Wednesday, December 28, 2005
No, my computer at home is busted and its gona take a while to get fixed. I think we are getting a new one or upgrading or somejunk. Brice is hooking us up, like he always does, what a guy.
So in order to make up for all those posts i could of been posting I will give you alot to chew on...
Love takes...while...and integrity...but...feeds...so fight...never...until...aboard.
Good right? Just fill in the blanks and you will be on your way to intellectualism!!
Allright guys, eat your wheaty's.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Aw...
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.
I fell in love with the song after I realized how sad it is. Its so nice. Its from meet me in St. Louis. Joy electric has a very very nice version on his christmas album. That album is the bomb, its a christmas classic.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
What is love? Who is love?
What is love?
And I got
- love is....cinnamon crumb coffee cake strudel with sweet chai tea and me
- no such thing, an over used word thats taken advantage of. just a word. lol.
- omg pigeon john hahaha thats an awesome song
- love is god! no wait... god is love... um, love is that warm gushy feeling when you eat coffee cake!
- Not you. (Dear reader she was referring to me!)
- God is love, thats not really a what...more like a who
I hope nobody hates me, I dident use screen names for my ppl's protection.
Love you all, um well... im kind of confused.
Good grief.
I have a deep, tender, incapably expressible feeling of affection and solicitude toward all of yall's.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
To be One with the Wind
The wind become to be my closest confident. Closer then my own parents. I could tell the wind anything and it would give me a very vital answer. The wind could also carry messages for me to other people. If I wanted to send a message saying how I loved more then the sky loves the stars, the wind would quickly carry my message to that girl. If I wanted to express to someone how I felt that our relationship was inconsistent and I wanted to apologize for anything I may have done to jeopardize the relationship, then the wind would carry this apology to the respected person. If I wanted to tell someone I loved them like the bird loves the water, the wind would make haste in delivering that message.
What a wonderful thing the wind is. Who is its creator? I would like the meet that man…
Yet the best time I have had with the wind were those days I had nothing to say and the wind didn’t have much to say either. So it would just sing to me. What songs they were!
Certain human songs can feel like they were made just for you. Some songs seem to apply to a situation in your life directly. But the songs of the wind went beyond your feelings, beyond your situation, and beyond your experiences. These songs told of all solutions and all possibilities. These songs would even tell you things about yourself you did not know!
Spectacular songs! Amazing melody’s that would be angry at one moment and at the next moment would be soothing and uplifting. After regularly listening to the songs of the wind the wind would relent and allow me to imagine my own melodies and musical phrases. The wind would simply accompany me. My own songs were clearly inferior to the winds grand arrangements, but I enjoyed my vain attempts. The wind was so patient with me too, if only you knew the patience the wind has. Just today I looked into the trees and thought about cereal. Cereal is a jolly food, one of those dishes that you can eat at anytime of the day. Can you guess what the trees told me about cereal? Milk. Just like that. Milk. Milk was being said all over the trees, the wind was clearly communicating to me to somehow mix cereal with milk. Genius! The unimaginable greatness of the wind!
Therefore, to be one with the wind would be my ultimate goal. To know its ways and attain its ultimate wisdom. So while the world looks for answers in theological seminaries and pointless expeditions I advise you to take a open-eared walk outdoors and enjoy the companionship of the wind.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Let Go!
Its so gross, get off of me girl!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
No one Knows
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Apology
apology
So with that...
I think Charlie is really writing Emo music.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Dance
do not harden your hearts
as you did in the rebellion
'We played the flute for you,
and you did not dance;
we sang a dirge
and you did not mourn.'
"Though seeing, they do not see;
though hearing, they do not hear
or understand"
Friday, September 16, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Pop
I've no time to plead and pine,
I've no time to wheedle,
Kiss me quick and then I'm gone
Pop! Goes the weasel.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Canaan Hymns
Chorus: (Canaan Hymns #129 God Is With Us)
Light is here
The blessings from God are all here
Chorus: (Canaan Hymns #520 With tears and laughter, songs and silence)
With tears and laughter, songs and silence
We’ve gone through ups and downs
We’ve walked through the darkest valleys
And climbed the highest mountains
Check it out.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
my jam
And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me
Even in my best condition, counting all the superstition
I am riding all alone
I am running all alone
And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth,
and materials,
they may sound just right
to me
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Debi
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Goodness
a pretty wild week
Monday I was on a roof. Tuesday a California rapper stayed over at a house after doing a show that my brother booked for him. all this stuff. maaaan
Did you know that...ok ready...here I go...
UPC codes are those black lines with numbers underneath them. They are on the back of nearly everything being sold in some way. They are universal. Each bar represents a different number, 1 through 9. You can see how UPC codes work on www.howstuffworks.com. On each and every UPC code are three numbers that do not have bars to represent them. These three un-represented bars are the beginning, middle, and end of EVERY bar code. So um the punch line is this: these three numbers are 6, 6, 6. Yeppers. No doubt about it.
K
Im not a paranoid freak. I mean I dont need some universal production code to convince me that Christ is coming back. You can read about this stuff all over the internet. All over the place.
Here is one site
http://religion-cults.com/antichrist/mark.htm
In other news I went shopping today with my little bro. Mike is, as far as we know, going to East w/ me next year. So we went and did a little shopping. Not much, some T's and these brown Nike shoes. Its going to be fun having him in school with me, no lie. Maybe I will fail a grade or two or four so I can see him graduate high school. Its going to be his first year in public school. GO MIKE!
I got this tight little Frog too. Geez, its wearing sandals what do I do with it?
We do have this scrappy little puppy and I will have a picture up soon.
k
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Quick!
im tired
sleep
studio
sleep
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Bizzart
This is the flyer of a show that my brother set up. Good stuff, I think im excited. Im gona get some personal time with bizzart, well, hes going to be like sleeping in our laundry room kiddo! Our home is homey enough right? Maybe we will give him a fish... But, hey, come to show guys. Bizzart is really good. Gaybot is just kinda nuts. My brothers band will also play there. They are a great story telling indie band that is very enjoyable. Very good music, skilled guys, coming out of their cubby hole. My brother Tom's band is called The Epylog, or The Epylouge, something like that. So come to a break through concert.
The Roost? Heaven forbid I will go and maybe even dance at this horrible place. But I pinky swore I would go. Goodness im horrible. Im a jerk right guys? But a married jerk.
im stuck, cant keep, big wolves, small sheep
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Music n such
"Koto & Piano live at Starry Nites Cafe"(696 University Ave, Rochester NY)9pm-11pm http://www.starrynitescafe.com/index.htmKoto–Ryuko Mizutani, Piano–Mamiko Kitaura
A Koto is a traditional Japanese instrument. I have seen one of this girls concerts and is real tight. Real pretty. Its a nice coffee house to I hear. Ryuko's website is http://www.geocities.com/ryukomizutani2002/index.htm
My brother Tom and his girl friend Cory have a band together called Ju-Jajuba. The music is described by tom as powerpop / electronica. I really like their music. They have a couple of songs, one listen able song. Being his brother I get to hear the songs and read the lyrics in the beginning stages. The songs demand interaction and inspire innocence. Check them out at pure volume. Laugh at the photos and read the bio in awe.
http://www.purevolume.com/jujajuba
Some bits of life
Hey one and all how is it everybody?
I have been daycamping all month long! What a experience. Some people give me funny looks. ":That’s odd" I think to myself. Other people try to hug me. "eeeww". Then I ponder their sincerity. The kids are all cute and little and whiney and demanding and wild. Just like good kids should be. My 9 year olds fight one day and the next day are pinky swearing they will be best friends forever. The girls have crushes and the guys and the guys are kind of clueless. That’s a small part of day camp.
Wegmans is the other side of my money making life. Speaking of wegmans, Friday night after I clocked out and bought some bar soap and bottled I ran into the beloved Priscilla mother of Leah and Isabel. We talked about various things, her summer, my summer, the girls summer and other small talk. Before she was about to go I asked her what she thought of youth group the past Wednesday. You see, the past Wednesday night we had youth group. Her daughter is our worship leader. The night started off with a well known missionary to Columbia talking about her life there and stuff. Then following that we had all-night worship. Reader you must know, worship is a powerful thing. This was a powerful night, full of repentance, joy, and a moving of Gods spirit. It was like nothing else. God was in the room, thick and gooey. It hard to explain to somebody who wasn’t there. You have to be there. Its nothing unusual, don’t think that for a minute. Where was I? Yes, Priscilla at wegmans. I asked her what she thought. and we talked. and it was nice. She is on the adult worship team, the Sunday morning worship team. and gossip is not good haha.
The dog is lying on the floor. Pete and D are talking about Alyssa and youth groups. Sue told me that 'just' should not be a word. I slept in till 2. The family ate dinner on the front porch or the couch. My dad is cooking some fish in a process called Raku. Jim is reading Harry potter. Mike needs some sneakers. Tom is asleep and has a depressed friend. The CD will be recorded on Tuesday and Wednesday. Tomorrow is tomorrow and full of tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Music heads check it out
Grime is a great new style of music coming out of East London. Check out grime and one of the revolutionary artists at these sites.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grime
http://pitchforkmedia.com/interviews/r/rascal_dizzee-05/
Its sick.
"inside outside raw raw raw
too many men talk blah blah blah"
camping till monday
Friday, June 24, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Pittsford oh Pittsford
So this black car rode up, turned the corner in the parking lot and drove off. I swore this satisfying music would be birthed from a car with that appearance. My belief must of been wrong for as the nice, low riding black car drove past the sound remained in the distance. This puzzled me. I always associated good music with a good car. Today my presumptions would change.
As I said, the black car passed. I’m sure the drivers thought I was a strange boy, just leaning against the video return box with a look of shock, disbelief, and confusion.
Now a quick background on spanish reggae. Not too many people listen to this style of music. This only place to really get the good stuff is from Arab run corner stores, in the heart of the hood. Consequently its generally only listened too in the ghetto of the ghetto. I have never ever seen it or heard it listened to on a real cd, always some mix tape pirated on a common computer. No one, unless they speak Spanish, knows the poor (broke) artists name. They just know its Spanish reggae, it makes them move, and the beat is raw and sick. This being said it is kinda of a underground style. Its getting bigger and more popular no doubt and like all good music it will surely become ruined by POPularity. But not right now. Its currently fresh and on fire. (for a quick history on Spanish reggae go to http://www.harlemlive.org/arts-culture/religion/rootsofspanishreggae/rootsofspanishreggae.html its basically reggae spoken in Spanish)
K
I was eager to find the source of the body moving music. In mid thought a more appropriate looking vehicle approached. It was a nice 1999 or 2000 mini van. The van was a metallic green and the front hood was all white, like it got into a accident and needed a new one. From this suburbia mobile came the source of the mystifying music. It passed me, both front windows open, driven by a gruff but well dressed 38-43 year old man. What I witness was spanish reggae...being played...out of a mini van...in Pittsford. The guy drove around a little, found a parking spot, went in did his shopping, and im sure he drove back home blasting the music for all pittsford-ians to hear. I couldn’t help but quietly laugh out loud.
I have seen some crazy things, but that experience rocked my concept of social structure eternally. I don’t know who the heck that guy was, but if I ever wanted to be closely associated with a suburban it would be that man.
PS some of that story was fictional. I dont hate pittsford. I AM closely associated with suburban ppl.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Its a song
pretended to grin
said that I love you
and your my best friend
told you trust me
until the end
till death do us part
that was the start
but im leaving
(I told you I would never lie)
sorry but im leaving
sorry my dear...
-Pigeon John
Emily
Dont take it to heart
Monday, June 06, 2005
No more grey lines
"People try to figure out who they are by finding themselves in other people."
-JJ
"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye."
-Prince of Peace
"People save the whales while killing our children."
-Guest Dude
"There no more gray lines, either you with Jesus or your not. Either your souls going to heaven or the pit of Hell is where you rot. There no more gray lines..."
-Cory Red
Once more
Its been busy, tragic, heart breaking, heart warming. All of that.
My junior year in high school is almost over. A couple more weeks until I taste the summer that bring sleep.
I will miss some of those seniors, but such is life. I think I got used to ppl leaving. Well stay in touch. Right seniors?
That violin player has a new job and we are working around his schedule to practice. Im filling in for my brothers band this Saturday night at 9 for some cool little...thing. That will be fun. Got two school concerts coming up. Working on that studio, slowly but surely.
and so
Its been busy, tragic, heart breaking, heart warming. All of that.
I will try to update more, soon.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
This is life
We played at the Penny Arcade and I can honestly say we uh kinda rocked that little venue. Im pretty darn critical of myself and my band but we did a awsome job. The first song was a flawless violin-guitar rock song that has a small sing-rap verses. The second was a metaphorical song about a man filled with spiritual pride and discovering the beautiful truth through a close friend, this song is fast and has a nice back and forth 6/8 to 4/4 time switch. The wonderful crowd requested a third song from us, we only planned to do two because we were short on time. So, at their raving request, we ran a piano song, on the spot we thew in a musical interlude somewhere in the middle and at the end. We dident really know how to end that song, we just did. All very nice. JJ and Phil acted a fool for a little bit and we almost started our mocking "Generic Song" that bridges all these musical styles, from pop to reggea to core to speed- punk to work-out-video-music to like hip hop and to latin too i think. The song is the same 4 generic chords but we play every style, the common theme of the song is something along the lines of "God is relevent to the youth and stuff". But it dident go anywhere. It was nice that were all comfertable on stage, in spite of a small crowd.
And why not be comfertable?
We certiantly rock.
Let me leave you with lyrics. Nothing like some puzzeling hard core lyrics to just make you wonder what these guys think when their writing songs.
Norma Jean:
Multitudes, Multitudes In The Valley Of Decision!
They rest on the coast and the die is impending.
We pull at the motionless and static,
but the torrent has crowned their heads.
it fills their ears and it makes them ill.
they do not struggle at all.
This will speak of the end, and will not prove false.
It is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love.
Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns.
This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation.
And this is a shallow grave, adn it's on the highest rise,
We stand on its highest crest.
I'll set myself on fire. Com on, watch me burn.
Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men.
The harvester's mouth has not gone dry.
[Joel 3:13-16]
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
be there
A.M. has a show. That's my band you know.
Its at the Penny Arcade this Saturday @ about 3:00 o'clock.
Its probably cost about 4-8 bucks
Were doing the show with the famous Save Us, a finney band, and either 20PS or the epilogue.
Thats whats up.
Hope all is fair in the world
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Dark and Cold
Nice little spring break. Had a couple band practices, hooked up w/ Nate n Mike, watched an insane Thai movie, and got some work done around this old house.
Last Sunday the 17th was our second Sunday helping out the One Light Service band and the whole Lutheran body (in a way). It’s still very hard to suck it up and play some emotionally dry music. I’m getting used to it; it’s a big step from hymns for these guys. Gota stick with it, im glad were there helping.
This morning Mike P took the band out with him to INDUSTRY, oh and Jeff came and playe d conga's. Nice and tight little group of musicians. I don’t want to say that I enjoyed it, kuz it wouldn’t sound right saying I enjoyed visiting a juvenile correction facility. Maybe it would, i duno. But ill say I had a nice time and I uh would like to return.
The kids want to be there to hear what we Got for em and choose to be there. So in that sense it’s kinda better then an average youth group where the kids just come to get out of the house or come for their parents.
I do just like being there among those kids; it feels like you doing the right thing allthough never enough. You really wana just relate to em and talk to them. When we first arrived it was a very dark and cold atmosphere, it took a while to get a smile out of anyone. The Open Door Mission Baptist church also did there thing: sung a few songs, prayed, read a little from the word. It was way too formal though, not what you need. Good times, real n genuine.
I feel like im just speaking to myself, dont feel like detials.
Okay you readers keep reading, enjoy life
Friday, April 22, 2005
Yes indeed
Today is Susan White's birth day.
She is 17 years old, a small month older then me.
Happy birthday scuz.
No doubt
Monday, April 18, 2005
Hey its just a song
Foreign Language Lyrics
Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Tell it to me straight, give it to me now
Face forward, face forward
Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Tell it to me straight, give it to me now
Face forward, face forward
Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language, nothing I can dictate
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
you’re speaking foreign language
Boys speak in rhythm and girls just lie
doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo
Tell me how you feel, come on out the dark
Then we can head back home and I'll know where to start
Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language, nothing I can dictate
Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language
Where did we go wrong?
We need medication for this miscommunication
Our conversation's weakened
Our conversation's weakened
Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Boys speak in rhythm and girls just lie
What do you think? Any truth?
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Respect, EARN IT.
" You better respect my J!!
Respect my J Chi-Chi!!!
Respect my J!!! "
Some things just humor me beyond the realistic realms of rationality.
One of those things that tickles me beyond the characteristics of reasonableness are when one screams something extremely hood with complete and utter disregarding insensitivity to any nearby, passing by, kind of guy.
Like the quote above for instance. Young Kenny was competing with young Harvey (Chi-Chi) in a basketball shootout during gym class. They would take turns shooting their J's until one missed you see.
So, afterwards in the locker room Kenneth feels the need to point the single thing that Chi-Chi is failing to provide him: respect in relation to his J. He obviously earned this respect earlier in the basketball game, and Harvey simply failed to recognize it.
Please don't ask why I find it funny, its just one of those things. I still bug Kenny about it to this day.
- A "J" is attempted basketball shot intended to go into the hoop and net from behind the three point line.
- Hood is simply a variation of the word ghetto. Or you could say something defined as hood could be defined as bursting with youthful rubbish. You choose.
These names were not changed for the safety of the individuals, sorry guys.
For the record don't listen to anything I have to say. I cant be serious.
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"...nothing feels good being under the gun."
"But the night brought sparks and the sparks brought flames..."
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Saturday, April 02, 2005
this n that, spit n spat
-Pops
Little people
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice.
That's what little girls are made of.
LITTLE BOYS
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
That's what little boys are made of.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
I Agree
The rich get richer and the poor get-children.
In the meantime
In between time...
Does anybody remember that? It was on a old Loony Toons cartoon, the mice were all building a big robotical cat to fight of this big black cat. Well they sang it before the cat came and ruined there good time. They were skiing on like powder sugar and swimming in the sink; all that good mice stuff. Its also in a Fitzgerald book.
James 4:4
You adulterous people, don't you know...
Saturday, March 26, 2005
when I said life, you said demise
so I will never submit to you
I find it’s beneficial
you say it’s not permissible
so I will never take comfort in you
I want a sign, a picture, a miracle, a map
all I see is death, destruction, and disease
the streets are a danger to me
they scare me and confine me
I said it was surely death and you spoke of life,
when I said it brought life, you said it brought demise
you said my eyes were blinding me
I was confound to my vision
how could I understand?
You said take a step
see if the waters warm
taste and see
make it a part of your diet
I thought it was death, but the truth
.. the Truth
the Truth was it was life
a fulfilling life
a lovely life
A life giving life
Hey, just a quick spat.
JJ was talking about "confound to sight" and it was fresh on my mind so I got loose with it.
Pretty weak and defidently unfinished. Maybe il clean it up later. Im not good at following through. With alot of things.
Easter is tomorrow, don’t forget to give thanx to your bunnies.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
"You cant steer a parked car"
Defidently a learning experience. It took a while to get well acquainted with the band we would be assisting, the sound man who invited me, his parents, e.c.t. But we did, luckily it wasn't impossible. They asked JJ to play key's and Phil to play his fiddle thing thing. They kinda reluctantly agreed to help out the best they could.
This was this specific church's first time ever experiencing worship with more then a piano and a old lady singing hymns. I love hymns by the way. So going from that to a 6 piece band was a big step. Most people enjoyed it and hoped the rumors of a "contemporary" worship were true. The ones who didn't approve we obviously didn't here from. But there were those who chose not to sing or smile or do much of anything. Maybe its just Geneseo but they seemed a little critical.
There was one man, a middle aged Scottish accented man that i must write about lest I lose him in a crevice in my mind. He gave us a friendly compliment before the second service because he caught some of the latter end of the first service and apparently highly approved of the whole thing. The pastor guy, after praying for a hand full of sick people, lifted up all prayers "spoken and unspoken". Immediately following this the Scottish man let his wonderful prayer to be heard. He was short, sweet, and spirit lead. He was the only man you could feel an anointing on. Scott sat directly in front of him and said he felt like he was being slapped in the back of his head while the man was praying. I hope he was Scottish because I keep referring to him as the Scottish man. He ended this life changing prayer with "...and thank you Lord for allowing us to worship with you from our spirits, and from our hearts". This guy had it. No Lutherism-ness in him. Maybe he was just an angle sent so we could write a million songs about him and dedicate a album to him or something. He was defidently the man though. Never got his name,
This was my second experience with a church service that was set in stone. The first had a paper showing exactly how the service would unfold-minute by minute. This service at St. Timothy's didn't have the minutes.
I didn't know how to drink the golden wine cup when he handed to me. I had to ask the pastor man what to do. Kinda funny.
Ask me about it if your interested.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Hymn commitment
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Venison
pretty chill day
About 10 minutes ago my dad brought in two dead deer. Like with fur and everything. His friend got them from an apple orchard and well gave em to us. So my bothers and two friends had to go out and help carry these things back to the shed. (Um yes we live in the city) luckily I was far too busy baking brownies to help carry these bambies to our bargain slaughter house. (making brownies is not feminine, i just want some brownies you know?) Soon my dad will cut those suckers up and well be eating em in some form or another just about every night. Venison. This is something that I had to to get used to; I am still a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. Im no activist or anything its just some raw stuff.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Dry
Having a band may be the most crazy thing to ever happen to me. I mean.
Yeah maybe the most crazy.
Potential and material by the truck load. Even a manager and opportunitys. Then un-imaginable things come in the way. I mean mysterious, inconceivable, unthinkable things. I dont even know. They seem to be obstacles but il just call it a season or something. Il just call it like a lil obstacle.
Were just gone wait things our, don't let it die, you know its gone be good.
Today IM going to help Ron w/ some furniture, then to marinas surprise b-day party.
Nate n Mike coming over tomorrow.
Websta, you know you got it! ha
its gone be a small peice of the pie
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Disbelief
Hey kids,This morning I awoke at around 4:30. No im not kidding. I couldent sleep. So I washed some laundry and did some other stuff that I needed to do. My bus comes at 6:35 and I don’t know what do do with myself.
goin to bed cuz im really tired but i dont think itll do me much good cuz im just gona be even more tired tomorrow cuz thats just how i am.... i wish i could declare a national holiday 1nce a week sayin that everyone has to just sleep the whole day... yes, that would be greatWhew Noelle I think you all too right. Why can’t we all just sleep in one day out of the week? You know kuz crazy people don’t sleep in on weekends. We have a "bring a couch" party and just sleep. Every one gets there own couch.
The song of the hour is http://www.geocities.com/zombieprombie/sounds/09.rm
It’s a song from a play I played bass in and it’s just stuck in my head. Kind of exotic or something.Yesterday we bought a mic stand. Today im going to eat w/ JJ. That’s the news.
-johnny
Friday, February 11, 2005
Slow Down
sweet talking' woman, slow down,
you got me running, run, run,
you got me searching.
Hold on, hold on, sweet talkin' Lola,
hold on, it's so sad if that's the way it's over.
Some day's I just belt that song at the top of my lungs.
My family usually shakes there head in unbelief that, you know, IM related to them or something. For a certain second they think IM crazy. The crazy-ess.
But
Then Tom joins in. Belting at the top of His lungs.
Tom has saved my reputation like this on far more then one occasion.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
...its ooooover....
and maybe the end
I want those who are reading this to check out Sean's blog at http://seanmusicking.blogspot.com its a bomb site.
Maybe il show some emotion with my next entry.
thats all for now
buckle up