Monday, December 26, 2005
Life in a Bag
God I feel like I’m trying to learn music through a zip lock bag sheltered from extremities of the outside world. There’s no one around to push me. There’s no one around to talk to. There’s no one trying to build this little band dream with me. There’s no energy then the air tight isolation of a metronome and some music reading books and tab. I feel so out of touch with this music thing. We all learned the English language as kids. Through years of cultivation we are up to par and have the ability to express ourselves with words. We know rules and we know when we are breakin’em. I mean come on I personally try to invent a new word to inject into just about every damn blog I write…and why not? Language is alive and changing just like any soul filled entity. Blog is a relatively new word to the world of our language. So everyday I can play showman with the landscape of words and verse and rhymes for my own little delight. In fact I write everyday. I’m not sure what my life would be without it. It’s odd how this site thing is a pretty good symbol for my life. I type away here thinking I’m doing something beautifully strong and meaningful. Then I hit the next button on my page and see people posting Christmas lists and getting 10 responses to the interesting insights they have given the world. Anywho, we all have probably forgot what struggles we went through to get to where we are in our abilities of using language as a form of expression. I’m sure my struggle we more gruelish then most because here I am again trying my rounds with this music shit. Now I have tangible evidence of how slow of a learner I am. I wish I had a hand a friend someone not bound to me by the bond of money to share this growing learning musical existence. I realize everyday that this zip lock bag is all this world has set aside for the gaudy dreams of mine. I guess I’m somehow going to take it before I leave it but god I wish I was in the position to make that decision right now. You know I just don’t get it yet. I just don’t get how to pick up that guitar and write. Everyday I come here to this blank white screen and fill it with black characters of meaning. I feel confident to take any little idea and twist it into a laid down thought of expression. Not that what I say is wonderful or insightful or grammatical or what the fuck ever…it’s just that I know I can do it. I can form my soul on the blank page through a fit of twiddling fingers and a little John Lennon playing in the background. I can turn my head and take a glance of my girl and then dance with my fingers more. I can…well I can just shut up…but not before one last bitching request to the forces somewhere outside this zip lock bag.
Hello Real World,
If you look at the ominously written expiration date on the zip lock bag you have placed me in…you’ll see that its contents ME are going to expire and spoil. So please get me out of here and let me join the ranks of the world outside of this isolation. I think it would be a shame if you let me waste.
Thanks,
Nick D
God I feel like I’m trying to learn music through a zip lock bag sheltered from extremities of the outside world. There’s no one around to push me. There’s no one around to talk to. There’s no one trying to build this little band dream with me. There’s no energy then the air tight isolation of a metronome and some music reading books and tab. I feel so out of touch with this music thing. We all learned the English language as kids. Through years of cultivation we are up to par and have the ability to express ourselves with words. We know rules and we know when we are breakin’em. I mean come on I personally try to invent a new word to inject into just about every damn blog I write…and why not? Language is alive and changing just like any soul filled entity. Blog is a relatively new word to the world of our language. So everyday I can play showman with the landscape of words and verse and rhymes for my own little delight. In fact I write everyday. I’m not sure what my life would be without it. It’s odd how this site thing is a pretty good symbol for my life. I type away here thinking I’m doing something beautifully strong and meaningful. Then I hit the next button on my page and see people posting Christmas lists and getting 10 responses to the interesting insights they have given the world. Anywho, we all have probably forgot what struggles we went through to get to where we are in our abilities of using language as a form of expression. I’m sure my struggle we more gruelish then most because here I am again trying my rounds with this music shit. Now I have tangible evidence of how slow of a learner I am. I wish I had a hand a friend someone not bound to me by the bond of money to share this growing learning musical existence. I realize everyday that this zip lock bag is all this world has set aside for the gaudy dreams of mine. I guess I’m somehow going to take it before I leave it but god I wish I was in the position to make that decision right now. You know I just don’t get it yet. I just don’t get how to pick up that guitar and write. Everyday I come here to this blank white screen and fill it with black characters of meaning. I feel confident to take any little idea and twist it into a laid down thought of expression. Not that what I say is wonderful or insightful or grammatical or what the fuck ever…it’s just that I know I can do it. I can form my soul on the blank page through a fit of twiddling fingers and a little John Lennon playing in the background. I can turn my head and take a glance of my girl and then dance with my fingers more. I can…well I can just shut up…but not before one last bitching request to the forces somewhere outside this zip lock bag.
Hello Real World,
If you look at the ominously written expiration date on the zip lock bag you have placed me in…you’ll see that its contents ME are going to expire and spoil. So please get me out of here and let me join the ranks of the world outside of this isolation. I think it would be a shame if you let me waste.
Thanks,
Nick D
# posted by Nick D @ 11:43 AM 
