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Beautiful Day

It was a beautiful day yesterday. The type of day in which one would get in their car and drive for hours without any destination or hesitation. The type of day that would lead one somewhere they would never have gone before and possibly end up in a strange place with no idea how they got there. I drove around on this beautiful day in my little VW convertible with the top down. The car isn’t much to look at, but it’s so much fun to drive because it’s a standard. The power behind driving a standard can only be felt by people who love driving a standard. Running through the gears….controlling how the caramels is exhilarating. With the top down on days like this, it’s perfect.

Things have fallen off the car such as, tail lights, the the front and back VW emblem’s, The interior leather panels and sometimes the trunk won’t pop open, but only the tail lights have been replaced. The back is covered with stickers, someone worn from the weather….others still in pristine condition. All the tires had to of been replaced at one time or another with used tires, as I do not see the need to purchase brand new tires because a used tire is just as good and cheaper. Most of the time the guys at the place I go to don’t even charge me so I just give them a tip …a very large tip because it restores my faith in the fact that they are still good people out in this world. There is one missing hubcap in which I would explain, but it is not relevant to what I am speaking of now. Most importantly, is mechanically sound and it is paid for.

The stereo is broken so I use a Bluetooth speaker with my iTunes on my phone and I listen to music in traffic. When I listen to music I REALLY listen to it. Everyone says they love music. Music has the ability to transcend time and space. It makes you laugh and it makes you cry. It can make you angry or it can make you serene. Today it made me serene. I needed serenity this morning. I needed much more than serenity.

When I speak of listening to music, I mean listening with such an intent that you have no idea what else is going on around you. You cannot hear anyone talking, You cannot hear the cars driving bye…..you can slightly hear the wind blow if you try, but you shouldn’t try to. If you are really listening to the lyrics, the message, the bass line, the drums, the bongos, the combination of everything and how it come together in such harmony…. when you hear something that is so spectacular that he takes you to another level of consciousness…. that is true genius.

I’ve always wanted to go to Jim Morrison’s grave. It’s on my list of things to do before I die. I suppose everyone has a list like this of some sort, but mine has reasoning and intent behind each and every item on that list. Years ago when I told my significant other at the time that I wanted to go there, I also said I wanted to go alone. He was very angry and confused. I tried to explain to him I did not think you could possibly appreciate the experience as much as I would. He just could not understand that and inevitably I had to lie and say we would go together… knowing I would never do that.

This ties into the idea of how much I love to be alone. I love to go to the beach by myself, drive up and down A1A for miles in each direction and just come back home. I have music and time right now and I’m using all of it to the best of my ability….making the most of all of it. One of the best days I had was with my 10-year-old in traffic. He seemed to be a little down that day, but wouldn’t say why. I didn’t push him but instead, I put on run DMC’s, It’s Tricky. My introverted, sweet little boy knew every single word to that song. I had no idea. Sometimes he is an enigma to me because he is so introverted. But on this day we sat in traffic and drove and listened to that song over and over again……singing all the words together and it was beautiful.

Here is the point that I am trying to convey in a very roundabout way:

There is a lot huge difference between being alone and being lonely. I am not lonely at all, but I do love being alone. I love to be alone with my own thoughts, writings, music, children….Anything one would require a friend or significant other to be with to do, I will do alone with ease and without hesitation. It doesn’t bother me to eat in a restaurant alone. I don’t need someone to go out to see a band at a bar alone…..And I will see Jim Morrison’s grave in the next year or so, alone. It is not lonely when you love what you are doing by yourself. Because in the end you will never be happy with anyone else until you are happy being alone.

Quote of the Day

“Cuz’ I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it, sex in the air I don’t care I love the smell of it…….

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me.”

~ Rhianna, S & M

True Genius Speaks for Itself…

Best Music Quotes

For a friend….

“I believe that singing is the key to a long life, a good figure, stable temperament, Increased intelligence, new friends, super self-confidence, heightened sexual attractiveness, and a better sense of humor.”

~ Brian Eno

Just Holding on for Tonight

I absolutely love Chandelier by Sia. First and foremost, her vocals are opera-like with her ability to hit notes only dogs should be able to hear and holding them for eternity, as if her words were above me inside a cartoon like bubble.

Secondly, the story is exactly how I felt in my early to late twenties. Watch & most importantly….Listen:

https://youtu.be/2vjPBrBU-TM

She manages to say so much in just a few verses. Her voice is truthful…from personal experience. The best music and writing is. The music itself is beautiful and sensual…yet lonely and sorrowful.

Here is my question….why is acceptable for famous people to write a song about something extremely personal to them and put it all out there, but it’s not okay for someone like myself to be truthful about the same subject?

Is it because I am not famous? Is it boring when a regular, everyday person expresses the same feelings or experiences?

I think it is honest and refreshing for a person who is not in the limelight to write or talk about a something everyone else is only thinking about. Just as I stated in previous writings, no it’s not for everyone. But it is for me…I write from personal experience or inspired by someone else’s. I don’t use names, dates or locations….that is not who I am. Plus, I have so much I have written that I will never publish….and most people will never even know I wrote about an experience I had with them. It’s for my own personal use. I love to write…for myself. Some subjects are too personal and I will never share them…it’s my secret to keep.

People who do not read and write regularly will never get it. I have had only two people question why I don’t talk about my book….not even the title. They also do not understand why write about anything that no one will ever see.

Well, by that logic why do we feel the need to clean our homes as if Martha Stewart may be stopping by? No one will ever see it, right? I mean, I like a clean house, but if I’m not going to be home and no one is coming over, what’s the point?

Sia’s post-chorus states:

“But I’m holding on for dear life

Won’t look down, won’t open my eyes

Keep my glass full until morning light

Cause I’m just holding on for tonight”

No one has ever felt that way? I know I have. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away… damn, I wrote that in a previous blog. Repetition is creativity’s nemesis.

Her pre-chorus:

“1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

Throw ’em back ’til I lose count”

Yep…got that down pat back in the day…and maybe I will someday in the future, but I certainly do not want nor intend to. I don’t need alcohol to make myself feel worse on any given substandard day.

In fact, I don’t need liquid courage like I used to. I guess that comes with age and being comfortable and confident in my own skin.

Well, I think I have worn out my welcome at Starbucks. I needed the internet…and coffee. There is a lot a writing going on in here. I truly hope none of it is inspired by Starbucks….or coffee for that matter. Because if you throw back coffee like I used used to throw back drinks…everyone in here will have a huge problem holding on to anything.

inside

Lonely

Tones and Tinkles and Twinkles vibrated and she heard the most stunning combination of hurt and sorrow and grief and longing and wanting and craving and feverish aching….so hard to concentrate on anything else but tiny nuances and shades of splendor that were adored by so many, yet unappreciated by enough to feel badly…..and she felt alone in a crowded room of friends and family with no familiarity to accompany the wounded soul blackened and scorched from years of asking inside……

why?

how?

was it ever possible to be as superficial as the people surrounding her every single grueling day….days that even the warmest sun had dark clouds engulfing her mind and body and soul. and all that she thought meant nothing and all she yearned for was mistaken for fleeting thoughts of her scattered brain and unfinished projects and fresh schemes, as she never spoke of the meaning of emotion that burst from all the stories and art and music and picture and movies…..

because she knew in the pits of where no one ever lets anyone in…in the deepest abyss that no one ever sees …in minuscule crevices that no one knows exist because she knows no one would have the same infatuation and anticipation for these things she loves so….. she hides….

and because she does hide….in the open….where everyone may see the joy of a day, but never the nightmarish loneliness she feels every evening and late, late night that keeps her awake with sorrow and hatred for all who surround her and care for her and love her and yet no one really knows her soul…and no one ever knows the pain and longing for connections had for fleeting moments in time….that will never be once again….that will never compare to today….

the brightest, sunniest day there ever could be…. starts all over again.

Quote of The Day

“There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we’d all love one another.”

 -Frank Zappa

http://www.ducksdeluxe.com/quotes.html

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