you might lose the one you choose...you might lose the one who won you times ten...
So as I sit here listening to some real old school and by old school stuff...I mean Glassjaw. I say this because this was one of my major influences back in the days of high school, since early sophomore year to be exact and today and well recently have come back to love them. At the same time, this reminds me of high school where everyone in my close circle of friends all shared a liking for Glassjaw and on top of that, these same friends have gone to these Glassjaw shows with me all the freaking time. How I miss those days. At this current point in time, I don't feel myself particularly devoted or attached to anything much aside from the female persuasion and my bass guitar and music. And here at college, I guess I just am not able to fine the right enough outlet for me.
I miss those practices in my garage where we would always be taping ourselves playing cover songs, which may not have been so good, but we were impressed with ourselves at the time. I miss the people who would come up to us and be like, hey you guys played the talent show/battle of the bands. the Red Zone. I miss the Red Zone scene. I miss playing my bass everyday and while it is sitting in my room...it just is getting negelected as each day passes by. Maybe it is cause I have no one out there who will play or listen along...except for the people back home. I miss the long rides to the talent show or the battle of the bands or the Red Zone, a venue back in New York we often frequented. What scales do I know now? Man that is a good question I can't even begin to answer. But come this summer...hopefully I will be able to go home to the ensemble that was my outlet and to this day practice in my garage even though I'm not there, just because my mom really likes what we do for some strange reason...ah, Soma.
In the meantime, I must prepare myself not only for exams and papers and etc. that come up, but just figure out what the hell I want out of everything right now, much like the more important people in my life right now.
I miss those practices in my garage where we would always be taping ourselves playing cover songs, which may not have been so good, but we were impressed with ourselves at the time. I miss the people who would come up to us and be like, hey you guys played the talent show/battle of the bands. the Red Zone. I miss the Red Zone scene. I miss playing my bass everyday and while it is sitting in my room...it just is getting negelected as each day passes by. Maybe it is cause I have no one out there who will play or listen along...except for the people back home. I miss the long rides to the talent show or the battle of the bands or the Red Zone, a venue back in New York we often frequented. What scales do I know now? Man that is a good question I can't even begin to answer. But come this summer...hopefully I will be able to go home to the ensemble that was my outlet and to this day practice in my garage even though I'm not there, just because my mom really likes what we do for some strange reason...ah, Soma.
In the meantime, I must prepare myself not only for exams and papers and etc. that come up, but just figure out what the hell I want out of everything right now, much like the more important people in my life right now.