My blog about Bands, Random Thoughts, Pretty People, and anything else that I feel like.
Mon
Aug
8
Have you ever just laid in bed and thought about the previous day so much so that you can’t sleep? And every little thing you remember, you can’t help but hope you never forget.
Sat
Jul
9
So, today I got to the church to clean it around 10am. Well, little did I know, at that time many people were there planning for Vacation Bible School. So, instead of cleaning around people, I just decided to hang out until they left. There, there was a five-year-old girl named Kaley who I have in Children’s Church on Sundays, and two teenage girls (thirteen and fourteen, I believe) named Heather and Amber. Well, at one point, the four of us were sitting around talking and somehow we got on the subject of how I was supposed to go on a date tonight. Then, Amber spoke up, just picking on Kaley as grown-ups typically do, and said something about how she had a boyfriend. Then, Kaley said something about “I sent him a card that said ‘I love you.” After that, my memory gets slightly hazy because Amber and I just looked at each other bewildered. It’s funny how children take something like love so lightly, and trust people not to hurt them so easily.
Mon
Jun
13
So, last Thursday (June 9), my family went downtown. Every Thursday in my town, there is something called a “Block Party” where some unheard of band (like middle-aged dudes who would be has-beens if they had ever made it anywhere…except they didn’t) plays and people just gather together and have fun. There’s no drinking and very little dancing, but it’s a big thing to a small boring town.
Well, last Thursday my family went to it, and instead of watching the band, my sister and I walked around and went to the local coffee shop. Well, we went in ordered our Turtle Mocha Lattes (her’s with an extra shot of espresso, mine with an extra shot of chocolate). We got our drinks and the girl working rang it up and told me the price. I reached for my money about the time a guy behind us spoke up and said, “I’ll pay for theirs.” After he got his order, and paid for his drinks and ours, my sister gave him a mixtape she made and hands out to many people as a thank-you, he said “thanks” and to have a nice day and he left. He didn’t want anything in return and didn’t even care to hang out afterwards. Just wanted to be nice. Niceness - Pass it on.
Wed
Feb
23
You know it going to be amazing. You’re sure of it. It starts. The sound fills all the space around you, consuming your mind. It’s all you can think of. Your chest gets tight. You can’t breathe. Something’s weighing on your chest. It’s too much. And yet, you never want it to stop. The words surrounding you fill you. It’s everywhere. You can’t get away from it. Then again, you don’t want to. Nothing else exists. It’s about to end. But you don’t want it to. It ends anyway. You can’t help it— you want it back. So you press a button and it starts again. It’s amazing how much that simple thing helps. You can breathe, but barely. Your chest is still tight. You’re still surrounded. After it ends again, you press that button. It helps again. Just the sound helps. But you can feel it. No one else can, but you. You’re alone in this, but it doesn’t feel like it. You don’t feel lonely. At all. It ends again, and that button helps, as it always does. But finally, you have to stop. You press a different button and it ends again. But this time, that old button won’t help. It’s gone. You sigh. You’re emotionally drained. You gasp, sigh- anything- trying to breathe again. You’re tired— it’s tiring. You gasp again. There it is- a full breath. You can breathe, but at this moment you’d rather have it back than air. You can live without air if you can have it back. People appear beside you. Why can they breath so easily? You’re alone again. You feel lonely now. You wish that button would work. You don’t want to breathe. But you’re so drained.
And it was just from a simple song.
Fri
Dec
31
“ Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
Oscar Wilde
“ Music is enough for a lifetime, but lifetime is not enough for music.
Sergei Rachmaninov
“ An artist, in giving a concert, should not demand an entrance fee but should ask the public to pay, just before leaving as much as they like. From the sum he would be able to judge what the world thinks of him - and we would have fewer mediocre concerts.
Kit Coleman, Kit Coleman: Queen of Hearts
Sat
Dec
4
So, as most of you probably know, Better Living Industries (BL/ind) is the antagonist in the 2019 post-apocalyptic Killjoys world. They are all about making people happy and making the world a perfect place. One of the questions the Killjoys pose in the SING video is, “Would you destroy something perfect, in order to make it beautiful?” Here are some statements BL/ind say:
Keep Smiling
Everything is Perfect
Building a Better You
We Can Fix you
Love is a Pill
We Can Handle it From Here
Now, look at this banner by a “non-profit charity” (in quotes for other reasons, feel free to ask) of today.
How weird. I wonder if Gerard got the idea for BL/ind from things today like this. I mean, seriously, TWLOHA? Are you going to make the world “perfect” next?
