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."

Higher Ground

Back into the blogging world once again (at least as a contributor) and it feels great. Music is still going great. We had two gigs yesterday. The first one probably one of my favorites. It was in an awesome, and rare, round barn in Northeastern Missouri. We opened the festival (must pay your dues) and it was well worth it. We played some great tunes and rocked the house. Did a couple of interviews from the local news station, autographed a guitar with proceeds going to the United Way, and received several inquiries regarding us playing for some other people. Definitely not the reaction we were expecting going in to this. When your opening a HARDCORE blues festival and your set consists of sublime, queen, and jet, it is easy to get a little worried. But we threw in a couple John Mayer Trio tunes that seemed to restore the balance.

To close the night we played at a Swingers Party (not those Swingers, although probably more interesting). It was one of the coolest things. We were supposed to be the entertainment for the evening. But instead, the crowd was engulfed in this swinging frenzy that really kept the energy up for us since most of us were running on fumes. Such a good day.

Now it's simply time for football, some food, and possibly some homework.

Totally random...but in business news, how fucked up is it that Lehman Brothers decided to withdraw $8 billion from their branch company in London and then declare bankruptcy the very next day, liquidating that money however they see fit. Especially considering the fact that the money was earmarked for salaries of English workers. Not cool New York branch, not cool.

Today is going to be a good day! First of all the highly anticipated olympics are on! We swept fencing (I know cool right?) But aside from that, my Cardinals are going to bash in the Cubbies. Then I get to see the Rams play the Titans (I love the NFL) Okay, really I love sports, especially when they involve my home town teams. Sorry, but I am pretty ethnocentric when it comes to my sports. But I try to keep that as the only time I use the cultural blinders.

Aside from that, I get to audition a new lead singer for my band when I go back to college. Audition? I feel so weird writing that, but it's fun being a Simon Cowell from time to time. Plus, I really enjoy the type of people who have no problem meeting a complete stranger and belting their heart out. I will have an update on how this one goes.

Then after that, I get to start packing for my return to the middle-of-nowhere-Missouri. This is such an exciting weekend. Sports, music, socializing; Now all I need is a tasty boulevard with a slice of lemon.

I never thought I would be the kind to enjoy drinking beer. Ever since I can rememer I've hating everything about it. But once 21 hits let the taste acquiring begin. I need the factory tour and get some free beer at Anheiser-Busch before St. Louis feels the ripple effects of the InBev buyout. Everyone here is so damn concerned about it and I think it's pretty silly to get all worked up over it. There will just be new rich, fat men collecting their checks at the end of the day.

Sorry for the Stream-of-Consciousness style of writing today. Speaking of which...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cF6tCPlFaO8&feature=related

Dream Theater...Maybe not your cup-of-tea, but they are phenomenal musicians.

Well, here's to the athletes, musicians, and beer drinkers everywhere this weekend.

Gig Night!

So I just got back from jamming with the previously mentioned band and it was simply amazing; we opened for them. I love gig nights. Playing music for others is probably one of my favorite things to do. Sometimes I find myself getting too comfortable on stage though. But it's so much fun. We did run into a small problem. We blew a fuse in the middle of our cover of Venice Queen. Not fun at all and to most, pretty embarrassing. But we managed to keep the crowd in to it until order could be restored. So I decided to bring a volunteer on stage to jam with us to Cortez the Killer. The dude rocked the guitar. We actually closed with that...probably lasted 15 minutes. Oh and I find few things more attractive than a girl lost in the music, dancing ecstatically, letting the music command her soul.

Good Morning!

I have a huge meeting tomorrow morning at 7:30 where I will need to report on all the activity from this past week. I don't think it will go well. Here's the thing. The job is sales. Well let me correct that. The employer says it's not, but calling 40 strangers a day to schedule a time to meet and discuss their financial future and present them with at least one of the products that I am licensed to SELL. I'm just sick of it and haven't been living up to the company standards. I'm ready to return to my school in the middle of nowhere Missouri. I'm just not looking forward to entering the "real" world after college. I want the freedom without the responsibility. I know, real original right? I hate emo music. I guess this job will be over with soon enough and I can return to the splendors of college life...alcohol, loud music, girls, alcohol, playing shows while drinking alcohol and encouraging the sale of it, and all the new people who, no matter how significant, come in and maybe out of your life. That's something that really does excite me about life, simply meeting new people. How cool is it that we can impact each others' lives with even the smallest of gestures. I've seen what my actions have done to people for good and the other and it has helped me put my actions in perspective. However, those details can be saved for another post.

This blog thing is pretty cool. I don't really intend on telling anybody about my blog so I'll just see where this thing gets me, assuming anyone even reads this. I'm pretty new to the blog scene so I'm still trying to adjust to the growing blog community.