Put on some Mraz, he fascinates but how can you procrastinate your fate? pick up the pen start scribbling or the forget starts nibbling let it go, it passes like birds in the winter- masses even if they don't care dare to share it's just you no background music trying not to lose it quoting lyrics, using the fretboard up and down with that chord head-thrashing while they're cashing in what they worked hard to get over and over again- tours and hits is this what it's all about? what about real? what about fake? amplify what you make we get problems- so we write about 'em after they come and go, some dumb but I go with the fear, let it loose I got ideas- do you?
::To be revised and etc.
I love being a musician. An artist. For some reason bringing in the "art" part of it makes it more... well, just that it's sort of a higher degree... better. More... just more. But I mean really, we're all artists, there are just those of us who recognize it. That amplify it. Literally and figuratively.
Today I jam'd with my dad again at CERN, and we recorded some of it. I played some drums, a tad of piano and some trumpet. It was actually rather awesome.
Tomorrow we shall wake up around 8-ish and drive for a while to this winter/skiing chalet place where we'll ski with Simon and stuff. Should be fun I guess. I guess I don't really have lots of plans for the break, except playing music, reading, HW, taking pictures, trying to wake up early and maybe hanging out with friends... yeah.
I guess with all this thinking about the end, one hardly notices the middle. And if you just pay attention to the middle, the end just jumps right up. But being in the middle and thinking about the end... and yet the middle too... everything seems weird. But nah nah. Maybe I'm in that weird place where you're suddenly used to being there, and then about to be surprised to actually go back.
I like wizard rock. I really dig that classic 1960's/'70's rock. I was reading some of John Lennon's part of the Beatles Anthology book, and it was rather interesting. It's amazing how... someone can just be so... blown up from the media, and sort of having been made a certain way from it, that we never really... they're not... . Celebrities are sort of treated like a different species in our culture. And yet in my saying that it's still stereotyping. I want this guitar.
Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to live in France for a year? Yeah me neither. But I write; it's just what I do. This blog (though some consider it to be a book...) isn't just about France though and all my ranting; it's pretty much my journal. My life. On the Internet. For all youse people to read. Indeed I am not a professional writer, but I never made you read it. Thanks for checking it out though, and I hope you like it. There's a poll once in a while, some pictures, writing stuff, and some other cool blogs you can check out.
So here it all is, me being inspired, me hating life, me loving life and just... writing. Telling you guys. Or maybe just myself.
NOTE: Most, if not all, of the pictures I put on here are taken by me, but if not I'll probably mention where I got them. Please don't take any of them without asking me, as well as the writing itself. 'Cause stealing isn't cool. ...thanks.
I'm a person, I'm a writer, nerdfighter, I'm a photographer and musician. I play trumpet and electric guitar and am a huge band geek. I like the rain, I try poetry and just lying in the grass. I'm big into classic rock and have had the Beatles' music sort of embedded into my brain at an early age. I try to be awesome, and just "be myself". It seems like we often tend to just think other people are boring or weird or something at first, but you just really got to get to know them. So.. here's my blog.
1 comment:
Wow!!! That is such a good poem!!! You can really write!!
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