Thursday, September 30, 2010

Day 164: Exit 387


After a gas leak on Ben Hill Griffin Road canceled all classes and shut down what was supposed to be our first flag football game of the year, I was left without much to do except pack for my trip to UF. Matt and I were about to embark on a 3 day 4 night excursion to Gainesville to visit some friends and just escape from Fort Myers for a weekend. At around 8pm we packed the car up and headed out on the 260-mile trip.

The temperature noticeably changed the further north we traveled. With our windows rolled down we could feel the cool breeze encouraging us to continue. That autumn weather, on the last day of September, still hadn't made its way to southwest Florida, and I remembered why I enjoyed going to Gainesville so much. They actually have weather there.

Due to an oversight we accidentally passed our exit by about five miles, but we made the best of it and decided to stop by a Burger King before we headed back the right way. A 24-hour Burger King. The only 24-hour fast food restaurant we even have in the Fort Myers/ Estero area is that McDonald's on 41, and it seems like everything else closes at 9 or 10. Gainesville knows how to do it right. I can only hope the business in our area can learn from their example. Sometimes you just need a Whopper at 1am.

After eating in the parking lot, soaking in the college town atmosphere, we got back in the car and made our way to David's apartment.

You are strong
I am absurd
And here we are, everyone heard
That you and I are different
Creatures altogether

Song: "Just a Dream" by Nelly. I'm usually not a fan of Nelly (or any artists like him), but this is just a good, catchy song with relateable lyrics and a solid hook. Pop.

Day 163: We Were Searching For Shelter


Everywhere I go, my shadow follows me. One of those fundamental truths that just can't be escaped. Like how cereal will always get soggier the more time it sits in milk. Or how some days, you see a lot of people walking around on crutches. It just happens.

You take this gun and kill this void
And set the emptiness free
Revolt violently against the dying plague inside

Song: "Crossfire" by Brandon Flowers. Electronica/ alternative rock. I, like everybody else, was expecting Brandon Flowers' solo music to be weird and incomprehensible. Instead we got Crossfire, perhaps the best song he's ever written, with an undeniably catchy chorus and an upbeat message. The music video is pretty cool, too. But I'm always a sucker for Charlize Theron.

Day 162: Work Some Hope


There is an evening skyline that stays still for just one moment. Lights flicker and move, trees sway and cars chase their headlights around the streets. But for that one moment everything is motionless. The rolling clouds are immobilized, the moon cannot rotate.

This is the magic of the camera.

How can we arrive at the same conclusion?
Our fears were far apart.
"Everyone everywhere knows
We need something more"

Song: "Smash Into You" by Beyoncé. Rhythm and blues. Rock instrumentation forms the basis for Beyoncé's voice to shine. Technically a remake of "Smack Into You" by Jon McLaughlin, but they changed the title so Beyoncé gets a songwriting credit for this one.

Day 161: There's No Such Thing as Pink


I've counted all the zeros
And they still add up to you.
And your desperation lingers,
Still longs to be whole

Song: Anna Waronker's version of "The Speedway Motor Racers' Club" by Steel Train. Steel Train did something pretty cool when they simultaneously released their self titled CD with a companion album of covers by female artists. This is definitely one of the highlights of the companion album.

Day 160: Emergency Merge


I should explain this.

On my way back to Fort Myers, I got on I-75 like I always do. There's a junction where 75 will either take you south toward Miami or north toward Naples. The left-most lanes head south and if you stay to the right you'll get to Naples, like I wanted to. Okay, well, the Naples lanes were blocked off by large construction cones, only two lanes toward Miami were open. Confused, I stayed over to the left, as countless signs showed arrows directing traffic to the left. The signs looked like this except they had arrows pointing left.

Suddenly, there was a gap in the cones. I thought maybe I could get over, but then I looked ahead and there were still arrows pointing left, so I decided to not take the chance.

Apparently, those arrows now meant "GET OVER EVEN MORE BECAUSE WE'RE MERGING THE LANES YET AGAIN." It was obviously not clear that they meant this. The cones were quickly encroaching upon my space, eating up my entire lane. I needed to get over fast. Unfortunately, there was a car directly to my left. Fortunately, they were going under the speed limit, so I sped up. Unfortunately, they sped up as well. Fortunately, I still had the option of slowing down, so I tried that. Unfortunately, the other car insisted on still being a jerk and slowed down as well. I AM NOT EVEN MAKING THIS UP. I drastically reduced my speed at that point, going about 35 or 40 miles, and managed to scoot behind the other car and make it into the left lane. Unfortunately, not all of my car was able to complete the journey with me. One of the big cones knocked my side view mirror off. Completely gone. Left a few wires though. I don't even know what those wires are for.

Where once was a mirror now only lies debris
Crushed and pummeled by the weight of thee
Stupid construction cones.

Song: "Black Fingernails, Red Wine" by Eskimo Joe. Indie rock at its sharpest, with finely tuned guitars, drums and bass all working together to create a driving rhythm and layered sound.

Day 159: Tabernacles


Sukkot! I like Jewish holidays because they're always feasts. I'm a big fan of food.

I have heard
What the silence says
I know these looks
I know this shame
I know you're trying hard.

Song: "Forever" by Fireflight. Female-fronted alternative rock.

Day 158: When My Time Comes


A long drive is always better when it's accompanied by music. And when you're accompanied by good friends. Usually when I do the drive between Fort Myers and Boca I am alone, which can get a little lonely. But the music helps. I'm alone in my car, shouting the lyrics to my favorite songs at the top of my lungs. And suddenly you're not alone anymore.

AJ needed to pick his car up from Fort Lauderdale, so I took him on my way to Boca. Matt tagged along for the ride. We lost our voices and our shame.

Kinetic or magnetic
We are energy drawn
To the idea of one another
And now we leave with the dawn

Song: I've been forced to do something I've never had to do up until this point: instead of giving a link to audio, I have to put a youtube video here. That's because the best (and in my opinion, the only version of this song isn't on any album or other recording. All that exists is this video. Dawes is a great up and coming band, fusing folk with indie rock and sounding completely authentic in the process. And their live version of "When My Time Comes" is quickly becoming one of my favorite songs. It's easily one of the best live performances I've heard of any song, ever, and the studio version doesn't do it justice. Watch it here.

Day 157: A Suggestion


We were supposed to have our first flag football game today. And then this happened.

Sad day =(

It seems every semester, the first few games of the flag football season will inevitably be rained out. It's just the way Florida weather works, year after year. I have a suggestion! Start the season a few weeks later, and have it go all the way until the end of the semester. There's no reason this can't be done. The officials will tell you that it's impossible because the playoffs occur in the last few weeks. I don't think you really need to spread out playoffs for flag football and make it a multi-week affair. Get all those games played in a single week.

It's really not that hard, fellas.

Nearing, closer, the resolution
To find a way out of here
To sever these ties
Cut the cord of disbelief

Song: "Not Sure" by Fiction Family. Folk/ acoustic.

Day 156: Spitting on Snakes


Spend a night in nature. Listen to a good song. Let yourself be swallowed by your surroundings.

Here we go again, my friend
It's the same story, same twists, same ending
Let me know if anything changes

Song: "Jesus Christ" by Brand New. Remember how I said you should listen to a good song while you bask in nature's awesome power? This is the song I was talking about.

Day 155: What if There's a Fire?


I'm sitting in the back of the class. When we walked in, the majority of the desks were arranged in a circle, with a few misplaced in the outlying areas. All the neatly arranged desks were taken. I am in the corner, messing with my camera, obscured by poor planning. The light overhead is flickering, like I'm in a horror movie. A horror movie where the desks aren't arranged properly.

All my light is fading
But can you show the colors?
Can you fix this broken flame?
I'm still fading.

Song: "Restless" by Racing Kites. Acoustic pop/emo. Recommended if you like the slew of other songs I've posted from this genre: Rookie of the Year, The Early November, Secondhand Serenade, The Spill Canvas... you get the picture. It's not the most mature music, but it's relevant. And easy to listen to.

Day 154: Long Walks and Sci-fi Movies


This sign has been posted above the water fountains in the library for, what seems like, an eternity.

And you might think it's not a very big deal. And you'd be wrong. You see, it's a long walk to the library, especially in the post-summer heat. When I get to the computer lab there, I tend to be very thirsty. And I don't think it's my fault that I keep auto-piloting right to the fountains, only to discover that they still haven't been fixed. Do I really want to walk all the way over to the west side of the library? No, I just wanna get my hydration on, and I wanna get it on right now.

It's like when you've been expecting an important phone call all day, and when it finally rings it's your buddy wanting to know where the nearest Chinese restaurant is.

Disappointment.

Don't ask me questions, because
you don't want to know the answers.
You don't want to know what I think.

Song: "Fake Palindromes" by Andrew Bird. Indie rock driven by Bird's charismatic voice and layered instrumentation.

Day 153: Let It Stay


I guess I don't check my mail very often: there was crap from last semester in here. It was junk mail though, so I just left it.

...Ohhhhh.

Don't say I'm fading
Don't say I'm changing
I was always headed here
I always needed this to happen first

Song: "I Don't Wanna Dance" by Hey Monday. A fusion between pop-punk and dance music. As much hate as this band gets, they sure do make a lot of good, fun songs.

Day 152: Murphy and Bogey


The whole raison d'être of house sitting this weekend was because Dana was asked to take care of these two dogs. Pictured is Bogey getting cozy in a blanket on the couch while we watched It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Not pictured is Murphy, who I'm sure was being just as chill. These are seriously the chillest dogs I've ever met. They're friendly without being hyper and overly energetic. They are the Hanley Ramirezes of the dog community.

Just take it
And leave it there
Out of sight of these
Tormented hands
Because I never
Needed that noise

Song: "This Time" by P.O.D. Alternative rock. Sonny's signature vocals shine in this song along with some pretty intriguing guitar work by the often underrated Jason Truby.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Day 151: Bumblebee


The family that Dana babysits for went out of town for the weekend, so they asked her to house-sit and take care of their two dogs. Lee, Matt, Katie and I tagged along for the fun. I will say that, even though it was an incredibly comfortable couch, I've had better nights of sleep. We ordered in a pizze, watched Ratatouille, and played Skipbo. If you've never played Skipbo before, you're missing out. Unless you play with Lee. He cheats.

There was a book in the bathroom titled "Is your mama a llama?"

I really wish I had written that book.

A pretty face is all you need
That's the magic of having beauty
You can get away with anything

Song: "The Energy" by Audiovent. Straight up rock and roll.

Day 150: I'll Just Regress, Because I Feel I've Made Myself Perfectly Redundant


Ribbit.

We coexist in this machine
Like something stubborn, still and strange
I know enough to know
We're never getting out.

Song: "Do Better" by Say Anything. Pop/punk. Max Bemis is one of the cleverest lyricists in the scene today. This song is a good example of that.

Day 149: Not Now


Then and even now
I knew that it was wrong.
I should have never seen her
Not here, not now

Song: "Heavy in Your Arms" by Florence and the Machine. Heavy alternative rock with powerful female vocals. The songwriting here is immediate and super intense.

Day 148: Finding Meaning


It limits my perception
When the music finds my ears
And now nothing else is real
Nothing else is here

Song: "Can't Take It" by All-American Rejects. Pop-punk set against a pretty impressive string arrangement

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Day 147: The Flood


I went with some friends to the Halo release event at Game Stop. I didn't know people were so eager to buy a video game at midnight on a school night. Let me tell you, I have never seen such a collection of gaming geeks. You couldn't throw a rock without hitting five of them, though this is because it was dark out and they probably wouldn't be able to see the rock coming their way. There was one guy dressed up in a full space marine costume. Helmet and everything. I tried to get a picture of him but there were too many nerds blocking my view.

To be honest though, I kind of feel that the geeks are my people. I'm all for geekdom, I love everything it stands for. Everyone is a geek about something, or they should be. You've got your band geeks passionate about marching and, like, playing the tuba. You've got your sports geeks who know every player, every stat, and win their fantasy league every year. You've got your computer geeks, without which the rest of us would be hopelessly lost in this digital world. Reformat my hard drive whaaaaaat? You do it.

I guess I would consider myself a music geek. Music is a really big part of my life and I love to listen to it, talk about it, and share it. Don't get me started talking about my favorite band or a really good album: you saw what happened on Day 143. I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a geek about this particular thing. I just wish I could find someone to talk to about it for more than ten minutes before they zone me out (not that I blame them).

You figured it out, found the loophole
And now we're all paying the price.
I used to watch you run.

Song: "Vienna" by The Fray. Alternative rock fueled by piano and Isaac Slade's familiar raspy vocals.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Day 146: Run from the Devil in Disguise


Rita's is one of the great inventions of the 21st Century. Right up there with iPhones and online classes. They sell ice, custard, and happiness. If you order a gelatti you get all three. Mango used to be my favorite flavor of Italian ice, but lately I've been rockin that blue raspberry.

I still don't understand why they have a coffee flavored custard. Furthermore I don't know why they blend the coffee flavor with the orange cream flavor. This makes 0% sense.

Hurry now, we're falling behind
there's a pattern to be kept
Let's march in time
and forget
This fragile order

Song: "Bullet" by Steel Train. Bombastic indie rock with a folk influence. This band got a lot of hype with their last release. The jury's still out on whether or not they deserved it. But this song is a definite highlight of the album.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Day 145: Sock Nation


Look at his cute little bunny paws! And his fierce little bunny maw.

Butters has really taken a liking to my sock collection. I had a bunch of old socks that I don't really wear anymore and I threw them on the floor for a while for lack of a better place to put them/ too lazy to really be concerned with it. But they seem to serve a purpose now. Butters will claw at the pile of socks and try to make a little sock bed for himself, or something, I'm not really sure. There doesn't seem to be any sort of real benefit from what he does with the socks. I think he just likes being silly.

The other day I caught him with a sock in his mouth and he looked at me, then threw his mouth upward and started waving the sock in the air. Then he leaned up on his hind legs, still holding the sock high, waving it proudly like it was the flag of his homeland. But soon the sock's weight threw off his balance and he started falling backward. He refused to drop the sock and so he fell straight into the ground. The sacrifices he made for that sock, just... it was inspiring. And also hilarious.

He has now collected a few socks in his favorite spot under my bed, where he just sort of stares at them and admires them for their softness and cuddliness.

So open your eyes and mark down for recognition
All your twisted thoughts that led to this decision.
Now salvage.

Song: "Hands Up Baby" by Camera Obscura. A dark and haunting duet detailing a pretty dysfunctional relationship. It's intriguing to listen to the vocal tradeoff as they each sing their side of the story.

Day 144: Feet


I'm not a huge fan of feet. I don't know why I don't like feet. Maybe it's because I feel superior to feet. I plod along on them and smash them into the sidewalk everyday. It's like Hey feet, get on my level, you know? I don't get good circulation in my feet (or my hands for that matter), so my feet are always cold. Means I wear a lot of socks. Socks are also useful for covering feet up, because they're gross. If we had socks for our hands they would be called mittens. Nobody wears mittens. Or what about shoes for our hands? I think those are called gloves, except gloves don't have laces. Then again, not all shoes have laces anymore... everyone wears sandals nowadays. I used to not wear sandals. I didn't like to give my feet the satisfaction of being seen in public.

Who decided that we would measure length in feet? It had to have been an American because we're the only country not using the metric system. They don't have feet in the metric system. They have meters. What if we called our feet meters? "Oh man, I broke my meter today. I had to get a cast. It's not so bad. At least my meter is warm now."

It's an undesired symptom
of being told you're wrong
Nobody defends you
and in the end you're not that strong

Song: "Maybe" by Secondhand Serenade. Acoustic/ emo. Recommended if you like The Early November, The Spill Canvas, basically any of those acoustic bands that are really just one guy who refuses to use a solo moniker. Like Rookie of the Year. Or Dashboard Confessional. Geez, there are more of these "bands" than I realized.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Day 143: Dark is the Way, Light is a Place


I wanted to hate this album.

Going into it, I kind of knew not to get my hopes up. It was seemingly apparent after New Surrender that Anberlin wasn't likely to ever top their most tremendous effort, Cities. The band was truly in their element there, and they had never been more self aware. On Cities they knew exactly what they wanted to create, they knew exactly what they were creating, and they put out a completely solid and timely album. The kind that defines a band. When the follow-up came out it was forgettable in comparison, though it still had its bright moments. But I knew going into this new CD that it was possible they could continue falling, never again to reach the level of achievement they had once obtained.

And in my first listen-through, I felt that this was absolutely the case. The songs seemed monotonous, there was a lack of energy (something that could NEVER be said about Anberlin of the past), and the lyrics weren't as edgy or quotable. I wanted to hate them for making this.

But this is the story of how I listened to the album a second time and fell in love with it.

Let's get this out of the way: for the most part, Cities is still their best effort. There will never be the kind of sprawling epic atmosphere found in "Fin", or the raw power in the weightless vocals of "Alexithymia". The ballads, "Unwinding Cable Car" and "Inevitable" still stand as having elements not commonly found in songwriting for this genre, and that Anberlin seemingly won't ever return to. Tonally and sonically, Cities is still their most consistent album.

But Dark is the Way, Light is a Place has its place in the discography. The choruses might be repetitive, but on second listen it's clear that this is for a purpose: so that these words can really sink in. This is the only Anberlin album not to come with any liner notes, so you can't even follow along with the songs if you wanted to. You have to discover the lyrics just by listening and letting them envelop you. The chorus of "Closer" is almost completely dominated by a single word repeated over and over again. On first listen, this seemed lazy. On second listen, it is intentional and powerful. With every assertive delivery of the word you feel the desperation in the command, and you know there's a story there. The vocals overlap and intertwine to create some of the atmosphere present on Cities.

Listening the second time you start to find the story in these songs as a whole. While not the most remarkable tracks on the disc, the early songs give a pretty encouraging and optimistic view of relationships, both of the platonic and romantic varieties. That's where songs like "Take Me", "You Belong Here", and "Impossible" fit in.

But things take a turn, as they always do, and eventually we make our way to "The Art of War". And let me just say, this could quite possibly be one of the best break-up songs ever written. There's such a truth in the words and I don't know how Stephen managed to be so poignant and so simple at the same time. He's one of a handful of lyricists I consciously aspire to and this song is a perfect example of why. This song is instantly quotable and extremely applicable to anyone who writes (or tries to write) about their feelings, whether it be through song, poetry, prose or whatever. "There are songs I'll never write because of you walking out of my life." Yeah. I know.

From there the rest of the album is just undeniably inspired and clearly Stephen knows exactly what he wants to say in these songs. The lyrics have become the main focus for this band and it's not a bad color on them. Following the candidness of "The Art of War," "To the Wolves" seemingly continues the story with its chilling depiction of betrayal. And anyone who can relate here will find something to appreciate in this song. This isn't the abstract songwriting found on earlier releases, nor is it a lighthearted look at relationships and friendships. This is brutal, unabashed honesty set to a relentless soundtrack.

If "To the Wolves" is the middle portion of this chapter in the story, then "Down" is the tragic conclusion. Quite simply, this is the saddest song Anberlin has ever written. It doesn't have the sort of inspired structure that the ballads on Cities had (though you can hear a tiny bit of "Cable Car" in here, to my pleasant surprise), but the acoustic arrangement here is enough to complement the vocals and lyrics. Stephen sounds somewhat detached to start, but grows increasingly more vulnerable and desperate as the song continues. This is the tale of a broken man, betrayed and heartbroken, now a shell of who he used to be. And he knows that everyone around him sees it. And he can only hope that they will stand with him in his darkest hour.

But there's still one more chapter. In the form of "Depraved".

By now you can sense a theme in this album, and the closing song brings it all home. The emotional roller coaster provided by the previous three songs is turned on its head, inverted, and suddenly everything is hopeful and encouraging. "Are you depraved?" he asks. "Are you deceived?" And we know that these are the exact subjects he's been dealing with for the entire album. "Excuses aside," he says, "stop saying 'please.'"

As the drums pound out a pulsating rhythm he leads us in a chant: "You're not a slave, so get off your knees." We are not meant to be held down by our defeats, our failures, our losses. And as the song swirls into a blistering rock anthem, he leaves us with a challenge: "Someone tell me I'm wrong."

The song unexpectedly reaches a half-baked conclusion, and in the final twenty seconds of the album you are left wondering, did it end on the wrong note?

It didn't.

And right now I'm trying
To see you through the very lens you use
But it's still blurry, still blurry

Song: "Down" by Anberlin. I don't know if this song will have the same emotional resonance without the rest of the album's journey backing it up, but we'll see. A soft, sad song that... well, just listen to it.

Day 142: What Went Wrong


This is probably the only time in this project that I'll do this. One picture simply wasn't enough to convey all the information needed to appreciate this event (click it to see a larger version). Matt, AJ and I walk into the kitchen to find this pile of mutated brownie batter and this note explaining the situation. Clearly there were some issues in making these brownies correctly, not least of which being it seems like the batter was mixed right in the glass pan it was cooked in. This theory is reinforced by the still unmixed powder found around the edges of the dish.

What I find interesting is that, despite the admission that these are not brownies but merely chocolate globs of grossness, much of the finished product appears to be missing from the pan. Was it consumed in the vain hope that it was an acquired taste? Or was part of it scooped into the garbage can, before that task was given up on as well?

To the Little Brownie Fairy -
responsible for making our treats safe,
enjoyable
and delicious
- I just ask this:
What happened?

Song: "A Burn or a Shiver" by Edison Glass. This is the definition of indie music. Crashing symbols open the song before fading away to a rich piano melody and the band's intense and recognizable guitar work.

Day 141: The Chills


Another late night medical emergency results in another late night run to Gulf Coast Medical Center. These are always fun, I guess because I've never been the one with the emergency. AJ was having severe pain and swelling in his throat and a bad case of the chills, so he got that checked out.

Pictured is Matt trying to channel some positive energy to AJ through the power of peace.

Matt looks a lot happier than AJ does.

Nobody knows
these quiet things we find
the decisions we destroy.
Here stands progress saying
"release and find me now."

Song: "Catalyst" by Anna Nalick. The waltzy beat is misleading, this is a downer of a song wrapped in violins and minor chords from a slowly plucked acoustic guitar. And of course, the vocals tie it all together. This is the perfect song for sitting quietly in a hospital lobby at 3am. Anna Nalick is one of my favorite singer-songwriters, and this song is a large reason why.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Day 140: Sponge on a Stick


The First Annual Labor Day Cook-off went down in Falcon 8 today. I don't really know if it's an annual Labor Day thing. It's probably a weekly "everybody's hungry" thing. Daniel challenged Nico to a cook-off so it was ON. Several of us showed up as judges/food enthusiasts to see who would become the ultimate North Lake Chef.

Daniel served up his chicken and mango habanero sauce with a side of asparagus. But Nico counterattacked with tuna, swordfish, coconut shrimp, and mango salsa.

It was a tie. A delicious, delicious tie.

When we drive
And as we sleep
These things
you do
keep my
beat
When I sigh,
When I die.

Song: "Devil's Haircut" by Beck. Post-grunge garage rock.

Day 139: We May Never Know


This was like the only picture I took today lol, so I'm forced to use it. I don't know why I found it interesting. The bulletin board where I took this is literally right in the hallway of the building, which means not only one, but two people were too lazy to just throw their trash out in whatever dorm they were exiting or entering. We may never find out the real story behind the Denny's cup and the Sprite bottle. But we can imagine.

(If you look closely you'll see that I flipped the image, because the writing on the Denny's cup is backwards. Neat, huh? Huh?! I just discovered this tool.)

(I need to stop taking such lazy pictures.)

You're a shade. a whisper.
A specter in the mind,
a splinter in my side
too deeply hidden by emotion

Song: Feist's demo version of Broken Social Scene's "Lover's Spit". Don't care what you say, this is the definitive version of the song. Don't be confused because Feist covered this song twice. This one's better.

Day 138: The End of a Cycle


Not one of my better pictures. Or blog posts. =/

Can we call this a disaster?
Can we pick the pieces up?
I can't be the only one who's tired

Song: "The Reason" by Hoobastank. Alternative pop/rock.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Day 137: Albert


This is Albert!!! It's important to note that his name is said with a French accent, so you drop the final "t" sound and you put emphasis on the second syllable. This is important because all my grow animals have been named to reflect their foreign descent. Albert the Octopus is French, Raul the Snake is a Spaniard, and Whale the Whale is Polynesian.

We put him in the fish tank that we pawned from some old lady in Naples, because, why not? It's where he belongs. He already seems so at home there.

The kid on the packaging looked so happy holding his fully grown octopus. I can only hope I can feel such joy when Albert grows up to be a beautiful sea creature.

And after all of this
I'm still not sure it ever mattered -
We were lost and lonely.
We were selfish.

Song: "Tell Me I'm a Wreck" by Every Avenue. Catchy pop-rock.

Day 136: Blametown


One of my biggest peeves is when people blame others for their mistakes. I think we all do it a little bit, sometimes subconsciously. We don't want to admit that something might just be our fault. But some people will chronically fall victim to this, never taking responsibility or realizing that they may be the ones who are doing things wrong. It ends up hurting everyone. No bueno.

Like I said, I'm sure I've done it before. Sometimes it really sucks to be the one at fault. But it's the sign of a mature person when you can admit that you've made a mistake and take the necessary steps to set everything right.

It also helps you assess your own personality and character faults and helps you work on them. So that's cool. Kinda like a bonus.

I wish I could deal with guilt like you
Then I'd never feel bad for all these things I've done

Song: "Lacrymosa" by Evanescence. Gothic rock. Heavy use of orchestral strings in this song, mixed with swirling electric riffs and haunting choral chants. Thematically it's relevant to the blog post. It's inspired by and and based on Mozart's Requiem. It's a really cool and intelligent song from a band not always known for their songwriting. Definitely a highlight of their career.

Day 135: They Walked Along the Walls. It Was Strange Enough to Cause an Issue.


Lately I've been listening to some of my old music. Just stuff I haven't really heard in a while. It's cool how memories can attach themselves to melodies. There are songs that I can listen to and they can bring back thoughts of happiness, nostalgia, comfort. Those are really cool things to feel, and the music takes me back directly to those moments that I associate it with, for whatever reason. On the other side of the coin, maybe a song can remind me of something sad, or otherwise notgood. And you know what, that's kind of cool too. Can't forget the things that ended, the things that went wrong, or my moments of weakness. All the things that helped to make me strong.

Tonight however things have changed
And we are not the same as before.
And we will never be the same.

Song: "Cute Without the E" by Taking Back Sunday. Pop-punk-emo.