Saturday, January 24, 2009

Sam's Town

Good afternoon internet! What should you be doing right now instead of reading this? Don't you have a job, or homework, or at least something more constructive you could be doing? My thoughts aren't that great. (Yet, you're still reading)
This week has been... well, a week. Not boring enough to whine about, but not exciting enough to have stories upon stories to convey... the high points of my week were probably either hanging out with friends/ Vanessa on Wednesday, getting my damn math midterm over and done with yesterday (which I'm fairly certain I did poorly on), and hanging out with the regular gang last night (minus Vanessa, unfortunately), and just had an awesome time doing nothing. God... it feels good to act like a teenager every once in a while, a feeling I deny myself of far to frequently with this life I've made for myself. Between an borderline obsessive interest in underground art, a strange philosophical outlook on existing, and a terribly critical view of myself, it doesn't leave a lot of room to just stay up late, rock out, have a bonfire every once in a while, and just sit back and take it easy.
Hmm... What else has been going on... Oh! My baby brother is crawling now (his first birthday is on May the fifteenth, a date that falls precariously close to my own). Anyways, now that he's mobile he's been much happier, although he is a fair deal more difficult to look after because he makes an effort to get into all of the things that he shouldn't be. Toys don't hold his interest (quite) the way that they used to. In a way though, we're all like that, satisfied with the little things that can merely hold our attention, and we will stay that way unless more is brought to our attention... or in the case of people like Max, or myself, go find more. Perhaps it's just some sort of indication of discontentment, but I like to think it's just a "quest" of sorts, to find what the world, and the people have to offer.
The one other thing that I want to comment on is the idea of people going into a "maniac" mode over something they're passionate about. (if that makes any sense) For example, I will be deeply offended, and will not hesitate to aggressively defend the music I listen to, or the artists I care about if they are insulted or attacked by someone else. Most everybody who I can think of has something that means this much to them, which is an awesome thing, because with that kind of passion put into something, incredible thing can be accomplished. The thing that I wanted to get at though is the opposite end of awesome. The way the people hurt each other when caught in the passion of forcing on, or defending something from/on someone. It is understandable to want to have something seen from your perspective, but is it really worth annoying someone, or in a particularly bad situation, flat-out make enemies?
Okay, I think that's everything for today. I should be back later this week with more...words
I totally wrote this post on a "Killers" high. Wait, when am I not on a Killers high?
Now! Go do something constructive!
(It's okay, I'm not either)
-Lover, dreamer, loser

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The Hunters Lullaby

*Cracks knuckles* (Yes, I do that in reality, and it makes me feel cool).
Well, yesterday's post took me like three days to find the time to put that damn thing together, but if all goes as planned this post (Sunday, Jan 11, 2009) should be completed within a few hours. At this point, I feel almost obligated to bore you guys with little tidbits about music, but I have more artists that should definitely be checked out: The first is a group called "Eisley" (used to be named after the city "Moss Eisley" in Star Wars, but after a brief run in with the law department of LucasArts, they dropped the "Moss" in order to avoid a potentially ugly lawsuit). Anywho, a couple days back this delightful family band from Tyler, Texas was brought to my attention by a close friend. I purchased their EP "Telescope Eyes" and found it to be decidedly enjoyable... Sort of Tegan and Sara meets Paramore kinda thing. They have a certain "old-school rustic chick rocker" feel to them which gives a wonderful (but slightly hokey) spunky country girl effect.
Entry time!
Hm... I didn't really do too much between yesterdays entry and this today's post... I guess I just went to church, and had a talked with Vanessa (oh my god, seven months?) In my shallow realm of "dating" this is by a huge margin my longest (and most meaningful) relationship. Of course, there's always odd fluctuations in things, and from time to time, things don't really go according to plan (but usually they turn out better than originally conceived, so that's okay I guess. Also, would life be any fun at all if it always worked out as planned?) Either way though, things have been a bit strange with her, and I've been doing my best to get everything back to what could be regarded as a potential "ordinary", but deep down I feel like that's kinda history.
What else to I have to talk about... Oh! There's an amazing book I've been reading that should definitely be checked out by anyone who likes... well, I'm really not certain how to classify it at all. Really, if you like reading at all, and don't have any problems with graphic scenes then I strongly recommend that you check this out. Picture this: "If you can imagine that Peter Pan's enemy is not Captain Hook, but Neverland itself, or what the whale that swallows Jonah is Moby-Dick, you'll begin to appreciate what this book is about. Anticipate with dread, size, and understand. A riveting reading experience"
-Gregory Maguire, author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Well, I guess that's about all I've got to say about my life right now. I'll be back with another post later this week, maybe next weekend at latest
Caught between the stars and underground, climbing up for the sheer purpose of falling back down
-Any other boy

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Room Noises

Well, well, well... here we are. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-two minutes to think about why you are here. You will not talk. You will not move from these seats. Any questions?
Heh... Movie references (Breakfast Club, for those of you that didn't know)
Anyways, sorry about the wait. I've been away for a while, as I believe I mentioned in my last post. More on that in a moment. The things that have gone on behind the boards that covered up this particular window to my life are many, and most were rather significant, and I'll do my best to get to (some of) those as well. However, first things must come first: Of course, over the holidays, I acquired several new albums, but the two that need an honorable mention on this site are: Stars "Set Yourself On Fire", and Tegan & Sara "The Con". Both are Canadian artists, that fall under the genre of "light, lyric-based indie rock", but obviously both are very different. Actually, for those of you who don't know, Tegan and Sara actually have a fairly interesting history to them. The duo are identical twins from Calgary, Alberta (which, isn't very far from where I live). They used to play as a band "PLUNK" which was absent a bassist and drummer. In their high school's recording studio they recorded their first two demo albums "Who's in Your Band", and "Play Day"
Okay, maybe it wasn't that interesting, (to you, anyways).
Okay, to get going with an actual entry... Wow, this is kinda strange to be writing again... Like I said, a ton has been going on in my life, but for the privacy of certain individuals, I'll keep the details to myself.
My trip to Mexico was awesome! I had probably the most amazing time ever while I was there, and it was hands-down the greatest new years eve of my life! At a point, in the middle of a street (a tiny, cobblestone street too, may I add) there was a fireworks display! A bizarre... tower of sorts, with fireworks all over it! The way the lights sprayed off in all directions, illuminating even the blackest of nights, and lightening even the darkest of hearts on that... Dare I say, warm, evening. The amazing part though, was that that wasn't even the high point of the trip for me. I'd elaborate further, but I really don't want to describe things in depth right now (I'm just not really in the mood), so if you want to know, just ask me, allright?
Relationships are strange. In this instance, I'm not talking about a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. I'm more thinking along the lines of friendships, bonds, trust, love, that sort of thing, y'know? Why should you, or anyone for that matter be putting any faith in me? Who are you to trust a soul that could be darker, more twisted, and much, much deeper than you ever imagined? What give you the notion that confiding in me is your best option? Why even treat it as an option. I'm no guru, so why treat me like I know any better then you?
Well, that's about all I've got. Maybe when I've been properly aroused from this state of mental idle I'll do another, more fulfilling entry here.
But until then: This world isn't kind to little things. Protect the tender things, and the strong ones will take care of themselves
I can be as cruel as you, fighting fire with firewood.

P.S. Don't ask why, but I need a new band name. Please post any ideas you may have as comments, please and thank you!