Train

I wish he would stop calling me.

I've been listening to a lot of Mychael Danna lately. He's a modern composer. Absolutely amazing. It's the kind of music that just gets me thinking. You know? The kind that tugs on your heart strings. Very moving. The kind of music you can just drive to and zone out the world.

And I'm pretty sure I'm okay with being zoned out this world lately.

i miss my dad a lot today.

go-away-ghosts

Cause this shit is not about pants and this shit is not about shirts and this shit is definitely not about hair. this shit is about having a good fucking time. maybe music isn't dead, maybe we all just forgot what it fucking sounded like.

That quote applies quite strangely in many different ways to me at the present time. It's more personal than anything and it doesnt really have anything to do much with music, but more with life in general. Maybe I'm just forgetting what is fucking sounds like.

700 miles is to far. That town is to fucking far...I've lived in Utah for about half a year now and I feel like that Klamath in haunting me. I think God, if he's up there, is telling me something.


It's time to cut the cord.

...all the cords.

deer-phobia

hello, i'm neurotic. creating problems that don't exist. don't believe me when i say everything's alright. let's go to my house, we'll put the sheets up over our heads, forget all reasons to go outside. beats pulse, they're automatic. locked inside of my house, with the television on, i'm fine.

Why am I feeling so obligated?
Why did everything suddenly change?
Why do I feel like a stranger in my own head?