I was thinking about what a friend had said, I was hoping it was a lie...
January, I must admit, was a good month. this month started off okay, I suppose, but it quickly devolved. that's the story of my life, 16 clumsy and shy, I went to London and I...
How does music manage to elicit such strong emotions from us? For instance, I'm listening to After the Gold Rush by Neil Young on lala.com because, well, I lost my copy a long time ago. That's right, a cd. Yes, I still listen to cd's. In fact, aside from forays into Lala.com such as today, the bulk of my music listening experiences come from CD's. I believe that makes me hopelessly anachronistic. And I'm okay with that.
But I digress.
Neil Young's After the Gold Rush (LP; 1970) is an emotional listen. Those first chords on "Tell Me Why" just slice my little heart to ribbons every time, no matter if I'm intoxicated or sober. Sure, he has more powerful music ("Heart of Gold," among them) but something about it. I remember those mornings, listening to it on my CD player ( I didn't get an ipod until after my copy of After the Gold Rush went missing in action).
It's these powerful emotions I wish to share with others; It's these powerful emotions that make me realise just how lonely I am and that I can not simply masturbate away the pain. If it were that easy, no one would be involved with anyone. But we need people.
I need people. Last night it hit me, yet again. Two friends are leaving the Modesto area soon-ish. I wasn't particularly close to them (though close enough to call them friends, I suppose) but it still hurts. Once more, I'll be left with just family. I wonder, will Wheat or I ever leave this place?
I'm about to cry. Is it the tiredness? The wasted day? The pain and guilt I feel for living in the first world and getting to be emotional over a record from the 1970s?
Whatever it is, whatever this life I've made for me is, I just don't know.
don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning...
I'm never sure what I'm getting at. I always try to tag these entries before I write them, to guide me, but I end up elsewhere. The mind, it wanders.
Now the body must wander off to sleep...
How does music manage to elicit such strong emotions from us? For instance, I'm listening to After the Gold Rush by Neil Young on lala.com because, well, I lost my copy a long time ago. That's right, a cd. Yes, I still listen to cd's. In fact, aside from forays into Lala.com such as today, the bulk of my music listening experiences come from CD's. I believe that makes me hopelessly anachronistic. And I'm okay with that.
But I digress.
Neil Young's After the Gold Rush (LP; 1970) is an emotional listen. Those first chords on "Tell Me Why" just slice my little heart to ribbons every time, no matter if I'm intoxicated or sober. Sure, he has more powerful music ("Heart of Gold," among them) but something about it. I remember those mornings, listening to it on my CD player ( I didn't get an ipod until after my copy of After the Gold Rush went missing in action).
It's these powerful emotions I wish to share with others; It's these powerful emotions that make me realise just how lonely I am and that I can not simply masturbate away the pain. If it were that easy, no one would be involved with anyone. But we need people.
I need people. Last night it hit me, yet again. Two friends are leaving the Modesto area soon-ish. I wasn't particularly close to them (though close enough to call them friends, I suppose) but it still hurts. Once more, I'll be left with just family. I wonder, will Wheat or I ever leave this place?
I'm about to cry. Is it the tiredness? The wasted day? The pain and guilt I feel for living in the first world and getting to be emotional over a record from the 1970s?
Whatever it is, whatever this life I've made for me is, I just don't know.
don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning...
I'm never sure what I'm getting at. I always try to tag these entries before I write them, to guide me, but I end up elsewhere. The mind, it wanders.
Now the body must wander off to sleep...