Born in 1988, Stuck In The 1970's

Tonight is pretty fresh. I dumped modern rock out of the window in favor of some 70's music. Stuff like the Doors, Hendrix, Zeppelin, Pink Floyd and Rolling Stones. Stuff like that are really calming in a weird way. It just brings my mind to think of scenes from the LSD days, right through to the sexual revolution. And right now, I wish that I was living in that era.

I know it sounds silly, but there's a certain appeal about that era that just draws me in. Maybe its the drugs, the protests, the music, the concerts, the social order, the sex and things like that. It represents a lot that I feel is missing in modern times. I think that modern culture lacks the romance, rebellion, creativity, diversity, and is just too polished and commercialized for its own good. There isn't much character to be found these days. Plus I feel that truth is becoming more and more of an under-appreciated gift in current times.

That's where my head is right now, and I like it.

The Fixer

When somethings dark, let me shed a little light on it
When somethings cold, let me put a little fire on it
If somethings old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it
When somethings gone, I wanna fight to get it back again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When somethings broke, I wanna put a bit of fixin on it
When somethings bored, I wanna put a little exciting on it
If somethings low, I wanna put a little high on it
When somethings lost, I wanna fight to get it back again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When signals cross, I wanna put a little straight on it
If there's no love, I wanna try to love again

I’ll say your prayers, I’ll take your side
I'll find us a way to make light
I'll dig your grave, we'll dance and sing
What's saved could be one last lifetime

Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fight to get it back again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fight to get it back again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

-Pearl Jam-

Higher Tone Addiction

Music has been taking a center stage in my life lately, and I like it. It's something that I really can't explain. If there's one world that I enjoy immersing myself in, music has to be a really big part of it. Whether I'm making, or simply just listening to it, I feel right at home with it. It's what's keeping me awake right now in spite of my coming responsibilities. It's my cocaine, heroine,and ecstasy. The constant search for that perfect tune, the constant search for that perfect high. Nothing gets better than the next one. Maybe that's why I'm so disconnected from the outside world. I've always got something playing in my head. More than enough to drown out the voices of the people around me.

Now you know why I've got so little to say all the time. Now you know why I'm never there even though I physically am. Now you know the reasons for my varied expressions. Now you know why my mouth moves, my hands strums, and my head bangs eventhough there is no sound. It's because I've got a louder voice in my head that implores me to listen and act everytime it plays. A louder voice that implores me to search for that perfect high. It really is an addiction. An addiction that I don't know whether or not to look for a cure.

Happy Mer-Dead-Cow.

Night

Ever get that feeling where you have so much to say, but you don't know where to start, so you end up not saying them after all? Well, I'm feeling that right now.

Just yesterday, I got elected president to a club I don't really care much about. In fact, during the whole time, I had my pillow in front of me, resting my head on top of the table, randomly bashing everyone with my usual colorful language. I love colorful language. And yes, one thing led to another, and now I'm the president. But since I already am, I might as well try to do a good job, and get the club rolling.

Then I finally got my guitar back from Ramon. I left it with him over the summer. The strings are rusted, and the only reason I can't change them is because the strings I ordered form Musician's Friend on the 20th of August has still not arrived. Speaking of guitars, I placed an order for a Les Paul this afternoon. And like I said before, I'm not going to get it until mid November.

I think I'm going to go o sleep now. I have absolutely nothing to do. I just came back from dinner.

Another pointless post.

One Death On Verge

If this is what peace feels like, then I'm ready to accept heaven for what it's worth. Maybe even hell, not that I could care less. But a place to sleep at night would be nice. It's all I want. It's all I will ever need. But through it all, I've been branded a liar simply because I've shown a lack of favorable expression towards what others would consider a need.

Maybe this is where stars are born. Dissidents of their time. Rebels with a cause. A need for an ear. Just one pair. A voice for an alternative generation. A generation nonetheless.

Where's mine?

Maybe it lies at the bottom of a pizza box.

Maybe that's where I should look.

Or maybe I should just sleep.

Dad, why are they fighting?
It's when communications between men breakdown.
But can't they fix it?
Men will be men. Animals as they are. Life as it should and as it is.

Just sleep.

DIE!!!!

Somebody is going to DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE AND JUST DIE!!!!!!!! I'm gonna whack them up so badly that, well, they're gonna dieeeeeeeee!!!! Grrr...

*Points at the picture while clenching a pitch fork and a chainsaw!*



Which stupid clown decided not to produce one of these until November??

Update: I just spoke to one of the representatives at Musicians friend, and he said that there's no way that I can get it before November. I guess I'll just have to wait =( Either that, or I'll have to call Gibson directly...

White Beauty

Peaceful mornings to eat my breakfast in. No longer do I have to rush anywhere. Just chill. For now at least.

So far it's been good. It's cool meeting up with some of my mates, and of course, the band mate. Can't help but feel like I'm in one of those UG stories. But hey, what the heck right? At least it gives me momentum to go and get my Les Paul. They say the more you think about it, and the more you want it, it just might come to you. It's the law of attraction. =D

Oh yeah, guess what I found witting around at the back at Walmart??? FOSTERS!!!!! A damn big can too, and of course, a good ol'6 pack for me mates and I. And since I'm officially legal, *hehehe rubs hands together* I see a bright future of riffing, soloing and airplanes. Seriously!

Evenflow, thoughts arrive like butterflies.
He don't know, so he chases them away.
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again.

\m/