Kickdown

March 8th (2009)

I will still post any lengthy thoughts here, but check here for more regular, random thoughts.

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November 9th.

At this point, I don't plan on having lyrics with my music. To actually quote myself, "Everything original has probably been said or done at some point in time already." From my perspective, most of the great lyrics have been laid down already. What would I possibly have to say to that the likes of John Lennon, Isaac Brock, or David Byrne didn't? More than likely I'd just be re-hashing things they've already said, and since I'm already most likely unconsciously stealing guitar riffs from them, I see no need to take any more. Aside from that, I'm not that creative of a person, at least from a blank slate point of view. So that is why you'll only hear pre-recorded soundbytes and quotes sprinkled throughout my haphazard songs.

October 13th.

So I started learning how to play the guitar about a year ago. Part of the point was to give myself something to do once my body couldn't handle skating anymore. Or just to have something to do that didn't require depending on the weather, or anything else. And I suppose because I just love music. But as with anything, I find that I want something concrete, some sort of evidence of my past, out of it. Which means I want to write and record songs, have a band, be a part of creating something, etc. Trouble is, in my head, I'm frightened that by the time I become a fairly proficient musician, I'll be too old to enjoy it or to be taken seriously as a musician of the type of music I want to create. Such a double standard; I took up playing guitar as something to occupy my time that I could learn at my leisure. Yet right away I want to be able to play well and write and record songs. It is indeed frustrating. I've noticed that most of my favorite musicians all made (what I consider) their best music in their twenties, and their later stuff isn't as good. Well, I'm a year (or two technically) past my twenties now. One thing I can't stand are those middle aged pub rock bands comprised of old guys still trying to rock out. I don't want to be perceived as that. I mean, honestly, no offense, they are probably doing what they love to do and are enjoying it, and I'm no one to judge another person's taste at all. The whole aging hipster thing, though. I guess it comes with realizing you're getting old. That's why I intend to play jazz type music after a certain age. Good thing I thought of it, and started on that path now, cause that shit's hard to play. At least that's what I've heard.

Sept 3rd.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't even fucking make macaroni and cheese to save my life.

September 1st. (again)
Don't get me wrong here. I really dig today's casual fashion. The more fitted look works well for everyone involved. But once and a while, I sort of miss that mid to late 90's alterna fashion. That super plain, unfitted t-shirt, jeans, and skate shoe combo (back before everyone wore skate shoes and you could pick out people's personalities by their shoes) that my crew rocked. It seeems to me like it was way less work to look good. Does that make sense?

September 1st.
I'm a sucker for a girl in low top Converse.

August 12th.
"Sometimes I get the feeling
that I won't be on this planet,
for very long.

I really like it here,
I'm quite attached to it,
I hope I'm wrong."

You ever get that feeling? I honestly want to live to 100, but once and a while it seems like I'll probably die young. Ever watch documentaries on people who've died where everyone elses talks about how they did everything they could and used every possible minute, and it sorta always felt like they didn't have a lot of time? I wonder if that's why I always feel rushed. Maybe a morbid theory. Those lyrics always come to mind when I get in that mood, though.

July 20th.
Surfing... I think I'm over it.