What?
What? I have a blog? I don't know who, if anybody, still uses this thing, but what with having graduated (What? I graduated?) and all, maybe it will be a good way to keep in touch with some old friends (provided any of them still use this).
So I've graduated and moved to Johnstown, PA which for those of you who don't know is a small Western Pennsylvania town best known for having a difficult time not being underwater. It's ok, though, because I'm living uphill. Anyhow, I'm spending most of my time in a small grey box in a much larger brick box that's part of an even larger company whose main purpose is doing research to help the military more efficiently end human life. My specific group, however, is responsible for advanced energy research (mainly for the military, so that they'll have lower electricity bills as they're efficiently ending human life). Right now, I'm working with something called Microgrids, which for those of you who are technically minded I highly suggest reading about because they're actually pretty interesting.
I ended up back here because my wife (What? I'm married?) and I have been getting involved in the local arts scene (such as it is) here. One guy that we've met owns an art gallery and likes to get local people in playing music every now and again, and Claire suggested I should try and play a few songs that I've written over the years. However, since I managed to forget and then lose most of my lyrics, I ended up back here to see what I had posted. And once here, I read through some old stuff and felt a strange nostalgia. Anyhow, anybody reading this who is still around should say hi.
Some lyrics in case I lose them and want them years later..
It was just after
Kevin burned his clothes
One year before Claire
Burned her bra
Two years to the day before
I traded my life for a cold gray box
And I've got dew
Right up to my knees
Trapped inside a jeep
Laughing as the madness takes control
Where did the flower children go?
And I know that the kids aren't alright
This time
Out on the farm
There are no rules
Except the ones
That we don't follow
Out in the fields
I am naked running under the full moon
And I've got bubbles
Floating in the sun
Bandits on the run
Glowing figures in the night
Dance in frenzied firelight
Beneath an underwater canopy
That only exists inside my mind
Nocturnal primal revelry
Gives way to daytime, dazedly
Recalling last night's activity
Have you seen my whiskey?
Laughing as the madness takes control
Why did the flower children grow
To be automatons who buy and sell my generation?
Modern world consumes us all
So we escape once every fall
To Chuck's farm and have a ball
But I know that the kids aren't alright
This time
No the kids aren't alright this time
.
So I've graduated and moved to Johnstown, PA which for those of you who don't know is a small Western Pennsylvania town best known for having a difficult time not being underwater. It's ok, though, because I'm living uphill. Anyhow, I'm spending most of my time in a small grey box in a much larger brick box that's part of an even larger company whose main purpose is doing research to help the military more efficiently end human life. My specific group, however, is responsible for advanced energy research (mainly for the military, so that they'll have lower electricity bills as they're efficiently ending human life). Right now, I'm working with something called Microgrids, which for those of you who are technically minded I highly suggest reading about because they're actually pretty interesting.
I ended up back here because my wife (What? I'm married?) and I have been getting involved in the local arts scene (such as it is) here. One guy that we've met owns an art gallery and likes to get local people in playing music every now and again, and Claire suggested I should try and play a few songs that I've written over the years. However, since I managed to forget and then lose most of my lyrics, I ended up back here to see what I had posted. And once here, I read through some old stuff and felt a strange nostalgia. Anyhow, anybody reading this who is still around should say hi.
Some lyrics in case I lose them and want them years later..
It was just after
Kevin burned his clothes
One year before Claire
Burned her bra
Two years to the day before
I traded my life for a cold gray box
And I've got dew
Right up to my knees
Trapped inside a jeep
Laughing as the madness takes control
Where did the flower children go?
And I know that the kids aren't alright
This time
Out on the farm
There are no rules
Except the ones
That we don't follow
Out in the fields
I am naked running under the full moon
And I've got bubbles
Floating in the sun
Bandits on the run
Glowing figures in the night
Dance in frenzied firelight
Beneath an underwater canopy
That only exists inside my mind
Nocturnal primal revelry
Gives way to daytime, dazedly
Recalling last night's activity
Have you seen my whiskey?
Laughing as the madness takes control
Why did the flower children grow
To be automatons who buy and sell my generation?
Modern world consumes us all
So we escape once every fall
To Chuck's farm and have a ball
But I know that the kids aren't alright
This time
No the kids aren't alright this time
.