Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Cool Stuff @ Abbey Road

Amos Lee! If you don't know this music, you must listen.

He's got soul. I suppose definitions of soul differ among us but damn, this music. Not to mention, he's performing at Abbey Road in that video, you know, where Dark Side was recorded, Beatles (and Chili Peppers) had legendary snapshots. Since we're on the subject of this magical place. Here are some clips from that magical place...

When I heard this next song I made that ooohhh sound that you always here Jay-Z and Kanye make when they hear something cool. (last Jay-Z verse of "Never Let Me Down") Check that shit out too! I guess it is just that city upbringing where the white guy was the monority, haha. That was a really cool experience for me. There are so many people out there who fail to even make an attempt to connect with those different from themselves. As I'm sure its similar in every city (Chicago: South vs North), St. Louis has West County. Oh West County! Home of the UGG boots, northface jackets, and snobby bitches (keep in mind is men and women). People live in their own world there it seems. I've had to deal with so many people, and sadly date some as well, from there and it never really works out well. They wanna lick the wrapper without licking the rapper as Lil' Weezy would say. Tangents are fun, especially if you're in to differential geometry.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I'm turning into what MTV used to be...

This one struck a nerve this morning.

I'm not one to get all emotional over past relationships, lately. However, this song shuffled through my itunes this morning while studying for my Entrepreneurship final. So, naturally I felt that it was necessary that through usual literary methods of catharsis, that I open this up to the free world. That first "one" sucks to see gone. And while I can't say that I'm really into coffee, this song feels very applicable to many emotions that I've locked up for years now. I kind of view this song as a typical monologue that I could say to her if I saw her. But let's not get careless. I refrain from being the psycho-ex that so many of us fear; but I admit my feelings, while not necessarily love or affection or all that "gushy stuff", are still stronger than I had hoped.

Perhaps, the most interesting piece of this morning is what music did to me. There I was, learning about various methods in terminating a business (I will be starting mine soon!), and Mr. Hay's voice began encouraging a cycling through this roledex of old memories that led me to the aforementioned "her." More than I can probably ever love a girlfriend (regardless of whether this is adolescent or not) is love the music that surrounds my life.

I suppose in a society where nothing is promised, it is comforting to know that there will always be a constant ability for something to reach through whatever comfort-coated cloak you are wearing.

Don't get me wrong, Ilove my life and all its loves and heartbreaks. I guess it's nice knowing that there are many others moving through this world and carrying some of the same emotions as myself.

To end this rather lengthy and emo post, I leave you with a piece from one of my favorite literary works. Can you guess?

"This can be no trick. The conference was sadly borne; they have the truth of this from Hero; they seem to pity the lady. It seems her affections have their full bent. Love me? Why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured. They say I will bear myself proudly if I perceive the love come from her. They say too that she will rather die than give any sign of affection. I did never think to marry. I must not seem proud. Happy are they that hear their detractions and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair-- 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous-- 'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me-- by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me because I have railed so long against marriage. But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humor? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Here comes Beatrice. By this day, she's a fair lady! I do spy some marks of love in her."

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Listen to STEVE JORDAN! Living proof that us drummers are the musical baby makers. Not to mention, this jam is baby making music. I love jamming. Now get this. More from my favorite band. I love me some rock n' roll and love thuggin' it. But damn, nothing beats da' funk.

I hope I can at least spread this wonderful illness to one of you!