| We'll never sing a song we heard on their radio |
[21 Jul 2007|01:51am] |
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Just a brief report on my life as of yet.
After a difficult summer, things are looking up. Getting shit done, shit getting better, etc.
There are other issues that persist, but I can't exactly let that get in the way of my being happy.
So now is the beginning of the getting-shit-done part of my life. I'm cool with that.
enjoy.
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[16 Jun 2007|09:24pm] |
So. I have regained my musical confidence. That's good.
Also I need to chill the fuck out. I'm getting stressed out about work/family/everything for no good reason at the moment. I'll work on that.
Also my birthday is thursday bitches.
That's all.
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[13 Jun 2007|02:51am] |
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im managing well. real well.
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| Journal Burning Party |
[13 Jun 2007|12:59am] |
Everyone should listen to David Dondero. He's a lot better than a lot of you give him credit for.
and i miss you.
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| One day it's a band of gold, next day its a chunk of coal |
[12 Jun 2007|02:40am] |
Whaddup
Summer is becoming monotonous, and I blame it completely on work. Work is always in the back of my mind for some reason; and because of that it causes undue stress. I wish I could be jobless, but the world doesn't seem to work that way.
I can't wait until I'm back in Gainesville again. Monotony occurs, but it can be avoided when necessary. Here you just fall into it.
Oh, and I need to learn how to quit repeating the same sorts of mistakes over and over again; they're fairly annoying. Eventually I'll learn.
I think I'm a little too much into these social networking sites. They provide endless hours of entertainment, because they're being constantly updated by your friends, etc. It's sad, though, that I'm actually half-dissapointed that Facebook is becoming Myspace Lite.
Either way, we need to chill. I've said it a thousand times. Yes, you. Damn awesome people.
Speaking of which, where the hell did everyone go?
I'm done being incoherent. I should sleep.
and I leave you with this because I love this song:
That's how the song sings
When your heart beings this longing
One day it's a band of gold
The next day it's a chunk of coal
You're like a harmony
I'm like a melody
That's you and me
We only disagree
That's how the song sings
That's how it sings
Like a bar with no tv
Tend to let a little conversation breathe
Keep your eyeballs glued to me
Undistracted by the tv screen
So you wanna talk,
wanna really talk,
Well let's not talk
Not even say a thing
That's how the song sings
It's how it sings
You know i try to write a somber song
But I feel I've been away too long
My friends are grown and responsible
I'm a child yet not capable
That's how I come - That's how I go
That's how the song sings
When your heart beings this longing
One day it's a band of gold
The next day it's a chunk of coal
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| we can form the crest of a new wave |
[10 Jun 2007|03:09pm] |
Yo dawgs.
I'm sitting in my room scrounging around for shit about the new against me! album. It's an unhealthy obsession. I did finally sit and listen to the lyrics of one of their new songs... the title track, New Wave. Although they seem to lack their formal lyrical eloquence, they have inserted a nice positive mention in the song, in the form of an aquatic, and fairly trite, metaphor.
I sure as hell hope we can.
So sometimes I think I want to do music on my own. It gives me complete control, I don't need to set practice times, I don't need to deal with artistic differences, etc. But then again, playing in a band is a shitload of fun. I think either way I would be able to play some shows in Gainesville and get noticed in some capacity. Having one person like my music alone is immensely satisfying.
And that is over.
You know, work isn't that bad, except for the whole working part. Nobody EVER let me work in a CVS for the rest of my life. I want to do something that has more than a surface level interaction with the people I encounter. I want to be more than the dude that rings up their medicine/groceries/etc., and tells them where shit is in the store.
Really, being a full time musician would be ideal for me. I'd enjoy it. Playing shows around the country, making albums and shit. It'd be fun and tiring. But that's really not my primary goal. I would, though, like to be involved with it in some capacity for the rest of my life. Thus why I want to own a badass venue for shows. I'd really enjoy the hell out of it.
So before seeing Fake Problems on Roy's birthday, Roy, Mike, and myself encountered a homeless man on the street asking for help. Mike decided to give him five dollars, and we stood around and talked with him for a while. He told us his story, which was very much a series of unfortunate events. It could very well be a fabrication, but if it was, it was fairly detail. It's sad that all the city government wants to do is push these people away... reduce their visibility. Instead of confronting the issue of homelessness-- realizing that our society is not, in fact, equal-- we choose to create policies that will drive them away from the city. All while we fund a billionare's attempt to build a new arena for a shitty sports team. If that's not a blatant display of our government's favor for the wealthy (at least on the city level, but I'm sure you can think of examples on the state and national levels), then I don't know what the hell is.
Anyways. I need to get out of my lyrical rut. All my lyrics suck right now.
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| Wouldn't it be nice |
[30 May 2007|02:31am] |
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Wouldn't It Be Nice- The Beach Boys |
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So basically I listen to Pet Sounds and Be Your Own Pet exclusively. Sometimes Sufjan. Every summer seems to have its soundtrack.
I'm in a weird mood, understandably. For some reasons you'd know, others you wouldn't. It's all good.
I figure that at this point, there are a lot of things out of my control. I guess knowing that is relieving in a sense, but at the same time, horrifying. I would really like everything to be back to normal (who wouldn't?), but I know it's not going to be anytime soon. This summer's going to bring on a lot of responsibility on my part, and in the end, I think it will be good for me.
I am also realizing that I'm at the point in my life where I have to, or can, decide on many things. I'm approaching the point where I have to act on all these ideas I have planned. If you talk to me, you probably know about some of them. Be a rockstar (tentative), own a venue/art gallery/sandwitch shop, be a damn teacher, finish grad school.
I am also worried about some of my friends. I mean, you all know who you are. I can't help it, I'm sorry.
I've also grown very appreciative of my family. My parents are a bit strict, and everyone's insane, but I think I've come out fairly decent. Wouldn't you say so?
I haven't really seen much of anybody for the past week, but I'm gonna be around a bit more now. I mean, there's only so much I can do sitting at home.
I really hope everything will be alright. All around.
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| South of the South |
[23 Apr 2007|03:30pm] |
Sometimes I forget this thing exits.
Either way, the uncontrollable urge to update the damn thing has come again. Maybe because of my recent surge of motivation on the songwriting front, which for some reason makes me love writing in my livejournal. Doesn't make too much sense, but it seems to work that way.
So... end of my first year of college. I'm going to talk about that for a bit. I really have a love/hate relationship with this past year.
Love:
College is fun as hell. I'm not just talking about being able to hang out with my friends all the time and having good amounts of free time to do whatever the hell I want. I'm talking about the academic pursuits too. Thankfully my major (now majors) are rather lax on class requirements, so I basically get free reign to study whatever I want to. This semester I took a class on lesbian african american women in the 20th century... that's pretty awesome. The amount of shit that I can study/learn here is ridiculous and I love it.
Also, shows in Gainesville are awesome. If the shows didn't exist, I'd probably be slightly more bored then I would be otherwise. I'd list all the amazing bands I've seen in Gainesville this year, but then I'd need to do an LJ cut thing and I don't know how to. Hopefully next year, though, I can add myself to that list (because I'm awesome).
Hate:
There's a level of distance between my friends and me on many fronts. There's people that I never see that I'd really like to see, awesome people I've met that I never hang out with, and people that I hang out with all the time that I feel like I increasingly can't relate to. There's a lot of people I'd like to hang out with before I leave to Orlando and when I'm in Orlando and the like. Also I seem to be getting more disturbed then I should about my lack of participation in a relationship at the moment. Just lonely I suppose. That's the least alarming of my issues though.
I suck at calling people to hang out, but if anybody feels like it, call me to hang out. Most of the time I'm just sitting in my room.
So what I want to do is get a CD done, start playing shows, reconnect with friends that I never freaking see, make some more awesome friends, read more, and do half-decently in college.
Not too much to ask, right?
Oh, and I want to go see David Dondero tonight. Anyone wanna take up the walk with me?
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[15 Nov 2006|11:52pm] |
The conductor now applied for their tickets; and Clifford, who
had made himself the purse-bearer, put a bank-note into his hand,
as he had observed others do.
"For the lady and yourself?" asked the conductor. "And how far?"
"As far as that will carry us," said Clifford. "It is no great
matter. We are riding for pleasure merely."
"You choose a strange day for it, sir!" remarked a gimlet-eyed
old gentleman on the other side of the car, looking at Clifford
and his companion, as if curious to make them out. "The best
chance of pleasure, in an easterly rain, I take it, is in a man's
own house, with a nice little fire in the chimney."
"I cannot precisely agree with you," said Clifford, courteously
bowing to the old gentleman, and at once taking up the clew of
conversation which the latter had proffered. "It had just occurred
to me, on the contrary, that this admirable invention of the railroad
--with the vast and inevitable improvements to be looked for, both as
to speed and convenience--is destined to do away with those stale
ideas of home and fireside, and substitute something better."
"In the name of common-sense," asked the old gentleman rather
testily, "what can be better for a man than his own parlor and
chimney-corner?"
"These things have not the merit which many good people attribute
to them," replied Clifford. "They may be said, in few and pithy
words, to have ill served a poor purpose. My impression is,
that our wonderfully increased and still increasing facilities
of locomotion are destined to bring us around again to the
nomadic state. You are aware, my dear sir,--you must have
observed it in your own experience,--that all human progress is
in a circle; or, to use a more accurate and beautiful figure,
in an ascending spiral curve. While we fancy ourselves going
straight forward, and attaining, at every step, an entirely new
position of affairs, we do actually return to something long ago
tried and abandoned, but which we now find etherealized, refined,
and perfected to its ideal. The past is but a coarse and sensual
prophecy of the present and the future. To apply this truth to
the topic now under discussion. In the early epochs of our race,
men dwelt in temporary huts, of bowers of branches, as easily
constructed as a bird's-nest, and which they built,--if it should
be called building, when such sweet homes of a summer solstice
rather grew than were made with hands,--which Nature, we will
say, assisted them to rear where fruit abounded, where fish and
game were plentiful, or, most especially, where the sense of
beauty was to be gratified by a lovelier shade than elsewhere,
and a more exquisite arrangement of lake, wood, and hill. This
life possessed a charm which, ever since man quitted it, has
vanished from existence. And it typified something better than
itself. It had its drawbacks; such as hunger and thirst, inclement
weather, hot sunshine, and weary and foot-blistering marches over
barren and ugly tracts, that lay between the sites desirable for
their fertility and beauty. But in our ascending spiral, we escape
all this. These railroads--could but the whistle be made musical,
and the rumble and the jar got rid of--are positively the greatest
blessing that the ages have wrought out for us. They give us wings;
they annihilate the toil and dust of pilgrimage; they spiritualize
travel! Transition being so facile, what can be any man's inducement
to tarry in one spot? Why, therefore, should he build a more cumbrous
habitation than can readily be carried off with him? Why should he
make himself a prisoner for life in brick, and stone, and old
worm-eaten timber, when he may just as easily dwell, in one sense,
nowhere,--in a better sense, wherever the fit and beautiful shall
offer him a home?"
-Nathaniel Hawthorne, The House of the Seven Gables
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| This Time, This Year |
[30 Oct 2006|03:20pm] |
You Me and the Atomic Bomb
Latterman
North Lincoln
Smoke or Fire
The Lawrence Arms
Saw Wheel
Rymodee
Paul Baribeau
Matty Pop Chart
Erin Tobey
Ghost Mice
One Reason
This is my Fist
This Bike is a Pipe Bomb
Radon
The Bomb
Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains
Gainesville Liberation Orchestra
Verde
Geoff Reacher
Madeline
and
DEFIANCE OHIO
Yeah, my weekend was awesome.
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[10 Oct 2006|10:29pm] |
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Devin is totally making out right now. Right in front of me.
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| sometimes motion is the only thing that keeps us alive |
[15 Aug 2006|04:09pm] |
Last night, while driving for our last whataburger trip with steve I thought of writing some kind of ode to Orlando; the place I've hated for so many years and am only starting to love. Then I realized that doing so would be overdramatic and insincere. I quickly trashed that idea and got excited again.
It's funny and incredibly inconvenient that three of the friends I've known the longest are the ones that are going/have gone off to different places. At least now I have good excuses to visit New York/Tampa/Orlando.
I'm really excited about moving out. I finally started packing things today, so now all I really need to do is stuff all my clothes in the car and drive off on saturday. The only real tinge of sadness I've encountered is when I realized yesterday that Steve is out of here, and for the first time since seventh grade we'd not be going to the same school and hanging out and the like.
College is going to be badass.
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[13 Jul 2006|01:37am] |
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The Eraser- Thom Yorke |
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Three good CDs in 24 hours.... not bad.
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[06 Jul 2006|10:59am] |
| 2006 MAY |
ENGLISH A1 HL |
5 |
| 2006 MAY |
SPANISH B SL |
5 |
| 2006 MAY |
HIST.AMERICAS HL in ENGLISH |
5 |
| 2006 MAY |
HISTORY EE in ENGLISH |
A |
| 2005 MAY |
PHYSICS SL in ENGLISH |
5 |
| 2006 MAY |
MATH.STUDIES SL in ENGLISH |
6 |
| 2006 MAY |
THEATRE ARTS HL in ENGLISH |
5 |
| 2006 MAY |
THEORY KNOWL. TK in ENGLISH |
D |
whaddup.
What I'd like the IB Gods to explain is how my I-did-it-in-one-day-knowing-it-was-a-complete-pile-but-completing-it-simply-so-I-could-pass-IB extended essay get an A, while after getting an A on the TOK essay and having a decent presentation, I got a D in TOK.
Other than that, all is awesome.
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[04 Jul 2006|01:06am] |
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things are pouring out perfectly.
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[01 Jul 2006|07:30pm] |
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The world is on repeat
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| Becaue they can say it better |
[27 Jun 2006|09:06pm] |
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Love Song- Tilly and the Wall |
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I liked tilly and the wall, but I never loved it. I don't think I quite understood it all at the moment. It's shameless love. It's teenage innocence and happiness. It's not really something you see a lot in bands these days, especially those for the teenage crowd. I saw them the other day (as you alll very well know), and I got it. It all clicked. The tap dancing wasn't a gimmick, it was fun, and so is everything asociated with it. I've never seen a band focus so much on just having a good time, and that's so refreshing.
So, Here you go.
well, you walked into the room just like the sun
and woke the caveman from his endless slumber
and with the quickness of your arm
you pulled out a paint brush
and you painted the sky back to blue
and now i’m standing on top of dirty clothes
there’s a tornado spinning in the corner
and electricity flows from your hands into my bones
and my flesh turns pink with its warmth
oh pretty love
don’t worry
with me you don’t need a place to hide
so just sit real still
and the light will flood in over the hills
and now i’m walking around outside
in the springtime every thing is sprouting green
and i watched this fight occur
but only thought about lovers
oh it’s strange how this world becomes pure
and you were standing on top of tip toes
in the kitchen as the water starts to boil
and as we removed each others clothes
i thought i would sing some notes
so that maybe you would slow dance with me
oh pretty love
don’t worry
with me you don’t need a place to hide
so just sit real still
and the light will flood in over the window seal
oh yeah just sit real still
and you and me will bloom
oh you and me will bloom
oh you and me will bloom
on the window seal
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| Mine sucks because i used my ipod |
[22 Jun 2006|09:26pm] |
Step 1: Open up whatever MP3 program you use and add every song in your collection.
Step 2: Put it on random.
Step 3: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarassing.
Step 4: Post and let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 5: Cross-out the songs that someone guesses correctly.
Step 6: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
1) I must be invisible; no one knows me.
2) Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
3) This is what I want, I want all the punks to take to the streets
4) I'm alone, so afriad, so scared except when im with you
5) The roads that stretch ahead of us, the roads that got us here
6) run run run all you do is fucking run
7) Even columbus looks better on the back seat of a bike
8) I know where, I know how, I know when
9) L'Via, hija de Miranda, su apellido se cambio
10) Whats with these homies dissing my girl?
11) I hate and I didn't think the time was right are sometimes the same
12) I do what i'm told for the most part it's alarming
13) Now there's no light
14) What we think is less then we know
15) They say the new world order is just god's master plan
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[20 Jun 2006|12:23am] |
Hot damn...
I know some of you don't trust my taste in music, but listen to this for me please.
http://www.myspace.com/michaeljordantouchdownpass
I wish I had this much talent when i was 15 years old.
Oh, and listen to all the songs... at least 5 times.
I haven't been this musically happy since i found defiance, ohio.
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