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I wish that jeff buckley quote made a little more gramatical sense. If after the comma it said "then it would have been worth everything" it would wrap up pretty well.
But of course, i couldn't change the quote.
I'm surprised to hear of somebody that only likes hail, usually if you get a radiohead listener that only likes one album, it's the bends.
Josh, hand this terry fellow a burnt copy of the bends, if he digs it, he'll move on, if he doesn't, then i'll eat my shoes. All of them.
By the way, i have 5 pairs of shoes now, oddly enough. I feel like such a girl. I'm almost at dave's level.
And josh, buy "Grace" by jeff buckley. It is my favorite album. And it's been some time since i could confidently call something my favorite album. Songs like hallelujia (sp?), and Lover, You Should Have Come Over, will have you wondering why you didn't own the album before now. And my personal favorite, Dream Brother, is just super good. I can't say much else.
Love you cats a billion times more then trees or fish.
When all of this music
sounds like you know what
you want to say, then it
will have been of all worth, ever.
You will be something complete
unto yourself, present and unique.
- jeff buckley
Thinking back to junior high and high school and such, i've realized that in terms of love and relationships, there are very few situations easier to handle then loving someone you can't have.
The reason for this post was a thought. There is a girl that i care a great deal for. I think that i know i'm not supposed to be with this person. And my thought was that if i was hopelessly in love with this person that i couldn't have, then things would be settled. I could wake up and fall asleep thinking of her, knowing all the while that my thoughts were not improperly directed. I could be perfectly faithful in my one sided love.
It's not that easy though. Lately, i have had little to no idea if i genuinely want to be with anyone. I've been numb to any sort of love interest for too long. I'm tired of thinking "i might like her" and "she's kinda cute".
Is it too much to ask to know my direction in this one little aspect of my life? Apparently.
And on top of that, this religious mumbo jumbo i've gotten myself into leads me to believe that there's one person for me. One chick out of a couple billion, and i'm supposed to find her and recognise her when i've seen her.
It's really easy to think someone is kinda cute, and still know that she's not the one for you. Way too easy. Easy enough for me to remain patiently alone.
My summer has been coming to a close in a marvelous fashion. I've been enjoying alot of every day. I see no serious reason to not close out my summer with 5 of the finest days. Yesterday was a nice guitar/chemicals party. The boys from four stories high have all got pretty mean chops. Chris and i held our axes well.
Tonight is Johnny Taylor's last night on the island. And being the sexy man that he is, i wouldn't forgive myself for missing my last chance to see him. I'm going to peakes, and i'm getting polluted.
Tomorrow i'm going to be with my main squeeze, dave fleming. Since my time's running down, i'm hoping that i can make a good few rounds to see alot of people. I'll have my digital camera with me, in hopes that pictures will keep me warm in my long cold winter in kelowna. Snarf.
Friday is my last night on the island. And there's possibly a few buddies of mine coming in from ottawa. I'm not sure what we'll be doing, but i intend on looking for more times and more peeps.
Saturday i'm packed and off to halifax, for what should be a nice little shindig.
Sunday, i chill.
Monday, i buy shoes, and maybe a hoodie.
Tuesday, I'm in Kelowna.
Therein begins stage 4 of the life of simon.
I think the real secret to life, if there is one, is to feel worthy of our suffering. Let your sadness carve deeper and deeper in you, and remain hopeful and optimistic that the wells inside you will soon be pools of joy.
And another thing, for the love of god, do not be ashamed of your joy. Surely we were created to feel all of what is pleasurable. And surely, we are capable of doing so.
So lets get out there and laugh and cry; and smile when we scrape our knees.
Alive at last.
And i'll savour every moment of this.
My good friend dave is hosting a coffee house. And at this coffee house, i plan to play some original material. This will be my first time playing original music in public. And i am drenched with anticipation.
I should note that i dont have any of this original material done. I have riffs here and there, the occasional lyric and melody, but no completed song. The completed song has been my rising mountain top, the sunlight i've been climbing towards. And while i've been consistantly noting improvements in my abilities, it seems like my hightening abilities push the bounds of my intentions that much farther. Chasing blue.
Chasing blue.
I wish that jeff buckley quote made a little more gramatical sense. If after the comma it said "then it would have been worth everything" it would wrap up pretty well.
But of course, i couldn't change the quote.
I'm surprised to hear of somebody that only likes hail, usually if you get a radiohead listener that only likes one album, it's the bends.
Josh, hand this terry fellow a burnt copy of the bends, if he digs it, he'll move on, if he doesn't, then i'll eat my shoes. All of them.
By the way, i have 5 pairs of shoes now, oddly enough. I feel like such a girl. I'm almost at dave's level.
And josh, buy "Grace" by jeff buckley. It is my favorite album. And it's been some time since i could confidently call something my favorite album. Songs like hallelujia (sp?), and Lover, You Should Have Come Over, will have you wondering why you didn't own the album before now. And my personal favorite, Dream Brother, is just super good. I can't say much else.
Love you cats a billion times more then trees or fish.
8/25/96
When all of this music
sounds like you know what
you want to say, then it
will have been of all worth, ever.
You will be something complete
unto yourself, present and unique.
- jeff buckley
I'm not sure if this means anything to anyone other then myself right now.
Thinking back to junior high and high school and such, i've realized that in terms of love and relationships, there are very few situations easier to handle then loving someone you can't have.
The reason for this post was a thought. There is a girl that i care a great deal for. I think that i know i'm not supposed to be with this person. And my thought was that if i was hopelessly in love with this person that i couldn't have, then things would be settled. I could wake up and fall asleep thinking of her, knowing all the while that my thoughts were not improperly directed. I could be perfectly faithful in my one sided love.
It's not that easy though. Lately, i have had little to no idea if i genuinely want to be with anyone. I've been numb to any sort of love interest for too long. I'm tired of thinking "i might like her" and "she's kinda cute".
Is it too much to ask to know my direction in this one little aspect of my life? Apparently.
And on top of that, this religious mumbo jumbo i've gotten myself into leads me to believe that there's one person for me. One chick out of a couple billion, and i'm supposed to find her and recognise her when i've seen her.
It's really easy to think someone is kinda cute, and still know that she's not the one for you. Way too easy. Easy enough for me to remain patiently alone.
Today was good.
My summer has been coming to a close in a marvelous fashion. I've been enjoying alot of every day. I see no serious reason to not close out my summer with 5 of the finest days. Yesterday was a nice guitar/chemicals party. The boys from four stories high have all got pretty mean chops. Chris and i held our axes well.
Tonight is Johnny Taylor's last night on the island. And being the sexy man that he is, i wouldn't forgive myself for missing my last chance to see him. I'm going to peakes, and i'm getting polluted.
Tomorrow i'm going to be with my main squeeze, dave fleming. Since my time's running down, i'm hoping that i can make a good few rounds to see alot of people. I'll have my digital camera with me, in hopes that pictures will keep me warm in my long cold winter in kelowna. Snarf.
Friday is my last night on the island. And there's possibly a few buddies of mine coming in from ottawa. I'm not sure what we'll be doing, but i intend on looking for more times and more peeps.
Saturday i'm packed and off to halifax, for what should be a nice little shindig.
Sunday, i chill.
Monday, i buy shoes, and maybe a hoodie.
Tuesday, I'm in Kelowna.
Therein begins stage 4 of the life of simon.
The pain, dissatisfaction and anxiety are not going to stop until death. Life is suffering, life is unabtainable goals. Life is chasing the rainbow, and as long as you're alive, you're never going to make it there. And that's the way it should be.
I think the real secret to life, if there is one, is to feel worthy of our suffering. Let your sadness carve deeper and deeper in you, and remain hopeful and optimistic that the wells inside you will soon be pools of joy.
And another thing, for the love of god, do not be ashamed of your joy. Surely we were created to feel all of what is pleasurable. And surely, we are capable of doing so.
So lets get out there and laugh and cry; and smile when we scrape our knees.
Here i am.
Alive at last.
And i'll savour every moment of this.
My good friend dave is hosting a coffee house. And at this coffee house, i plan to play some original material. This will be my first time playing original music in public. And i am drenched with anticipation.
I should note that i dont have any of this original material done. I have riffs here and there, the occasional lyric and melody, but no completed song. The completed song has been my rising mountain top, the sunlight i've been climbing towards. And while i've been consistantly noting improvements in my abilities, it seems like my hightening abilities push the bounds of my intentions that much farther. Chasing blue.
Chasing blue.