11.23.2011

let's see where this goes...

Everything is white here even the noise 
I've pulled the color of my own wool over my own eyes
looking up to the sun behind the heavy white clouds
I focus on one flake and follow it down
Ignoring gravity, it falls, timeless, to rest
I try my hardest to prevent it from blending in as a test
After all, these walls know me best

11.02.2011

Friendships and bonds.

Whoa... weird times in the world of friendships and bonds. I'll never stop learning I guess, but what I gotta do is quit worrying about every move I make and whether or not I'm going to offend someone.

Hello cyberspace. How are you today? It's been a long time, but you're still an available outlet and I reckon I might need that more than ever these days. Thanks for having me.

So yeah, today's rant is about friendships and bonds.

I'm a musician. Have been one full time now for almost 4 years, it's hard to believe. Since I started down this crazy path, I've experienced many wonderful moments as well as very confrontational moments. I live mostly on the road now, with my partner in love and music, Jesse Dee. The bond Jesse and I have is the strongest I've ever felt towards a human being and it only becomes stronger with every beautiful and ugly moment shared. We share everything together. We spend almost 24/7 together. We drive from gig to gig across the country together. We sleep together. We wake together. We eat together. We discuss our feelings and thoughts together. We bitch about shit together. We cry together and laugh together. We go out together. We perform music together. We make music together. And, any time there's a chance, we make love or fuck or whatever the moment brings, whatever the mood dictates. The point is, we do EVERYTHING together so much so that it's difficult to imagine a life without the other. When one of us is gone off doing our own thing, it's like a recharge of energy. We need it to survive, otherwise, we really would just absorb the other and exist as one being and quite frankly, I like who I am as an individual and so if taking space is the way to maintain my autonomy? Well god damn I'm gonna do it! We work hard at ensuring each other's comfort and sense of self is in tact. Our bond is solid, yet there's always an elasticity to us. Always room for change when it needs to happen and we've definitely experienced many changes together.

As for my bond with everyone else? I reckon it's suffered. I reckon it needs some TLC. I spend some nights lying awake worrying about whether or not my friends are still my friends. I guess I have taken for granted the fact that they'll always be there when in fact, they have perhaps filled my place. I don't blame them. It happens. When someone isn't there anymore, people move on. I guess I'm afraid that I'll end up with NO close friends at all. Everyone will become a simple acquaintance I see whenever I'm passing through town. They'll have to pay cover charge to see me too cuz I gotta make a living. And then maybe they won't want to see me so much anymore since it's not like I can spend any real quality time with them at a show! And so the story goes. How she went from being lucky enough to have more than one close friend to having zero. Life is truly a gamble, a game of cards. How are you going to play your hand? I'm on a losing streak for sure.

I'm not asking for pity.

I'm realizing the stuff songs are made of. I'm placing myself in more and more of those lonely highway melodies... words I used to think were lame are now my theme.

And why do I feel weird when I think about all this? That worry is pulling at my pant leg. I mean, the friends I have made in the music business have become some of my tightest friendships and I think it has to do with the fact that we all just understand each other. There's no half-assed catching up to do. There's no "you haven't called/emailed me in a while". There's only an understanding that we lead lives uncommon and nobody GETS that besides other musicians/artists who also exist outside of that normal box which is situated firmly in one place. I'm starting to really feel that. I'm starting to really crave that kind of understanding and peace of mind knowing that I'm not being judged cuz I didn't call the last time I was in town.

I reckon I must sound like an insensitive jerk and I genuinely don't mean to come across as such. I'm only running to the end of whatever rope I've pulled to see where it takes me. Exploring my thoughts. I do this often. I believe it's good to do.

It almost feels like I'm a teenager again and I'm thinking to myself "Fuck everybody! Think what you want. I don't need you!" and then in the same breath, I really don't believe that for an instant. I DO care. I DO want to have friendships outside of music. I want to have many friendships with people from all sorts of backgrounds because everything interests me! I just don't want to feel bad if I don't see them all that often. I just want to pick up where we left off. I don't want to feel insecurity and guilt. I want to feel loved and I want to love. Genuinely.

Is this possible? I ask you, friends.

10.21.2008

Find ME

a little something I wrote a little while ago... shortly after my 27th birthday. I think I was depressed actually. I mean, going through some kind of depression. a little unlike me, I know, but you can't be happy all the time. nor can you please all the people all the time, as Marley once said. Anyhow, here's the rant. please don't let it bring it you down :)

Searching for answers
Through murky waters
And my eyes hurt
And I don’t even know what the questions are anymore
But I’m stubborn
And there’s nothing else to do
Goggles and all
Here I go
Seems like a circular tank I’m in
The water just flows and flows
just carries me
To the end that is the beginning
That is the end that is the beginning
But the end and the beginning
Are different each time
But maybe that’s just cuz my landmarks change
Everything is slime-covered
Slippery, slips from my grasp
Never really had a hold on anything anyway
And anyone who says
I know what’s going on
I know what it’s all about
Is a liar.
Or a fool.
A liar and a fool.
And I may be many things
I may have much attached
But I ain’t no fool
27 years have gone by…..
27 years…..
and it’s not getting any easier,
this search, this quest
this life.
The answers are everywhere
Scattered around corners
Underneath rocks
Up in the trees
Right in front of my
Red, sore, swollen eyes
Gotta quit focusing on the finding
And the answers will find me.

hmmmmm... so I'm thinkin how strange it is that I've started to write in this blog again, and so regularly. but as I ponder that, I realize that perhaps it's due to my closer and closer departure date. I used to write in this thing all the time!! sweet. ok. Enjoy.

I'd like to dedicate my current and on going state of happiness to the lovely Paula Sommers. she is a gem like no other. I'm so lucky to have her in my life. and you know what? I'm so lucky to have ALL my loved ones in my life. this year has been full of larger than life laughs and good times and you all have a place in my happy heart. so, to ALL of you. may you all find that which you need most. and may you all live life with a smile on your face. xxx



10.13.2008

so far nameless...

it's time now
time I gotta let go
let go of all these photos
a box of who I used
to be
a boxful
the lid is overflowing
all this time without me knowing
just waiting to be found
finally
I revisit
revisit all the memories
a bird's eye view, me on my knees
I'm sobbing, get it out
of me

this hurts so much I take a breath I close my eyes I know it's best I gotta let it just
poor and poor
through swollen eyes I barely see you but I feel you make time stop tic toc I'm gonna shut
the door

it's out now

out and all around me
I pick up all the shards be
mindful not to cut
and bleed
I'm clean now
a sanitary landfill
all these contradictions will
someday be the death
of me
I love you
stayed through all my bull shit
and I can't say there won't be more of it
am I worth it to stay
and see?

*any suggestions on a title, I will gladly consider*