.
my roommates all seem really cool. their friends who helped move were pretty rad too. we had a little bbq on saturday after moving stuff all day, and it was really a good time. i think this is going to work out well. the only thing that could be problematic is noise, because i like sleep and work kind of early, but i think during the week, it should be fine. plus its a nice old house and the noise doesnt carry through.
the house is really cool. i cant say when it was built, but its at least 70 years old, and hast the style to go with it. they dont build houses like this now. its great. there is also a nice big front porch and a deck in the back and off street parking for coming home late at night. the neighborhood is awesome too. i already know more neighbors in two days than i did at any of my previous places out here. possibly more than all 3 previous places put together. a lot of people thought i was crazy moving just of N Capital, and i admit i had some doubts, but so far its perfect. i just wish the carpet was done and i could settle in, but its going to be a while.
i thought i was going to write a lot about moving and how i love the house and the neighborhood and how i think i have finally found roommates that are on the same wavelength i am. i think what says it best is that i look forward to going home not just because i wont be at work, but because there will be cool people to chill with in a cool ass house. the district is growing on me. i havent even settled in, but i feel like i have home, not just a place.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Welsh people on the cheap...
i was looking up the spelling of renege and it gave welsh as a synonym. i clicked it, wondering what the origin of that was. the link at the top of the page follows.
Welsh People
Find and Compare prices on welsh people at Smarter.com.
www.smarter.com
always compare prices before buying people of Welsh origin. you dont want to get swindled, do you?
i think someone needs to review how they advertise...
Welsh People
Find and Compare prices on welsh people at Smarter.com.
www.smarter.com
always compare prices before buying people of Welsh origin. you dont want to get swindled, do you?
i think someone needs to review how they advertise...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
like any good explosion...
i went to The Black Keys concert last night at the 930 club. its was awesome. like any good explosion, there was a great effusion of sound and light. it was everything i expected and more. i expected soulful ear scorching guitar, and it was so. i will have to put Dan Auerbach among the likes of Jack White and Augie of The Hard Lessons in terms of guitar playing. all three totally awesome in their abilities to coax and incredible amount of sounds and soul from six strings. its like they were made with the guitar in mind.
the percussion provided by Pat Carney was great too. typically simple, but a few of their songs end up all syncopated and off-beat at times only to return to where it began. sure, its not the most impressive thing i have ever seen, but the style of music isnt well suited to drum solos. solos, by the way, is a palindrome. Carney lays down the foundation for Auerbach to build upon, and in that respect, hes perfect.
so the music was kick ass. thats been established. but the stage set up was pretty sweet too. they had all sorts of nifty lights spraying the stage, crowd, and rafters with various patterns and colors through out the show. they also had some bright as shit lights that would flash like lightning when shit got real crazy and at times i had to close my eyes. it was like staring at the sun and i think thats the idea. it was a like an explosion of soul and rock. fucking sweet.
they also had this giant inflatable tire behind them. you know how some bands have big banners and stuff behind them, well they had this tire. i can only imagine that this was inspired by the Uniroyal tire on I-94 just outside Detroit. thats what i thought of as soon as i saw it. then, that is my hometown.
long story short, if you like rock music listen to the Black Keys. then see them live. afterwards your ears will ring and youll see stars. in such a good way. im still reeling from it.
the Buffalo Killers were the opening act. they were good, definitely skilled. not really my thing. its wierd how if you take the Keys, who im totally gay for right now, and tweak it a little bit, you end up with something that doesnt do it for me. take the keys and make them a little more metal, a little more Guns n Roses and a little bit Lead Zeppelin, and i just dont feel it. anyway, they did pique my appetite for what was to come with the Keys. and they were good, so if you like blues rock with a little metal twist, you should totally check them out.
now im all sleepy after sitting in meetings this morning, going on like 5 hrs sleep since i got home at like midnight, reliving the show last night, and half assedly doing my job. im so glad that pandora.com exists. the music the pump into our office is terrible, absolutely awful when compared to what i witnessed last night.
look out as i see Mr White with fellow Detroit native Brendan Benson in their band, the Raconteurs, on the 28th. that should be a good one, too. i saw them last summer with Bob Dylan, and that was great. this show is going to be at the 930 club, which holds maybe 2,000 rather than a stadium for 20,000, so it will be much more personal and generally awesome, especially since the Black Lips are opening, and ive got a growing appreciation for them lately.
i heart musics.
the percussion provided by Pat Carney was great too. typically simple, but a few of their songs end up all syncopated and off-beat at times only to return to where it began. sure, its not the most impressive thing i have ever seen, but the style of music isnt well suited to drum solos. solos, by the way, is a palindrome. Carney lays down the foundation for Auerbach to build upon, and in that respect, hes perfect.
so the music was kick ass. thats been established. but the stage set up was pretty sweet too. they had all sorts of nifty lights spraying the stage, crowd, and rafters with various patterns and colors through out the show. they also had some bright as shit lights that would flash like lightning when shit got real crazy and at times i had to close my eyes. it was like staring at the sun and i think thats the idea. it was a like an explosion of soul and rock. fucking sweet.
they also had this giant inflatable tire behind them. you know how some bands have big banners and stuff behind them, well they had this tire. i can only imagine that this was inspired by the Uniroyal tire on I-94 just outside Detroit. thats what i thought of as soon as i saw it. then, that is my hometown.
long story short, if you like rock music listen to the Black Keys. then see them live. afterwards your ears will ring and youll see stars. in such a good way. im still reeling from it.
the Buffalo Killers were the opening act. they were good, definitely skilled. not really my thing. its wierd how if you take the Keys, who im totally gay for right now, and tweak it a little bit, you end up with something that doesnt do it for me. take the keys and make them a little more metal, a little more Guns n Roses and a little bit Lead Zeppelin, and i just dont feel it. anyway, they did pique my appetite for what was to come with the Keys. and they were good, so if you like blues rock with a little metal twist, you should totally check them out.
now im all sleepy after sitting in meetings this morning, going on like 5 hrs sleep since i got home at like midnight, reliving the show last night, and half assedly doing my job. im so glad that pandora.com exists. the music the pump into our office is terrible, absolutely awful when compared to what i witnessed last night.
look out as i see Mr White with fellow Detroit native Brendan Benson in their band, the Raconteurs, on the 28th. that should be a good one, too. i saw them last summer with Bob Dylan, and that was great. this show is going to be at the 930 club, which holds maybe 2,000 rather than a stadium for 20,000, so it will be much more personal and generally awesome, especially since the Black Lips are opening, and ive got a growing appreciation for them lately.
i heart musics.
Monday, May 12, 2008
dean&delucca to IHOP
saturday was nuts. friday was a long day, and when i finally found my way into bed i wasnt inclined to leave it. by the time i did it was well after noon. slightly later my friend chris and i went to dean and deluca (sp?) to get sushi, because as sushi goes, its cheap and delicious. as we were finishing up i went to get a cup of coffee and chris runs up to me, and hes flipping his shit!
'Thom Yorke and Johnny Greenwood are here! holy shit, come here!'
and they were. eating yummy food at the market a table away. we hadnt even noticed them in the sea of hipsters. so what else to do but follow them around and see what Radiohead does on the day of a show. evidently its a light lunch at the market followed by some shopping at urban outfitters. we watched them try on hats and coats for a while. it was crazy that we were the only people to notice them. someone at the cafe had them sign a bottle of wine, but other than that they walked around like they were me. just some dudes.
its weird to think that britney (sp?) spears is constantly mobbed when she has no talent and is out of her mind, but radiohead, an amazing and respected and widely known band, can just walk down the street in washington dc and no one notices. it was crazy. and Thom Yorke is kind of short. you think that larger than personalities would have bodies to match, but hes a few inches smaller than me. i found this interesting.
then i met up with my brother, sister in law, cuz and cuz's friend for the Kanye show that my brother got free tickets to. i was in mostly for Lupe Fiasco and NERD. they were definitely the best part of the show. if you have the chance to see either, you should.
then rihanna came on, and it was alright. i was into my 4th or 5th beer by then and i think that made it more enjoyable. for me, that music has trouble standing up on its own. it needs a booze-crutch. she stole 'paper planes' from MIA. at first i was all jacked about it, then i got pissed. what the fuck is rihanna, who is already all famous and rich, doing stealing a jam from MIA who is not all famous and rich?
by the time Kanye came on i was deep into the beer and had a shot with Anne and Kevin. it was geed enough, though i didnt like that he was the only one on stage. like hes the only thing behind the music. that irks me. give credit where its due. he just came of as an arrogant spotlight hog. i dont really remember like half the set.
then we left. i kept sticking my head out the window. Anne took off her bra and kept whipping it out the window and got pissed that she didnt get a reaction. but we later explained that people get excited about boobs, not bras. i dont really remember getting home to Tim's place, but i do remember diving into a chair a couple of times. that was fun! then Sarah gave me some food and i ate it and fell asleep on their leather couch, which was comfy enough, but made my back sweat. then we went to IHOP and it was the right way to complete what was begun the night before.
'Thom Yorke and Johnny Greenwood are here! holy shit, come here!'
and they were. eating yummy food at the market a table away. we hadnt even noticed them in the sea of hipsters. so what else to do but follow them around and see what Radiohead does on the day of a show. evidently its a light lunch at the market followed by some shopping at urban outfitters. we watched them try on hats and coats for a while. it was crazy that we were the only people to notice them. someone at the cafe had them sign a bottle of wine, but other than that they walked around like they were me. just some dudes.
its weird to think that britney (sp?) spears is constantly mobbed when she has no talent and is out of her mind, but radiohead, an amazing and respected and widely known band, can just walk down the street in washington dc and no one notices. it was crazy. and Thom Yorke is kind of short. you think that larger than personalities would have bodies to match, but hes a few inches smaller than me. i found this interesting.
then i met up with my brother, sister in law, cuz and cuz's friend for the Kanye show that my brother got free tickets to. i was in mostly for Lupe Fiasco and NERD. they were definitely the best part of the show. if you have the chance to see either, you should.
then rihanna came on, and it was alright. i was into my 4th or 5th beer by then and i think that made it more enjoyable. for me, that music has trouble standing up on its own. it needs a booze-crutch. she stole 'paper planes' from MIA. at first i was all jacked about it, then i got pissed. what the fuck is rihanna, who is already all famous and rich, doing stealing a jam from MIA who is not all famous and rich?
by the time Kanye came on i was deep into the beer and had a shot with Anne and Kevin. it was geed enough, though i didnt like that he was the only one on stage. like hes the only thing behind the music. that irks me. give credit where its due. he just came of as an arrogant spotlight hog. i dont really remember like half the set.
then we left. i kept sticking my head out the window. Anne took off her bra and kept whipping it out the window and got pissed that she didnt get a reaction. but we later explained that people get excited about boobs, not bras. i dont really remember getting home to Tim's place, but i do remember diving into a chair a couple of times. that was fun! then Sarah gave me some food and i ate it and fell asleep on their leather couch, which was comfy enough, but made my back sweat. then we went to IHOP and it was the right way to complete what was begun the night before.
grasping for hope
the tigers are terrible. theyre looking like the tigers 4 years ago. but this is after spending the second most in the majors on their roster and being preseason favorites. the wheels have fallen off and evidently, their sanity is slipping too. their game against the yankees was rained out yesterday. the last rainout against NY was followed by a seven game win streak in the post season. some are saying this rainout is a good omen. i know baseball is a superstitious sport, but come on. i hope they start winning, but how about focusing on playing sound ball rather than looking for help from the rain gods?
all that money that Illitch spent has done nothing to earn their pay to date. Willis has pitched 5 innings. Cabrera is producing, but not to the expectations everyone had. without them, the blockbuster offseason trade, the tigers would be in much the same position, except with hope for next season and the future. im beginning to be happy that i dont get any tigers games here.
all that money that Illitch spent has done nothing to earn their pay to date. Willis has pitched 5 innings. Cabrera is producing, but not to the expectations everyone had. without them, the blockbuster offseason trade, the tigers would be in much the same position, except with hope for next season and the future. im beginning to be happy that i dont get any tigers games here.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
ouch.
from the comments section on a Freep article about my slumping and woeful tigers:
"**inappropriate joke alert** The Tiger offense is showing as much life as Eight Belles. Thanks, I'll be here all week."
which brings up two important sports questions. first, whats wrong with the tigers!? second, whats going on in horse racing?
the tigers made some good trades in the off season that kinda smelled like the yankees. i was supportive at the time. it sounded like wed be playoff bound. but now, the tigers are 14 and 20 and have dropped 4 straight after nearly climbing back into a respectable 500 position. this whole thing now reeks of an attempt to buy a pennant when it seems to me that the tigers had been cultivating good talent through drafts and farm systems and the occasional trade. that strategy got them into the world series a couple years ago. this strategy seems to have bought them a dismal record and cost future prospects. i liked the old Dombrowski plan better than this one. only time will tell... this is after all a team the swept the yanks in their home park, but also lost their opening home series, no was swept, to the royals. your guess is as good as mine.
this whole eight belles thing make me wonder what the hell is going on with horse racing. barbaro last year, now this. perhaps breeding has gone too far. if a horse injures itself running, something thats as natural to a horse as breathing, to the point that it must be put down, something is amiss. its not like the horse fell, or crashed, or was attacked by wolves, it was slowing down after the race and both front ankles gave out. i think something needs to be assessed there. perhaps they need to take a look at mixing up that gene pool a little or something. im not knowledgeable enough on the subject to say what the fix is, but when in big races in consecutive years horses sustain life ending injuries, something needs to change. if ball players died in the world series in one year, you know theyd take a hard look at that...
"**inappropriate joke alert** The Tiger offense is showing as much life as Eight Belles. Thanks, I'll be here all week."
which brings up two important sports questions. first, whats wrong with the tigers!? second, whats going on in horse racing?
the tigers made some good trades in the off season that kinda smelled like the yankees. i was supportive at the time. it sounded like wed be playoff bound. but now, the tigers are 14 and 20 and have dropped 4 straight after nearly climbing back into a respectable 500 position. this whole thing now reeks of an attempt to buy a pennant when it seems to me that the tigers had been cultivating good talent through drafts and farm systems and the occasional trade. that strategy got them into the world series a couple years ago. this strategy seems to have bought them a dismal record and cost future prospects. i liked the old Dombrowski plan better than this one. only time will tell... this is after all a team the swept the yanks in their home park, but also lost their opening home series, no was swept, to the royals. your guess is as good as mine.
this whole eight belles thing make me wonder what the hell is going on with horse racing. barbaro last year, now this. perhaps breeding has gone too far. if a horse injures itself running, something thats as natural to a horse as breathing, to the point that it must be put down, something is amiss. its not like the horse fell, or crashed, or was attacked by wolves, it was slowing down after the race and both front ankles gave out. i think something needs to be assessed there. perhaps they need to take a look at mixing up that gene pool a little or something. im not knowledgeable enough on the subject to say what the fix is, but when in big races in consecutive years horses sustain life ending injuries, something needs to change. if ball players died in the world series in one year, you know theyd take a hard look at that...
what moves you
there was an earthquake yesterday here. yea, northern VA earthquake. i felt it. everyone says im full of shit, but i swear i did. i thought a delivery truck backed into the building or something. so ive experienced an earthquake, and in a nicely minimal way. 1.8 on the Richter scale. a little rumbling.
i realize its barely newsworthy, but for a midwestern boy, this is a new phenomena.
yawn
i realize its barely newsworthy, but for a midwestern boy, this is a new phenomena.
yawn
Monday, May 5, 2008
a rant
this is mostly me lamenting, so feel free to skip it. i just need to get this off my mind.
why do people lie to friends? what good can it possibly do? if you will do something, just do it. and if for whatever reason you cant, fucking pick up the phone and let the other people know not to waste their time. its ridiculous. and its ridiculous that this shit gets to me. i think its the dishonesty of it all. i wish i could not care. i wish it didnt affect me. but it does.
also, what the fuck is up with still's disease. this shit pisses me off. why has this weekend been so taxing on me. i didnt even do anything to stress my body, and here i sit, feeling crappy, further weighing on my mood. at least ive got drugs to help. not the recreational kind. the kind that the doc prescribes. i thought everything was going so well. i hadnt had problems in so long.
support stem cell research. support all research. there are lots of people out there with worse problems than mine. we all want a better way, even if not for us, for the well being of next kid who is diagnosed with still's disease or diabetes.
'these long lonely years out at sea
have left me empty, cold, and clear,
pour yourself into me.'
why do people lie to friends? what good can it possibly do? if you will do something, just do it. and if for whatever reason you cant, fucking pick up the phone and let the other people know not to waste their time. its ridiculous. and its ridiculous that this shit gets to me. i think its the dishonesty of it all. i wish i could not care. i wish it didnt affect me. but it does.
also, what the fuck is up with still's disease. this shit pisses me off. why has this weekend been so taxing on me. i didnt even do anything to stress my body, and here i sit, feeling crappy, further weighing on my mood. at least ive got drugs to help. not the recreational kind. the kind that the doc prescribes. i thought everything was going so well. i hadnt had problems in so long.
support stem cell research. support all research. there are lots of people out there with worse problems than mine. we all want a better way, even if not for us, for the well being of next kid who is diagnosed with still's disease or diabetes.
'these long lonely years out at sea
have left me empty, cold, and clear,
pour yourself into me.'
Sunday, May 4, 2008
scribblings
ive been keeping a 'journal' of sorts for a bit more than a year now. the idea was to capture all the ideas that so fleetingly stream through my head. this is from about a year ago. i like it a lot.
i hate that damned cigarette between her lips
she commits to come back every time she hits
gotta be her longest running relationship
if only i could be an addictive habit.
obviously, it was about a girl i had a crush on with a smoking habit who was also elusive. shes a memory now, but left a lovely little legacy in those four lines. that dashboard crybaby has nothing on me!
a captured moment:
i was walking around the airport in philly on a layover. from the airport, this is not a beautiful city. its almost as if detroit had put the airport on zug island.
anyway, as i cruised through the gloomy outdated halls with low fluorescent lighted ceilings overlooking the runways, planes and heavy industry outside, i see a couple. theyre not old, but they have the benefit of experience. both are relatively fit, with salt and pepper hair. their arms around each other, sauntering through the flickering gloom, unaffected, their love lifts them above the crap.
id like that. perhaps i idealize and oversimplify things, but id like to live with that love.
just a couple exerpts from my scribblings over the last year or so. two that i like a lot. you may not. feedback/comments are welcome.
i hate that damned cigarette between her lips
she commits to come back every time she hits
gotta be her longest running relationship
if only i could be an addictive habit.
obviously, it was about a girl i had a crush on with a smoking habit who was also elusive. shes a memory now, but left a lovely little legacy in those four lines. that dashboard crybaby has nothing on me!
a captured moment:
i was walking around the airport in philly on a layover. from the airport, this is not a beautiful city. its almost as if detroit had put the airport on zug island.
anyway, as i cruised through the gloomy outdated halls with low fluorescent lighted ceilings overlooking the runways, planes and heavy industry outside, i see a couple. theyre not old, but they have the benefit of experience. both are relatively fit, with salt and pepper hair. their arms around each other, sauntering through the flickering gloom, unaffected, their love lifts them above the crap.
id like that. perhaps i idealize and oversimplify things, but id like to live with that love.
just a couple exerpts from my scribblings over the last year or so. two that i like a lot. you may not. feedback/comments are welcome.
perspective part 2
i still marvel at the wonder of perspective. how the same event, the same words, the same things can mean different things to different people. to one person graffiti is art. to another its just plain vandalism.
someone told me recently that my muse blog was kind of creepy. i still dont see it that way. granted, i dont want to. it was intended to be a tribute to her affect on me in such a breif time. its true. she inspired many scribblings. and seeing as that is the general focus of this here blog, it ended up on the internet for people to call creepy. once again, perspective. to him it was creepy, to me it was inspiration.
i found the poem i wrote in high school and won an award for last weekend. i thought it sucked at the time. i still dont think its all the good, but it cuts right to the heart of this perspective thing thats been rattling around my skull that last few weeks. here it is:
Would It Really Be Strange?
Would it be strange if I could fly?
Or if George Washington was still alive?
Well, good sir, I have my doubts,
This subject I've done much thinking about
Through all my years I've heard the phrase,
'All is relative' is what they say.
Now if this statement is truth,
And these things extant in my youth,
It seems to me
These things would not be
Oh so strange as they appear
If they were here for all our years.
For if that phrase is applied,
You know it cant be denied,
That the real oddity would be
That they're not strange to you or me.
thats it. those four silly quatrains written for extra credit in an english class won me the city writing contest for high school. i honestly felt bad. i mean the general premise is good, but it kind of sucks. i was happy that when they sent it to the state i didint win anything.
i like to think that my writing has generally improved. i havent put all that much on here. its one of those things that you like doing, but once you have an audience its a bit daunting. again perspective: when its just for me, its easy, but with an audience its a whole different game.
someone told me recently that my muse blog was kind of creepy. i still dont see it that way. granted, i dont want to. it was intended to be a tribute to her affect on me in such a breif time. its true. she inspired many scribblings. and seeing as that is the general focus of this here blog, it ended up on the internet for people to call creepy. once again, perspective. to him it was creepy, to me it was inspiration.
i found the poem i wrote in high school and won an award for last weekend. i thought it sucked at the time. i still dont think its all the good, but it cuts right to the heart of this perspective thing thats been rattling around my skull that last few weeks. here it is:
Would It Really Be Strange?
Would it be strange if I could fly?
Or if George Washington was still alive?
Well, good sir, I have my doubts,
This subject I've done much thinking about
Through all my years I've heard the phrase,
'All is relative' is what they say.
Now if this statement is truth,
And these things extant in my youth,
It seems to me
These things would not be
Oh so strange as they appear
If they were here for all our years.
For if that phrase is applied,
You know it cant be denied,
That the real oddity would be
That they're not strange to you or me.
thats it. those four silly quatrains written for extra credit in an english class won me the city writing contest for high school. i honestly felt bad. i mean the general premise is good, but it kind of sucks. i was happy that when they sent it to the state i didint win anything.
i like to think that my writing has generally improved. i havent put all that much on here. its one of those things that you like doing, but once you have an audience its a bit daunting. again perspective: when its just for me, its easy, but with an audience its a whole different game.
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