One hell of a ride
Index of Qualitative Variation... fuck it I'm playin solitaire
now these must have been the thoughts going through my head on Tuesday because i have homework due in 5 hours and i have no idea how to answer the last question. But i digress
The crowded Starbucks gave me an applause as i strummed my final chord, i stood up and walked away and the called my name once more like they did with all the people at open mic night,probably just to make us feel better about ourselves. I walked right over to a familiar face and she smiled then said.
"Whenever you sing and play guitar the music seems to convey every emotion that you have at the time. Where do you find these songs?"
Being rather nonchalant about it i looked up at her and said i don't find them, they find me.
And it seemed that my clever remark had fallen on def ears because, she smiled and said with the grace of a cinder block.
"uhh... what?"
So then i took the straight and narrow path and explained that i wrote them.
she got it
its makes me wonder if speaking about everyday life like its a verse from the never ending poem that is existence really makes a difference?
or if it just makes me look like a emotional prick?
well do to the length of the Kate Moore sized journal entry i expect limited feed back.
one more thing before you zone out. I am in a band called the golightlys check us out www.myspace.com/thegolightlysmi
now these must have been the thoughts going through my head on Tuesday because i have homework due in 5 hours and i have no idea how to answer the last question. But i digress
The crowded Starbucks gave me an applause as i strummed my final chord, i stood up and walked away and the called my name once more like they did with all the people at open mic night,probably just to make us feel better about ourselves. I walked right over to a familiar face and she smiled then said.
"Whenever you sing and play guitar the music seems to convey every emotion that you have at the time. Where do you find these songs?"
Being rather nonchalant about it i looked up at her and said i don't find them, they find me.
And it seemed that my clever remark had fallen on def ears because, she smiled and said with the grace of a cinder block.
"uhh... what?"
So then i took the straight and narrow path and explained that i wrote them.
she got it
its makes me wonder if speaking about everyday life like its a verse from the never ending poem that is existence really makes a difference?
or if it just makes me look like a emotional prick?
well do to the length of the Kate Moore sized journal entry i expect limited feed back.
one more thing before you zone out. I am in a band called the golightlys check us out www.myspace.com/thegolightlysmi