we can form the crest of a new wave
Yo dawgs.
I'm sitting in my room scrounging around for shit about the new against me! album. It's an unhealthy obsession. I did finally sit and listen to the lyrics of one of their new songs... the title track, New Wave. Although they seem to lack their formal lyrical eloquence, they have inserted a nice positive mention in the song, in the form of an aquatic, and fairly trite, metaphor.
I sure as hell hope we can.
So sometimes I think I want to do music on my own. It gives me complete control, I don't need to set practice times, I don't need to deal with artistic differences, etc. But then again, playing in a band is a shitload of fun. I think either way I would be able to play some shows in Gainesville and get noticed in some capacity. Having one person like my music alone is immensely satisfying.
And that is over.
You know, work isn't that bad, except for the whole working part. Nobody EVER let me work in a CVS for the rest of my life. I want to do something that has more than a surface level interaction with the people I encounter. I want to be more than the dude that rings up their medicine/groceries/etc., and tells them where shit is in the store.
Really, being a full time musician would be ideal for me. I'd enjoy it. Playing shows around the country, making albums and shit. It'd be fun and tiring. But that's really not my primary goal. I would, though, like to be involved with it in some capacity for the rest of my life. Thus why I want to own a badass venue for shows. I'd really enjoy the hell out of it.
So before seeing Fake Problems on Roy's birthday, Roy, Mike, and myself encountered a homeless man on the street asking for help. Mike decided to give him five dollars, and we stood around and talked with him for a while. He told us his story, which was very much a series of unfortunate events. It could very well be a fabrication, but if it was, it was fairly detail. It's sad that all the city government wants to do is push these people away... reduce their visibility. Instead of confronting the issue of homelessness-- realizing that our society is not, in fact, equal-- we choose to create policies that will drive them away from the city. All while we fund a billionare's attempt to build a new arena for a shitty sports team. If that's not a blatant display of our government's favor for the wealthy (at least on the city level, but I'm sure you can think of examples on the state and national levels), then I don't know what the hell is.
Anyways. I need to get out of my lyrical rut. All my lyrics suck right now.
I'm sitting in my room scrounging around for shit about the new against me! album. It's an unhealthy obsession. I did finally sit and listen to the lyrics of one of their new songs... the title track, New Wave. Although they seem to lack their formal lyrical eloquence, they have inserted a nice positive mention in the song, in the form of an aquatic, and fairly trite, metaphor.
I sure as hell hope we can.
So sometimes I think I want to do music on my own. It gives me complete control, I don't need to set practice times, I don't need to deal with artistic differences, etc. But then again, playing in a band is a shitload of fun. I think either way I would be able to play some shows in Gainesville and get noticed in some capacity. Having one person like my music alone is immensely satisfying.
And that is over.
You know, work isn't that bad, except for the whole working part. Nobody EVER let me work in a CVS for the rest of my life. I want to do something that has more than a surface level interaction with the people I encounter. I want to be more than the dude that rings up their medicine/groceries/etc., and tells them where shit is in the store.
Really, being a full time musician would be ideal for me. I'd enjoy it. Playing shows around the country, making albums and shit. It'd be fun and tiring. But that's really not my primary goal. I would, though, like to be involved with it in some capacity for the rest of my life. Thus why I want to own a badass venue for shows. I'd really enjoy the hell out of it.
So before seeing Fake Problems on Roy's birthday, Roy, Mike, and myself encountered a homeless man on the street asking for help. Mike decided to give him five dollars, and we stood around and talked with him for a while. He told us his story, which was very much a series of unfortunate events. It could very well be a fabrication, but if it was, it was fairly detail. It's sad that all the city government wants to do is push these people away... reduce their visibility. Instead of confronting the issue of homelessness-- realizing that our society is not, in fact, equal-- we choose to create policies that will drive them away from the city. All while we fund a billionare's attempt to build a new arena for a shitty sports team. If that's not a blatant display of our government's favor for the wealthy (at least on the city level, but I'm sure you can think of examples on the state and national levels), then I don't know what the hell is.
Anyways. I need to get out of my lyrical rut. All my lyrics suck right now.