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."

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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naKJ9JYxj7A&feature=related

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

Oh Hot Damn, This is My Jam!

I've had that song stuck in my head the past three minutes and I'm loving it. I'm currently in my COBOL class. Way Boring, unless you're into writing computer code for programs that can calculate averages, count the number of entries of auto parts in the program, or any other pointless task that really doesn't warrant the use of a computer, much less the efforts of a programmer. I know nothing about computers except point the mouse and click and then my signature three-fingered typing skills. Try this next time you write your blog. Type with just the pointer and middle finger of your right hand and just the index of your left. Now you can tell why I don't blog much.

Actually that is not true. My computer has been out of commission for about a month. However, it is on its way back home and things should make a return to normalcy.

Speaking of normalcy, I feel like I'm slowing coming back to the things I used to love doing but have been failing to do so. In particular, I couldn't sleep the other night so I went for an awesome run through the Kirksville streets at about 3 am. I eventually made my way to my schools new, unnecessary, and expensive turf football field where I just laid at the fifty yard line and looked up at the stars. I forgot how much fun stargazing was, especially in a chilly fall night. I love this season. By far, the best season of all. Then before I made my way back to my house to read Anthony Kiedis' autobiography I made a mad dash across the field in an effort to be the next Reggie Bush or something.

The front man of the Red Hot Chili Peppers had a pretty interesting childhood. So far, by age 12, the guy has already done every drug his dad could get him, was partying in night clubs, and even slept with his dad's girlfriend. Needless to say, this guy was made to be a rockstar. Still, I highly recommend this read for any of you Chili Pepper fans out there. He is very introspective when not showering you with his random stories and he provides great insight to the band's history and song ideas.

I've decided to blog outside today. Perhaps not the greatest thing for the eyes. Not to mention, the most beautiful day happens here in Missouri and I'm still on my computer. Yet I suppose in my defense I'm not on the internet all the time. Nevertheless, sitting on my back patio with my feet propped on the patio able watching a late afternoon sun head to China right now, I can't help but get lost in my thoughts. I struggle to retrieve them for this post right now. The first thought that comes to mind (redundant?) is about the boy to girl ratio in the blog world...well at least mine. I wonder why that is? I suppose we could fall back to the idea of women and their willingness to display their emotions...or how men dare not display any. I'm not pretending to have an answer...simply questions. I wonder what that means about me? Am I not the typical Midwestern male who wouldn't even think about writing this? I don't mean to be narcissistic at all. However, I guess when it comes to writing, it helps to have a handle on what you are presenting, especially if to the public (even though the ambiguity of the blog world is really a happy median between private and public). You don't really know anything about me. Ah! How many teens or failing couples have used that line before. But isn't that what makes this so much fun? I can write what I feel. You may read it. Perhaps not. Nevertheless, here it is. Not much I know, but still there. The world looks mighty nice right now. I think this would be a great weekend for kayaking or something outdoorsy. I love the weekend. Probably one of the biggest reasons right now is the stock market is closed. I watched my beloved Bank of America profit fall $3,000 in a span of 45 minutes. Patience, I know! Bailout my ass! I've read some pretty interesting blogs thus far about the economy and its current condition. I like that people are at least giving it some thought rather than focusing on who Paris Hilton's new BFF is gonna be. Seriously, what-the-fuck!?! Man I wanna play some music. I just finished a two hour drum session and I'm still not finished. Weather Update: Still Beautiful and I got someone once very special on my mind right now. However, perhaps that is for another post because I am far too selfish right now to share that thought.

Ain't That America

I LOVE ST. LOUIS!

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.

I love being able to press the NEW POST button. It's usually an exciting moment when I get to unload a small portion of the thoughts circling around my, as some might consider, strange mind. I am slacking on these posts recently and I'd like to say that was due to some intense scholarly activities. However, that is not typically the case. Instead, I have been doing anything I can but schoolwork. We had a gig last night opening for a great blues band. Not really our style, but the "lovely ladies" (as dave would say) and alcohol definitely livened up the place. I got a little carried away prior to the show with even more mind-altering events which definitely shaped how I acted as the involuntary front-man of the group. I had a blast though but ended up having to take a bunch of equipment and a drunk lead guitarist home. Even still, joining us on our trip was the more than $200 we made for playing for 45minutes. By no means am I bragging. I am very much the novice with this music biz stuff but that is roughly $275/hour. Not too shabby for a bunch of half-drunk (except for Aaron of course) college kids pretending to be rock stars.

Aside from music taking over, the other love of my life has returned. No, not Rosie O'Donnell. But rather the NFL. I watched nearly nine hours of football. That is BULLSHIT. I am a bum. Actually scratch that. I determined on my rainy, short-lived return trip from the library that even though I am entering my final year of school. I haven't proven anything except that I am in fact, not a bum. But sometimes oh how I wish I could be. Perhaps I could simply join Jules and simply "walk the earth." Pulp Fiction = Great Movie!

For any of you that might be reading this, whether by accident or even on purpose I need help on finding some new songs for our new female vocalist, Jen, to sing. She has a phenomenal voice and can sing most anything. We have simply dried up the apparently, shallow well to finding good songs for her to sing. We're looking for more stuff on the female front, or even, something for both of us, since I've been deemed co-singing rockstar. We've been looking at the Hush Sound, No Doubt, Pink and a few others. But my question is this.

What songs do you like to hear, especially when you're out? Let's go top three! Shit! Only a few minutes from another Monday. Wish me luck and I'll return the favor. Peace!