I haven't posted in awhile, which is due to the unbelievably active life that I am living at the moment. Anyways I just wanted to put some great songs that I have been listening to and I think that everyone should listen to.
First Werewolf by CocoRosie...this song is pretty sick and uber weird at times
Second Never Gonna Give You Up by The Black Keys...this is one of the best albums I have listened to in a long time. They have a great sound!
Thirdly Cloudy Shoes by Damien Jurado... Awesome acoustic version of this song. Anything on KEXP is going to blow your mind.
Fourthly... You're are the one that I want by Angus and Julia. I am a lover of a cover and this is one of the better ones I have heard.
And finally Ghosting by Freelance Whales... If you are a fan of Sufjan Stevens then you will love these guys
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
The Missing Jacket
The story of "The Missing Jacket" starts a few months ago while visiting my now ex-girlfriend. Being the annoyingly forgetful person I am, my jacket has been living in the back seat of a Ford POS for the past two months. With break ups comes the returning of all the possessions that have accumulated in the others rooms, cars, bathrooms, or wherever those awful things hide just so they can be found one day in order to bring back forgotten memories.
It has been around a month since all of her things have been mailed back and forgotten about, but the jacket still remains to be seen. At this point the jacket has taken on new meaning, filled with "what if's." What if she gave it to a new guy on a cold day when he forgot his jacket, and he hasn't given it back? What if she won't send it back because she is holding on to the last thing that connects us? What if I am so far out of her mind that the jacket doesn't really even matter anymore? Even with my multiple requests for it back it still has not shown up on my doorstep. Recently I toy with they idea of not even wanting it back, letting go of it and her completely. The thought of it showing up with some letter saying anything about her and her new life without me seems to really affect me. Or what if there is no letter, just a jacket. I wrote a letter, was that a bad idea? Will I look like a fool if she doesn't send one.
This all should be coming to a mute ending in the next few days. But the calls and texts that brought it all up again were far from drab for me. With little investigation or questioning I fell on the conclusion that she was away at the beach with her new guy. When lies could have been told to protect me she felt it would be a better choice to just quickly tell me it was none of my business anymore who she was with. She is right and I admitted that. But damn it, it sucks and it is all because of that stupid jacket.
While this past hour has been been a flurry of emotions, anxiety, sadness, anger, I think the most important feeling I had was revelation that it is time to get over this. Time to stop feeling sad for myself and forget about it. Statistically its practically impossible for us to find our soul mates and break ups are inevitable. So when that jacket shows up (which hopefully it does) I will open it and open a new part in my life. Maybe without someone at first but at least I'll be letting go of the last person.
The jacket can be seen here in front of Buckingham Palace, It is the black and grey checkered one to the left of Andrew Cox holding up the stuffed Ernie the Eagle
Here is also a great song I have been listening to as much as possible
It has been around a month since all of her things have been mailed back and forgotten about, but the jacket still remains to be seen. At this point the jacket has taken on new meaning, filled with "what if's." What if she gave it to a new guy on a cold day when he forgot his jacket, and he hasn't given it back? What if she won't send it back because she is holding on to the last thing that connects us? What if I am so far out of her mind that the jacket doesn't really even matter anymore? Even with my multiple requests for it back it still has not shown up on my doorstep. Recently I toy with they idea of not even wanting it back, letting go of it and her completely. The thought of it showing up with some letter saying anything about her and her new life without me seems to really affect me. Or what if there is no letter, just a jacket. I wrote a letter, was that a bad idea? Will I look like a fool if she doesn't send one.
This all should be coming to a mute ending in the next few days. But the calls and texts that brought it all up again were far from drab for me. With little investigation or questioning I fell on the conclusion that she was away at the beach with her new guy. When lies could have been told to protect me she felt it would be a better choice to just quickly tell me it was none of my business anymore who she was with. She is right and I admitted that. But damn it, it sucks and it is all because of that stupid jacket.
While this past hour has been been a flurry of emotions, anxiety, sadness, anger, I think the most important feeling I had was revelation that it is time to get over this. Time to stop feeling sad for myself and forget about it. Statistically its practically impossible for us to find our soul mates and break ups are inevitable. So when that jacket shows up (which hopefully it does) I will open it and open a new part in my life. Maybe without someone at first but at least I'll be letting go of the last person.
The jacket can be seen here in front of Buckingham Palace, It is the black and grey checkered one to the left of Andrew Cox holding up the stuffed Ernie the Eagle
Here is also a great song I have been listening to as much as possible
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Hanging With Friends
Last night I spent most of my night just hang around my friend Megan's apartment. After watching the amazing lives of those on Real World our friend Andy finally made it over and gave us some worthy entertainment. A few beers too deep, Andy has the habit of being unusually funny and blunt when he is tipsy. Our conversation varied from girls and guys, to job interviews.
Andy, Megan, and I have been pretty much best friends since 8th grade. Although we have had a our spouts of not speaking, it seems so easy for all of us to get together and still be as close as we ever have been. Its extremely refreshing to have friends that are so genuine and supportive. As I was driving home I realized that times like last night are often my favorite nights, even if they don't have some ridiculously memorable event. Nights like that make living in a lackluster town of Roanoke much more bearable, especially when two of us (Andy and I) are going through major break ups.
At this point in our three lives we all are looking to the future more and more, wondering what jobs or graduate school is going to bring us. Where we will be living or doing or who we will be seeing. Nights like last night sometimes make you remember that the present isn't always that bad.
This is our last picture ever taken of the three of us (megan and I are 18 and is 19)
Andy, Megan, and I have been pretty much best friends since 8th grade. Although we have had a our spouts of not speaking, it seems so easy for all of us to get together and still be as close as we ever have been. Its extremely refreshing to have friends that are so genuine and supportive. As I was driving home I realized that times like last night are often my favorite nights, even if they don't have some ridiculously memorable event. Nights like that make living in a lackluster town of Roanoke much more bearable, especially when two of us (Andy and I) are going through major break ups.
At this point in our three lives we all are looking to the future more and more, wondering what jobs or graduate school is going to bring us. Where we will be living or doing or who we will be seeing. Nights like last night sometimes make you remember that the present isn't always that bad.
This is our last picture ever taken of the three of us (megan and I are 18 and is 19)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
First blog
This is my first blog EVER!!! I guess I will just start with a quick overview about myself....I'm a 23 year old recent graduate of Bridgewater College. I love music, art, food, great beer, going out for drinks and working out. As of now I have no idea where this blog will go or what will be the main subject, besides how awesomely boring life in Roanoke, VA is post graduation.
I was thinking that for the first blog I would just post a few bands that I have been listening to recently. For the unbelievable amount of followers I have amassed so far, bare with my technological difficulties and horrific english.
Unbunny-Winning Streak
Lyrically Unbunny makes the listener really question if a winning streak is really worth the trouble
Phantogram- You are the Ocean
This duo mixes awesome lyrics depicting the struggles of addiction with a hypnotizing electric feel
I was thinking that for the first blog I would just post a few bands that I have been listening to recently. For the unbelievable amount of followers I have amassed so far, bare with my technological difficulties and horrific english.
Unbunny-Winning Streak
Lyrically Unbunny makes the listener really question if a winning streak is really worth the trouble
Phantogram- You are the Ocean
This duo mixes awesome lyrics depicting the struggles of addiction with a hypnotizing electric feel
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