- Well I jumped into the river to many times -
I'll try to make this as much of a mini rant as possible seeing as I am sure I will have another one after tomorrow night.
It's around 5:30 pm, it's tuesday. My mom's in the kitchen making dinner I'm on the computer and like so many times before she peers over and I'm doing just what she is expecting me to do. I'm lightly headbanging with my headphones on and mouthing the words to the songs as I go along. But there is one difference this time, for this Tuesday it is Summer and summer leaves breathing room for dreams. And what are dreams if not something to fulfill?
It's around 8:45 pm. I'm on the drive home from my Aunt Sara's, taking the country roads with my driver side window down taking in the all to familiar smells, the scents I've been breathing since I was 4 years old. Driving the roads I've been riding since I was 4. Listening the the music thats been inspiring me for sometime. Envisioning the dreams I've been producing since, well, a few hours ago.
If you know me at all you know I dream big. Sometimes too big you may think, alrighty. This summer, I feel, is full of lofty plans, goals. I'm on a music driven edge...so forgive me if this sounds rather retarded:
I have a journal upstairs, my dear mummakeri got for me. I have a few things written in it mainly poems and such but tonight I had the biggest urge to go upstairs and get it. I have the biggest NEED to write my songs down in it. I get in these states where I have these songs pouring out of me and I need to write them down. I want to have a band. Keri's artistic talents are nothing short of amazing, I know. I feel if she were merely to pick up a guitar and strike some chords she could produce amazing things, wonderous sounds. If Keri and I are synchopated with one thing it is we both can be the wise cracking amusing people we are but when were together and we get the drive and dream I think, I know!, we could produce amazing things. Music is the core to life. Music is anything short of just something to listen to while you're working out. People who write their own stuff you know not like britney spears but people who pour their soul over the pages and give the kids a message through their songs...to be one of the greats...*sighs*
It's 10:36 pm. I stare around me, my cell phone, my CD playe that earlier held Guns N' Rose Greatest Hits, My calculator, and my door. I smirk to myself, I know by the end of the night I'll end up on my back porch couch in the dark, the sound of the night driving me to scribble lyrics to a song that may or may not one day be known by some.
It's tomorrow..and I'm anticipating one of the greatest beginning summer nights of my life.