breath deeply...dream elusively

sometimes i wonder (where i am)

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Misery


Ah misery,

It’s called misery

I never knew its name

Till it was a friend to me

I new the day would come

Alas it came indeed

Who imagined this pair

Misery and me

It came and sat

In my own bedroom

A face ugly yet

I became its groom

Misery

Became a chum

Using reality

To bathe my glum

It shook me out

The dust flew away

Never to return

Till an ignorant day

Oh now I know

What I will leave behind

Amazing friends

Such golden finds!

Thanks to misery

Naught is foregone

It‘s all brand new

While I am gone

Oh worrisome woe

Oh woe is me

That I must leave my friends

Deliberately

Misery will

come along my side

To help me live

Life open eyed

Each day that comes

That im away

Will be walked out

With misery to stay

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Death

Driving up, they knew what had happened. They all knew.

He pulled up to the side of the road but could not get out of the car. He just gripped the steering wheel and looked into nothing. They all felt an obvious emptiness. The one that sat next to him got out of the car slowly and tried to approach the two but ended up walking in a fickle circle and pulling his thick hair nervously. The girl sat on the curb burying her face in her knees and held her knees tightly with her arms. The other lied on his back and squeezed his two hands flat against his face.

Death.

All their faces were wet with tears. The one in the car closed his sleepy eyes slowly, bit his lip, and slightly shook his head. The one walking in circles stood still, looked into the sky, and cried silently. She pulled her hoody over her head to her chin and wept louder. Through her sobs they repeatedly heard the word why. The other took his hands from his face and squeezed the grass.

Disbelief.

They could all remember like it was yesterday. It was yesterday for some of them. It was so sudden and unexpected. They all could figure out ways to blame themselves, blame each other, and blame God. None of them could imagine living life with this loss. What a loss it was, an empty and unexplainable loss. Nothing one says can make it better. Words fail.

Change.

Nothing would be the same. Life would go on with an irrefutable and eternal void. Yet tomorrow would come nonetheless. They had to react. Their reaction to this loss is what would matter. The emptiness would not get filled but it can get reckoned with. What to do, where to go, when to start, many questions filled the individuals minds. He would not want them to cry, not for too long. That would be a waste of time. His death was something they had to deal with, they would deal with. His death was the signature at the end of his life-letter and they all had to send a reply.

Belief.

Now they had nothing except themselves and each other. No leader. No teacher. They could only imagine what he would do and attempt to do something close. His life was not coming back but they breathed daily. He was gone forever. Now they lived new lives, in a way. These individuals would always be themselves and always follow their own paths but now, half of their soul was committed to taking up the torch of a dead man. That half of their soul was a flaming half.

Truth.

Knowing what life really boils down to was a beautiful lesson that they learned from the wise man. Now silly little words would transform into frightening and bloody action. In an instant everything changed; entire lives, changed. They would now live life with a void caused by death and a commitment caused by one mere mans untainted character. The fact that one man could cause so much pain and loss only reaffirmed the significant mark he made on these four individuals. Never remaining the same, the four would fight for the tomorrow a dead man dreamed of. Now the man is asleep outside of time, outlived by his dedicated empty-filled children.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Dont like Christians

I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are nothing like your Christ.

Mahatma Ghandi

Bitter

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter -- bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."

- Stephen Crane, "III in The Black Riders and Other Tales"

Deep Thoughts

Marta says the interesting thing about fly fishing is that it's two lives connected by a thin strand. Come on, Marta. Grow up.

It's too bad that whole families have to be torn apart by something as simple as wild dogs.

He was a comboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven - with a gun."

If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell hi is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tried to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing?!

-Deep Thoughts

Monday, June 26, 2006

Do this

It’s so easy to get caught up in our every day lives, our everyday worlds

But they are not the world, they are self created

Ignorance is bliss and we seem to seek out ignorance in order to fulfill this bliss

I cannot blame all of you; it has been engrafted inside of you since you were young

The American dream is to become rich, have a nice car, nice family

These are all good things, but are we missing something?

Again, we seem to seek out ignorance in order to fulfill our happy lives

Our happy, glutinous, greedy lives

I don’t know, but it seems it would be more difficult for the suburbanites

Maybe they don’t see the homeless every day

Homeless men do not have a future; they have no money, not much near hope for them

Maybe in the suburbs you think every lawn caring woman is happy and has it together

They sure look happy with all that makeup they fluff onto their pasty faces

Maybe you pass through the city on the way to work

Maybe you even work in downtown Rochester; or your own respected downtown

I bet you’ve seen the homemade (but no home) signs; “Food”, a simple request, is it not?

This request does not even require you to learn his name

You don’t have to try to get him a place to stay that night

You don’t even got to shake his hand

You don’t even, necessarily; have to look him in his God given eyes

Just hand the human some food

But in your air conditioned car, with you windows up, your music on, you drive by

Is it that difficult?

Is the thought of yourself reaching out your hand; giving him those groceries too much?

No, you don’t want to look the homeless man in the eye, you drive by

It makes life easier for you to try to believe that there are not people who struggle

And it is easier, ignorance is bliss, but then again you saw the man, you saw the sign

Can you ignore it forever? Can you drive by forever? Will you conscience allow it?

I pray it does now allow it.

I pray that you believe, and think about these words, and about those struggling people

People like me are not rare, and these comparisons are not very rare either

I can show you books, and articles, and essays about this issue

About the odd way millionaires live in the same cities as poverty stricken individuals

This is not a new issue; the new issue is the condition of the real perpetrators hearts

I don’t pity the homeless man as much as I pity the man who fails to help him

Some of homeless men live happy, free, even, dare I say it, fulfilling lives

Some, on the other hand, are demon possessed-no joke (man law)

Regardless, they all need assistance, no doubt

But they will receive a certain amount of grace from our merciful God

You, on the hand, have homeless blood all over your pasty hands

I cannot say that a wealthy Christian will enter into heaven; I will never say this

(Jesus did not say this either, all things are possible but camels are large; needles small)

We serve a loving God but many people do not mention that we serve a God of wrath

We serve a jealous God

We serve a God who judges that nations, judges the heart; and we should fear God

The fear of the Lord is critical; you don’t have to be a Bible scholar to know that

Remember, Christian people, that Jesus preached a life-giving, life-sacrificing lifestyle

He told us to turn the other cheek, to love and pray for those who persecute us

He told us to not commit adultery and also not to lust

He told us to not murder and also not to hate

I believe self-inflicted ignorance is a form of hate, nay an expression of hate

It is hate in action, worse then hating someone with your words, hate incarnate

You are not blind, you act blind

You are not asleep, you act asleep

You people are just dumb

You people need to give up your entire lives to Christ

If I make this seem like its hard, it’s not that hard

Its only putting action into this book we call the Bible

The holy word of the Lord

It’s written in black and white, and sometimes red

If the book says to pray then pray

The books says to love unconditionally, love unconditionally

If the book says trample the devil under your foot, trample the devil under your dang foot

The book also says we serve a God that never leaves us nor forsakes us

We serve a God that does desire to bless us, bless us in his loving best interests

He wants us to have every good thing, read Philemon verse 6, and really read that crap

It’s not a time to awake; it’s a time to get out of bed

It’s not a time to receive sight; it’s a time to put your glasses on, refocus

Be lead by the Holy Spirit; ask him to guide you in your everyday life

Act upon all those things and all those other things that you know you must do

Do them, action, action, action, look people in the eyes!

Oh Lord I live among gluttons

Oh Lord I live among the greedy

Oh Lord I live among worldly people

It’s nothing new though, I will always serve you

Help me to endure, help me to be strong, help me to never give up

Thank you God for being faithful and just

Just, the Lord loves justice, what is justice?

Justice is reaching your hand out, justice is caring, justice is fair

Justice requires action and it requires strength

We can do this, it is far from beyond us, it is not amazingly hard

It requires some selflessness and some unity

We can do this

Let’s love the Lord God with all our hearts, all our minds, all our souls, all our strength

Then let’s love our neighbors as we love ourselves

And we love ourselves way too much to begin with

Let’s honor one another above ourselves, go beyond, live in harmony with one another

Let’s love the Lord God with all our strength, all the strength we posses

All our strength

We can do this

Do it

Friday, June 16, 2006

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Jesus is Lord.

Yourself

Its all in the attitude
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Individuality
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Sunday, June 04, 2006

"I'll take a green tea. Hot," Danger Mouse (born Brian Burton) says, slumping down into a couch in the Atlantic Records offices. Green looks up: "Orange juice." The Atlantic Records guy who's offered to run down to the deli looks unsure, so they try to make it easy on him. "Wait, I'll take a Vitamin Water," says Mouse, holding up a half-empty bottle on the table in front of him. "Yeah, me too. Formula 50, that sounds good," says Green.

Another interview over, Burton takes a sip of his Vitamin Water, which is actually fruit punch. "This tastes baaad," he declares, closing the bottle up and throwing it on the carpet. He stares at it for a second, before picking it up and putting it back on the table. "I just wanted to do something that I thought a rock star would do," he says, a little embarrassed.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Heart on Fire

A battle won is a battle which we will not acknowledge to be lost.

In whatever position you find yourself determine first your objective.

It takes 15,000 casualties to train a major general.

My center is giving way, my right is in retreat; situation excellent. I shall attack.

No study is possible on the battlefield.

The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

The power to command has never meant the power to remain mysterious.

The will to conquer is the first condition of victory.

-Ferdinand Foch

(French, WW2)



Faith

Receiving Christ involves turning to God from self (repentance) and trusting Christ to come into our lives to forgive our sins and to make us what He wants us to be.

Just to agree intellectually that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that He died on the cross for our sins is not enough.

Nor is it enough to have an emotional experience.

We receive Jesus Christ by faith, as an act of the will.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Go Here, PLEASE

Hello one and all.

Please Check out my Little brothers website www.sendpete.com

this is a rough version of the website but we had to throw it up because our websire creator-guy ran off on vacation for 10 days. So in 10 days we can fix all the grammerical errors.

Support my man.

Also, if you give him an idea or a design concept, or maybe a detailed request, he can probably draw it on a shirt. He can also surpise you. He has lots of clouds and hearts and this's and that's. So, be creative. Order em up !!

Thank you all!

www.sendpete.com

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Heck Yes

I purchase ties and mugs at thrift stores.

heck yes

all up in that

over and over

dont stop

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Wang Wei

Sitting in mystic bamboo grove, back unseen
Press stops of long whistle
Deep forest unpierced by man
Moon and I face each other.

Sitting alone, hid in bamboo
Plucking the lute and gravely whistling
People wouldn't know that deep woods
Can be this bright in the moon.

Sitting alone in recluse bamboo dark
I play a chi'in, settle into breath chants.

In these forests depths no ones knows
this moon come bathing me in light.




-Ancient (old) Chinese poet Wang Wei


Sunday, May 07, 2006

Stolen

Thursday, March 23, 2006

My Neighbor Sean

So my neighbor Sean is hillarious. He's nine, or ten, I'm not sure...

The other day he runs up to my brother pete, while he's putting out the trash, and says "You know what I'm gonna do for halloween? I'm going to wear a white t-shirt, and spray paint it red so it looks all bloody, then on the back I'm going to write 'The Truth is Up There'".

I mean, wow.



I stole that whole thing from my brothers blog. Its so true. Please check out his blog and read his first entry, that is why I dont do myspace. Its so true. It speaks for me.




Saturday, May 06, 2006

Photo's



"A mother visits her daughter who has been charged with the murder of her brother, although all evidence says she's innocent. Although the jail has been taken over by the US military, the system is particularly unfair to women, who sometimes sit in jail for months for minor offenses like quarrelling with men too close to a mosque."

from

aaaaaaahhhhhhhh...
To be worn out is to be renewed.



I really like all this crap. Like 100 % of it.
Amazing. The whole website.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Random Poem

Long walk and my heart pounds

While my mind breaks fallow ground

Listening for the fleeting sound

Wondering where’s that lonely sound...

Oh its all around me and im rejuvenated

Kick past the long lost light that never illuminated

Look into the deepest eyes of spiritual fascism

And wonder why I can’t witness bliss incarnated

I see it all around me and im awestruck

No one knew until my mind fluxed

I was lost in a state of depression

But depression lead to new establishment

I see it all around me but I can’t grasp

Everyone else has personal spirit baths

Am I alone in this odd arrangement of gasps?

I think it will happen or it will pass

Long talk and we got nowhere

Found holes and pits of despair

Is the fellowship worth the time shared?

Is the relationship getting anywhere?

I feel lured into the pleasing grotesque

I gave my heart but not my best

I know some things are limitless

Doomed to die abreast a shipwrecked nest of hopelessness

Hey, this is just a random poem that I found in the sea of articles of the "John" folder in "My Document". I think im going to start throwing up some some of this old crap I run into in more of the future entrys. I dont remember the train of thought that I had while writing this, and I dident edit it or anything, it needs work. I dont got time to fix it up. Maybe later...It sure ends on a gloomy note.

Surreal Compliments

Ever do you remind me of a staircase falling exotically into a sea of spilled macaroni.I must demand your pleasing chin! How it passes there and back again like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes.

Your beautiful bulgarian bricks stack like the thousand eyes of Estonian potatos, peering amid fuzzy dreams of corrugated cardboard.


Your eyes glow like naked livers burning in the sun.

The perils of your eyelashes torture my libido into a state of crass belief in Roman Catholicism.


Tribes of primitve hunters, with rhinestone codpieces rampant, should build pyramids of Chevy engines covered in butterscotch syrup to exalt the diastolic, ineffable, scintillated and cacophonous salamander of truth which slimes and distracts from each and every orifice of your holy refrigerator, Sears be its brand.

more and more...

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Bottles

The listerine bottle said to the rubbing alcohol,

"I hate when people gargle me"

The rubbing alcohol bottle said,

"I here that, I heeeeree that."

The listerine bottle said to the rubbing alcohol bottle,

"Cant a bottle get some respect?"

The rubbing alcohol bottle said

"I sure here that."


The rubbing alcohol bottle was deaf.

Skeptic

If...

I accept Christ as my savior and you don't

and in the end there is no heaven or hell
then we both lose

but if in the end there is a heaven and a hell
then I win
and you lose

in both cases you lose

in one case I win

and my case is the right case,
the true story,
the correct ending.

-some sort of CS Lewis adaptation


Sunday, April 02, 2006

Hood Kids

hood kids
but good kids
not bad kids
just misunderstood kids
watch mom shoot up
and dad shoot bullets
and combat the words
that scream that I'm useless
I'm not
just hot
and mad at dad who split
and mom who took him back
even though he split
her lip the third time
I watch from the sidelines
and grow full of hate
from parents' guidelines
and you, pastor
push me faster
to hate
taking our crumbs to fill
your already full plate
your frock is stained
you mock the name
of He who commissioned
cuz you're more concerned
with titles and pensions

than the mission to save me
don't forget the babies
don't be so lazy
cuz I need you greatly
it's not about parking spots
and who pays a lot
but who gives a lot
and who prays a lot
for me
the lost sheep
but nobody's looked for me
don't you know God made
the Good Book for me?
but I need direction
some protection
much affection
not rejection
I...NEED...YOU
man of God
woman of God
be of God
and keep your eyes peeled
for real
we're crying
and dying
but still trying
though momma ignores us
and daddy abuses us
I'm sure that God still
wants to use us
when momma doesn't hug us
and daddy slugs us
I'm confident that God
still loves us
cuz I'm a hood kid
but a good kid
not a bad kid
just misunderstood kid
and I need your help
before it's too late
and I walk the same path
that my parents made
look at us
behind the chain linked fence
pain wrenched kids
such tainted kids
who were struck
but never fainted kids
we live hellish lives
but can be saintly kids
if you just try TRY!
until then
we'll continue to die
continue to cry
the hood kids
that no one really cares about
it's so obvious that no one
really cares about 'em...

This girl from a project somewhere wrote that sometime...


Friday, March 31, 2006

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Heey kids, Blogggin right quick while im in chemistry class. My chemistry teacher is a baller. Do you know what a baller is? Well if ever the day came where you laid eyes on this teacher, you would know. This guy is rich. He buys us donuts almost every Friday. Like three dozen donuts from Tim Horton’s, and some bagels too. Cool guy. If you ask him "Are you for real?" He will let out some sort of random "Word G kick it that’s blood dog". We then institute laughter. Another teacher, my english teacher of course, is a cussing-liberal-wild-yelling-intelligent sort of guy, the sort of guy not-so-rare in Rochester, New York. He has the best intentions in mind for all of us students though, and he doesn’t do a horrible job of teaching. He does a better job of stimulating, and causing us to think on our feet then anything else. There was one day he didn’t cuss; it was because he was being observed by his boss. Every other day he lets out some dang profane words, lemme tell you. Yeah, very opinionated, very cuss-wordy. He makes up clever sayings to, you know like those English majors always try to do, like "Im so down in the hood im in the sleeve". Not bad kid, not bad. He has others that are the only one that comes to my mind. Most of his sayings are geeky and corny, but we laugh because they are always in reference to a peer and the joke usually applies to our peer in some applicable way. If applicable is the right word. Goodness. Well, just some thoughts on school, I could write more but class hasn’t started yet and I want to go be lazy. This verse is for all my public schoolers: Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. and that is 1 john 2:15

Monday, March 06, 2006

Hello Bill,

Hello Bob,

Hello Tootsyplapernicklious.






The world is strange and beautiful.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

All is vanity

Hey man, I was at Chase Pitkins and everything was like 40 percent off! What is going on? Are they closing or something? yes they are, and we get all there employee's. That means less hours and a second job!

I did not attend school today, I was feeling odd, but I did sleep alot and go to work. Work was quick, then bought some birthday presents, then went to Dunkin Donuts, where were my friends at Dunkin Donuts.? At Dunkin Donuts we bought Donuts, I ate three, I could of ate more, Im so fat, Im so greedy, Im so American. Picked up brother and Herfords from the Dows, wonderful Dows, they dont have any street lights, very dark, I think there are forest monkeys in there back yard, no lie. Went home and was lazy some more, I think I washed some laundry, I think I typed synthetic words on a aesthetic computer, I think, the computer isent so aesthetic as I wish it was. I wished for words, I wished for the stars today, I wish things would go my way! I thought of folley and dismay while thinking of how words can play and play until they break becuase no one can live forever. I am only writing for competition, no im writing for contemplation, no im writing for the sake of writing. I have an essay I should be writing, did I mention im lazy? I had like two extra days and I am not writing this essay! Goodness gracious im not writing this essay. No way. Unless i decide to do it now, stay up awefully late, maybe I will do that, becuase I dont have to work tomorow. I can sleep tomorow. Sleep, who needs sleep. Sleep is for the sluggard. Sometimes im a sluggard, but then I drink coffee and everything is alright. I think im going bald, I touched my hair, which I rarely do, and all this hair flew down onto my black black T-shirt, now its black with these decrotive hairs everywhere. Do people really bald? How insecure. How selfish.


So I wanted to ramble, I never really do that. Its all meaningless and might as well b someone one else writing them they are so far from the truth.

peace cheeseballs

oh, cheeseballs, I wont use that word again. Promise.


I hate cheese.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

This is love

No, there is no such thing as love...or maybe I just won’t talk about those things. Im going to start blogging now, on a serious note. No really, you don’t believe me? You think im horrible at commitment?? You don’t have confidence in me??? You’re probably right, talk is cheap. Haha

I don’t have anything to say here, I don’t like to vent to this blog. Who knows who could be reading, some weird people. But im weird, I like weird people too. So im indifferent. I will leave with some things I learned yesterday.

  • Drinking coffee actually makes you more tired. Coffee makes it harder for you to enter a deep sleep and causes you to wake up a little more tired then before. In the morning you drink some coffee too wake you up and it turns into some vicious cycle.
  • Caffeine is an addictive drug; scientists compare its characteristics to cocaine and heroin.
  • On those certain days I will drink about 6 cups of coffee. (more about all this)

So its late, im done "venting" haha

One thing I want you all to do after you read this is drink a cup of coffee and go listen to Yo-Yo Ma. Ok? Alright? Can you do that for me? Great. Get your life together... I entertain myself so well man, dang.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Miss Harroo

Im in school now everyone

Lots of stuff going around i guess...maybe not . Church has been good as always. Im going to a mongolian throat concert on tuesday, that should be interesting. Maybe i will blog about that.
K the bell will be a toning a flat C Sharp soon, so il Blog later.

(blog what a nasty word, blog. Eww)

oh
random fact
Did you know if you had the entire population of China walk past you 8 abreast that the line would never stop due to birth rates? Yeah its true. Its a fact. 8 ppl accross and they just keep coming and coming. Its only one country too. I mean they got a billion ppl, but its just one country. K...Lets go STEELERS

Friday, January 13, 2006

Relax

Hey

Been busy around town, my night job is gaining poularity so im keeping busy. My agent called and were setting up a international tour. The orphanage needs some helping hands so I have been advertising a bit for that. My secretary quit as well, you know how fustrating that can be.



Well, ok, maybe not.

~Take a walk with the wind

~Cry

~Tell Miss Haroo il be coming home tonight

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Hey everyone, I know I havent been posting in a while. You all know the reason, I gotta be honest, I hate you all. Bitterly.

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 : Lyrics


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.

Word

dis·traught (dÄ­-strôt')
adj.
  1. Deeply agitated, as from emotional conflict.
  2. Mad; insane.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

What is love? Who is love?

So, with only pigeon "jiggy" john in mind, i asked the question:

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

I Forgot

Well, today is thanksgiving.

More importantly today marks the day before our show. Tomorrow at 7 o’clock, at this church on Portland
Its going to be a good show.
For more information go to AM's blog

Its a free show, don’t worry about that

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Sunday, November 20, 2005

To be One with the Wind

My most important goal is to become one with the wind. The wind has been an inspiration to me since I was a young boy. There has always been three-story tall trees all around inner city home. Every morning, every night, every afternoon I could look into the trees leaves or lack of leaves, and see the faces or words or expressions that the wind would communicate to me through the leaves. The wind is a amazing communicator you see, if only one would listen.
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!

Man I hate when girls hug you longer then you wana be hugged.

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






"When no one understands you for the little things you do.
When destiny she strands you or wears you like a shoe.
That's when you know it's over man,
that's when you know you're through.
I never thought I'd be so big and blue."
-The Tick





Amazing



http://www.churchsigngenerator.com/

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Apology

Man, I never update this thing. I realized that when I do update I just put up a picture, or a comic, or something. This is because I am lazy. I will do anything other then actually talk about how I am doing. I refuse to ramble about how my day went and all that stuff.
apology

So with that...

I think Charlie is really writing Emo music.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Dance

Today, if you hear his voice,
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

Dear pretend Bangalorian guy.

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
Life 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






Look Up

truth or a lie?

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Debi

here is a better site

just type in 6666666666 alot.

7 and 8 are too wide.

3 starts differently then 6.

if you mess with it you will understand EVERYTHING

http://www.morethanyouthink.com/shopping/barcodeswork.html

have fun!

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Mr Spark


That is Sue's puppy Sparky

nice little fella

Goodness

Hey guys

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!

The band will have a blog soon yall. A show? You want a show? well I will work on that. The studio time is coming up too, we just have to fit it in the busy schedule...you would understand if you were in a band. Dont know what to expect? If you have high expectations we will shatter them. Dont worry about us. We could use like a extra band member though, goodness... no we are fine really. well
im tired
sleep
studio
sleep

Monday, August 01, 2005



What a diva

thats my little sister, shes kinda camera shy.

Miss ya!

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Bizzart

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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

Here is a good show to check out on Saturday (7/30)
"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

Who knew?

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

Icelandic literature, the Prussians are good soldiers

What a day
sorry to be boring and short




what more can i say? searching for DJ's...

www.orisinal.com




Sunday, June 19, 2005

Pittsford oh Pittsford

I was waiting for a ride after work tonight. It was like 10 something at night. I’m in Pittsford mind you, rich, upper class, good-to-do Pittsford. So im waiting and I hear some loud hard core Spanish reggae being blasted from a car somewhere nearby. The sound was kind of distant and It dident take me by surprised because there’s quite a few city folk who work at the store. As the sound faded away is disregarded it altogether, content that it made me feel at home in a foreign and unfamiliar place. But, jump for joy, the comforting music quietly returned. In the distance I mistook it for a black car. I could hear it coming closer and closer. 'aahh' I thought 'come to me, massage my sore sore Pittsford spoiled mind'

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

Sue

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This is one of Sue's drawings

What a girl

Sunday, June 12, 2005

The BEST

My Favorite

This is my alltime favorite

nothing can beat it

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Its a song

looked in your eyes
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

Connect:
"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

What a crazy life.

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 had a nice little concert on saterday.
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

Hey,

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

Hey one and all,
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

ARG believe in hope, its all you got, it dies last Posted by Hello

Friday, April 22, 2005

Yes indeed

Happy
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


If you can strain your eyes and read it, well its worth it. Posted by Hello

Hey its just a song

Anberlin
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.

-

-

-

"...nothing feels good being under the gun."

"But the night brought sparks and the sparks brought flames..."

-

-

-

Thursday, April 14, 2005

" T h i s i s m y s i c k n e s s ,









a n d I m u s t e n d u r e i t . "

Tuesday, April 12, 2005


This is my House. Kick me. Posted by Hello

Thursday, April 07, 2005


This is Keiths get well drawing Posted by Hello

Saturday, April 02, 2005

this n that, spit n spat

Not deep:

I am sending you out like sheep among wolves.
Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.
-that's you cuzin
>
"Right now____.Maybe later____"
-L
>
"Lets move on please. Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh....
Eh, eh, eh. I don't... I really cant...deal with it right now."
-Mr. H, that English teacher
while dealing with a loud classroom
>
"You aren't my lover but love itself"
+
"If I love you and you love me, I want it forever"
+
"..I tremble and weep"
+
(My favorite)
"don't trust love"
-All from various people in that Opera La Rondine
>
"Not fair, not nice"
-Pops
>
Yes I did actually go to this Opera. It was educating, entertaining, enjoyable, absorbing, sappy, artsy, and everything a good 15 dollars should provide on a friday night.
Well goodnight world.

Little people

LITTLE GIRLS
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

"One thing's sure and nothing's surer

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

I said death and you say life,
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.

I LACED IT BABY I LACED IT

ITS ALL ABOUT THAT THIRLLER

Sunday, March 13, 2005

"You cant steer a parked car"

A kid from school asked me to help him and a youth group worship band by playing drums for service they were running in a partner Lutheran church in Geneseo. I was enthusiastic about going to this St. Timeouts building. But the hand I was dealt was a hard one to work with. After the Saturday night show (and after a lot of calling, talking and failed arrangements) me, Scotty, JJ, and Phil drove a car full of equipment to this church to rehearse with the One Light worship band at 1130 and play for the two services in the morning.

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.