Have you ever sung in a crowd? a huge crowd, like a concert or a festival with thousands of people surrounding you? it doesn't matter at all how loudly you sing. you could be singing at the top of your lungs, so hard that you'll have no voice in the morning, but no matter how hard you sing you still can't hear yourself, yet the noise around you is deafening. have you ever been in that situation and looked at the people around you? it doesn't matter their age, sex, race, nationality, any of your differences. in that moment you are bonded in this music, singing together at the top of your lungs.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
listen...
Have you ever sung in a crowd? a huge crowd, like a concert or a festival with thousands of people surrounding you? it doesn't matter at all how loudly you sing. you could be singing at the top of your lungs, so hard that you'll have no voice in the morning, but no matter how hard you sing you still can't hear yourself, yet the noise around you is deafening. have you ever been in that situation and looked at the people around you? it doesn't matter their age, sex, race, nationality, any of your differences. in that moment you are bonded in this music, singing together at the top of your lungs.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
grown
what is the purpose of growing, knowing, being told "hey, welcome to adulthood!"
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Oberlin: Day 1
Oberlin is very small. everyone told me that, but i didnt really think it would be this small! i mean, it's relatively normal sized for a town in the 1950's or something (which is about as modern as the architecture gets too) and not much has changed since then. there's the same old vintage movie theater, old buildings, "downtown" shops, etc. it's kind of an odd mixture, because the college is in the middle of the town and is a mash of old or retro and new/modern buildings. it's one of those funny little towns where everyone seems to be so bored with the ordinary people they see every day that if you're new they will talk your ear off. literally. driving into town i got that going-to-visit-grandma feeling. you know what i mean? how it seems like no matter how many years go by, everything will be the same and stay that way. tradition! the bed and breakfast i'm staying in even has that grandma's house smell.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Walls
you know how people say things like "sometimes i put up walls. not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to tear them down"? well, ok, great. excellent statement. except, what happens when someone does tear that protective wall down and then you're just left there all wall-less and scared and they decide they dont really want to be the one to climb that pile of rubble? (like how i'm just going with the metaphor thing here?) does that basically mean you're screwed? no one ever writes about that so much. just something to think about i guess.
Friday, March 5, 2010
parental advisory
Monday, March 1, 2010
Happiness is a Warm Gun....
I have this weird thing about lady bugs. somewhere someone told me that whenever you see a lady bug the person you like/love is thinking of you. maybe it's a myth? like the indians believe that when you sneeze somebody's thinking of you?
anyway, recently i've been seeing lady bugs EVERYWHERE. i have no idea
Monday, February 22, 2010
Incubus
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
2010 Valentine's post mortem
Monday, February 15, 2010
Watsky
Sunday, February 7, 2010
the best policy?
Monday, February 1, 2010
Untitled
I wrote this one a while ago. you may have already read it. you may not. but here it is either way. =)
Untitled
“Damn girl! You must be wearing space pants, cause your ass is out of this world!”
… Well thanks Mr. Creepy Berkeley man, I guess.
Cause after years of having guys stare at my ass and my chest
Instead of my face and my eyes I have no energy left to give up protest.
Girls don’t walk down the street saying “damn boy! Nice cock.”
So what gives you the right to treat US like livestock?
A man who bangs 2 chicks the same night, he gets a high five and “Score!”
But if a girl dates two guys at the same time people call her a whore.
Poor girls waiting, searching all life long for Mr. Right
When all the guy’s want to be is Mr. Just-for-tonight
And sometimes I wonder, are happy endings for real?
Or just another fictitious lie the population conceals?
Little girls dressing up, messing up, fessing up, writing his name
In notebooks with hearts then getting the blame
For not being a good girlfriend, when he was the one
Who “accidently” kissed that girl at the party cause he thought it was fun.
So then next time I walk down the street and some guy says “nice butt”
I’ll turn around and say “Hey ass hole! Sit down and shut up!
“I am beautiful, but how the hell would you know that
When you first judge girls’ hotness on weather they’re skinny or fat.
You kiss your mama with that mouth?
Or does she even know you say stuff like that?
When 50 years ago she had to put up with the very same crap
From guys just like you, with no balls and a loud voice
So take a second, think about it, and make the right choice.”