At a time when every fool in America with a computer is sticking their stupid life in your face, realness is on offer everywhere.
Join me as I re-create and often times over-exaggerate select stories from my life, frustratingly omitting most of the good stuff and all of the names.
*The following is 85% a true story
I considered doing a personal “best of” list for the year but I realized that many of the songs I liked best may not have been actually been released this year so rather than researching all of the release dates and liberally applying asterisks I consulted the iTunes play counter and did a screenshot of the songs I listened to most in the past year.
Doing my best to mail myself home for Christmas. It’s been a long time since I’ve lived in New England, perhaps I will stay (at least for a awhile)
Open up Google and type in “Why are americans so” then wait a second and look at the possible answers Google will provide you with. Interesting….
The holiday season illicit feelings of good will in many, not so much me, but the joy I feel upon discovering a new band or an amazing album is what I assume it might feel like,
I am feeling rather goddamn joyous and I thank my new love “Fun.” They are a dramatic rock act (like Queen, sans gayness). One song in particular “Take Your Time (Coming Home)” struck a chord with me, likely cause I am on the cusp of heading home, a place usually associated with comfort and familiarity, but to me it brings uncertainty.
Take your time coming home
Hear the wheels as they roll.
Let your lungs fill with smoke.
Forgive everyone.
I don’t think I’d been misled,
It was a rock ‘n’ roll band,
I’m still standing,
Take your time coming home.
See, of everyone who called,
Very few said, “We believe in you.”
The overwhelming choice said
I’m just a boy inside a voice.
And if it’s true, if it’s true, if that’s true,
then what the f**k have I been doing the last six years?
How did I end up here?
How did I find love and conquer all my fears?
See, I made it out.
Out from under the sun.
And the truth is that I feel better because I’ve forgiven everyone.
Now I’m not scared
of a song
or the states,
or the stages.
I’m not scared.
I got friends,
took my call,
came courageous.
Now I feel like I am home.
One more thing, I keep having this dream
Where I’m standing on a mountain
Looking down on the street
I can hear kids in low-income houses singing
“We’re through with causing a scene”
I don’t know what it means
But I too, I’m through with causing a scene.
She is here and now I think she’s ready to go.
For every love that’s lost I heard a new one comes.
So come on with me, sing along with me,
Let the wind catch your feet.
If you love somebody,
you’d better let them know.
Take your time coming home.
Click on this picture and read the entire email thread (don’t worry, its short). This is laugh so hard you almost puke hilarious, read it twice if you don’t agree. Enjoy!
RE: Whose Spider is that?
Not that it matters to anyone but last month this blog enjoyed its highest readership to date.
I always knew that controversy sells and finally I have validation. A few years back I was the publisher of 168 Magazine, one of my first cover stories was “Legal Highs” an in-depth how-to on the best ways to cop a legal buzz. I was certain that it would shock readers and build an instant loyal audience. That was not my first or last major miscalculation.
You may recognize the sound byte, “I’m as Mad as Hell and I’m Not Going to Take This Anymore” but perhaps you haven’t heard the quote in its full context. Check out this clip, its short and clever. I found it interesting how the issues which frustrated our society 30 years ago are in large part unchanged.
Note: Make sure you have the volume turned on (yes Mom, I might be talking to you)
