It's aleays right before lunch that I feel the need to write. But that's because my mind is dreaming all the way till 1 anyways... I think its true. I'm not dreaming as much lately. I sleep a very deep sleep, because work is pretty tiring I guess. But last night was interesting. I finally got my computer set up for recording. I'm excited, especially, because i've rediscovered older songs, that sing/play differently than they ever have. New emotions, concepts are beginning to make a row in my head. This new climate and city is making for special themes. I thin k my concepts of trees will take a little longer, because I have some single ideas that should be put on wax, with what has already been sonicallycreated. I'm pretty excited. I played some new songs for my roommates and when I first started playing they were loud and obnoxious. By the end, they were silent and focused; mission accomplished.
Seattle is so cool. I love this city. I could seriously live here. What about the rain? Well I definattely wouldn't want to live hetre alone that's for sure. But I think it would be a great place to live, otherwise. The people here, are my people and it makes me feel so good to be accepted. I wish people enjoyed beards and moustaches more here though. In california, we love our moustaches. I guess washington is just too far behind.
Transformers 2 was awesome. Megan fox was hot, but yes, it was a little much. But she's still hot.
The hangover was pretty funny. It wasn't as funny as some of the others, but alex was one of the funniest characters I can think of to date. It was like dumb and dumber meets jack black, meets juno. Good times.
Anyways, I can't wait to start working and lyrics and melodies, but I need to rent or find a better vocal mic. Maybe a nice nuemanns or an AKG eh? Smexy
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Its been too long I think
I was inspired to write this as I read my friends page. She had changed the name of her blog so it represented her life and who she is more fully. Which got me thinking, what does my blog title reflect of me? Is its name accurate? I've realized it is. So much so that since moving to washington, I am obsessed with the roads people have built in the cities I service. I love to drive down them for the sake of enjoying road and its physical features (pot holes, dips and hills etc), the sights and surrounding, and the the thought of what is at the end. Does it run into a beach? Does it run into a house? Maybe I can turn left or right. These different variables keep me exploring new roads,even if my friends just think I'm lost.
Is there a metaphor to this? Certainly. I suppose I love the roads of my mind, I love the roads of goals, and of friendships, and of relationship. Each of which, bring new sights sounds and options. Like some roads, you shouldn't go down them. Maybe its the vehicle in which you are driving it down that may make your trip seem uncertain of success. You may find yourself alone and realize that going at it alone will leave you stranded in a neighborhood, or situation, maybe an emotional disposition.
What roads do we choose? Why do we choose them? Why go down one if you don't know where it will lead? Because its fun. I find myself going down many roads for the thrill of where it will lead. I suppose I can look back and see that there are some roads I should not traveled, only for the fact that they went to a dead in.
I suppose I fear going backwards. I am always looking forward. It could be that, that is my struggle with life, is is learning when to stop and turn back around. Being as stubborn ad I am, I always assume there is another turn, or another road that will head toward a more sure exit, back to the roads I am more familiar with. There are times I may be with a person eho knows the roads better than I. But if I am in the drivers seat. Damned if I dont go down the path of my choose, for better or for worse.
But what about the roads we ourselves build? Like any good engineer, he studies his predecessors. He builds his roads. As a student he makes mistakes. But with a heart and resolve to become more excellent, he learns from his mistakes, and creates, more masterful roads, that others can travel down too.
I suppose I may have built a road just now.
(unedited on purpose)
Is there a metaphor to this? Certainly. I suppose I love the roads of my mind, I love the roads of goals, and of friendships, and of relationship. Each of which, bring new sights sounds and options. Like some roads, you shouldn't go down them. Maybe its the vehicle in which you are driving it down that may make your trip seem uncertain of success. You may find yourself alone and realize that going at it alone will leave you stranded in a neighborhood, or situation, maybe an emotional disposition.
What roads do we choose? Why do we choose them? Why go down one if you don't know where it will lead? Because its fun. I find myself going down many roads for the thrill of where it will lead. I suppose I can look back and see that there are some roads I should not traveled, only for the fact that they went to a dead in.
I suppose I fear going backwards. I am always looking forward. It could be that, that is my struggle with life, is is learning when to stop and turn back around. Being as stubborn ad I am, I always assume there is another turn, or another road that will head toward a more sure exit, back to the roads I am more familiar with. There are times I may be with a person eho knows the roads better than I. But if I am in the drivers seat. Damned if I dont go down the path of my choose, for better or for worse.
But what about the roads we ourselves build? Like any good engineer, he studies his predecessors. He builds his roads. As a student he makes mistakes. But with a heart and resolve to become more excellent, he learns from his mistakes, and creates, more masterful roads, that others can travel down too.
I suppose I may have built a road just now.
(unedited on purpose)
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