I've got a bit of a cold.
I'm fighting it with everything I've got. Good food, chemical warfare, and lots of rest.
But it is Friday today. Beer is good for colds, right?
Good for Friday anyway. Good for me.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
:: Times
No one need ever know.
Remember playing NHL '94? Listening to the best tunes I could scrounge up. Headphone direct only. By the third period the volume was maxed. I would even hold my headphones tighter to my head now and then to hear it louder. It made me feel so much. And the feelings were right and obvious. The solution simple. Score 30 goals, 100 body checks, and a broken crowd meter.
Man, what times.
Remember playing NHL '94? Listening to the best tunes I could scrounge up. Headphone direct only. By the third period the volume was maxed. I would even hold my headphones tighter to my head now and then to hear it louder. It made me feel so much. And the feelings were right and obvious. The solution simple. Score 30 goals, 100 body checks, and a broken crowd meter.
Man, what times.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
:: Moving On
...and on and on...
I didn't know what to do. So I walked fast and hard and listened loud.
Me and Chant play a game of drinking scrabble.
My words.
Chant's.
A small castle I recently worked in.
Some great stuff in here but overall I found it lacking.
Wonderful basement and garage.
I didn't know what to do. So I walked fast and hard and listened loud.
Me and Chant play a game of drinking scrabble.
My words.
Chant's.
A small castle I recently worked in.
Some great stuff in here but overall I found it lacking.
Wonderful basement and garage.
Friday, March 6, 2009
:: Trust
Timing is important, of course, with trust. I need to trust music more. This is my point. The right music at the the right time. A whole night at the bar is usually summed up with the music I listen to on the way home. A 1 or two song trip unless I walk around the block a few times to hear more.
Which recalls a night I was propositioned to go out to a more "happening" bar down the road for dancing and shots with a few ladies. They didn't understand that dancing to shit tunes in a hole didn't sound like fun. When I said no they immediately asked what I had better to do. Walk around and listen to music. That's all I said. And after a regualr night I did just that.
The walk I had made me smile so wide. I wished I could have shared it with someone. Though I think if I had asked them they would have felt the same about my idea as I felt about theirs. That's cool. It would have only been good if they trusted me and I them.
Just trust music.
Which recalls a night I was propositioned to go out to a more "happening" bar down the road for dancing and shots with a few ladies. They didn't understand that dancing to shit tunes in a hole didn't sound like fun. When I said no they immediately asked what I had better to do. Walk around and listen to music. That's all I said. And after a regualr night I did just that.
The walk I had made me smile so wide. I wished I could have shared it with someone. Though I think if I had asked them they would have felt the same about my idea as I felt about theirs. That's cool. It would have only been good if they trusted me and I them.
Just trust music.
Monday, March 2, 2009
:: Woof
Leaving Flames game. People suck... and are short.
Joe catches me.
Dude in background is stoked. Other dude in bg catches me.
I catch Venus. Joe didn't believe me. A whole planet. Moon's friend.I think I've lost all hope. I don't think I want to remember this year. It's actually good I've realized so soon. Time to live by the budget, the bike, and the bottle. Two thousand and nine? More like two thousand and wine. My thoughts will go blurred and my words slurred. Lungs bleeding, legs conceding.
Mr. Chainsaw & Hit The Switch. These songs will get me through just fine. Again and again.
Everyday ends
Ride as hard as possible
Drink and ride again
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