Saturday, February 27, 2010

Dashboard

There was a time when I really hated this band, but now according to my Last.fm page, I listen to them the most. I'll keep it pretty short because people don't like reading long things, but if you are a music fan pick up (yes buy them you filthy downloaders) these two albums, they are phenomenal, and definitely some of my favorites of all-time.





Sunday, February 21, 2010

So long, so long.

Dear Black Squier Stratocaster, it was good seeing you today, it's been quite some time. Forgive me for making you to sit in the corner of my room to collect layer upon layer of dust. Remember when we first met? It was December of 2004, I was 15 years old, it was a few days before Christmas. I wanted you so bad, a lot of my friends had others like you. They were so cool, playing all those songs consisting of 99% power chords, I couldn't wait to finally play Smells Like Teen Spirit on my OWN guitar!

You know how impatient I am, I didn't even wait until Christmas to open that Squier Strat pack with you and that tiny 15G practice amp. You even came with a strap and a tuner!

We spent every day of the Christmas break together, we finally mastered the whole American Idiot album (not the hard songs of course) by the time school came back. I couldn't wait to come home, search my favorite songs (they had to be easy though) on MXtabs and play until my hands hurt.

Remember when I carried you to my friend's house to "jam" but we just ended up doing nothing? Whatever, that was still fun, walking there with you on the special bag on my back, amp in my hand. We always passed girls on the way, and yes I'm sure they were thinking the same thing we thought: "Wow, he plays the guitar, he must be so cool!".

Hell, remember when we started going over that girl's house to teach her how to play? I pretended like I was an expert and she totally bought it, she even started coming over to my house! You were so awesome.

But then we started growing apart...

I stopped playing you every day, learning new, more difficult songs wasn't as fun anymore. I started buying you things, maybe that would help us become close again? In the short term, it did kind of work, remember how much fun we had with that distortion pedal?

But eventually, we started to grow apart again. Days of inactivity turned into months, years, you were forgotten.

I know you were jealous when I spent about three months pay on that new, young and sexy Epiphone Hummingbird acoustic. I don't blame you, She is beautiful looking. Perfect headstock, shiny fret markers, and that pick guard...to die for. Hell, she's not even from around here, I had to order her from Tennesse because they don't have the ebony ones up here. And of course, the sound that comes out of her is incredible.

Today is a very lazy, boring Sunday afternoon and I saw you there in the corner, lonely and unappreciated. I decided to dust you off and see if we could start over. I wiped all that dust off you, tuned you, and plugged you into that old amp via distortion pedal.

You sound terrible, the pedal doesn't even hide the fact that you were built as a cheap alternative for people just wanting to get into playing. I had to put you down, and pack everything back up again, I'd heard enough.

I'm sorry it couldn't work out, I guess this is goodbye. I will continue to see her because...well...she doesn't suck, I don't think she ever will.

Thanks for all the memories, I'd be more than willing to give you another chance to redeem yourself, but it won't be with me. Maybe some day someone else will see something in you, and buy you from me. But for now, you're going back to that familiar dusty corner of my room.

Goodbye.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Dreams - J. Cole

Seems like I always had crushes on chicks I couldn't have
And then I end up fucking with someone I shouldn't have
See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her
But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her
But still somehow she got my mind infatuated
Absolutely fascinated with the thoughts of what she might be like
Time after time after time I had to wait,
Is fate procrastinating?
I can take it 'cause I might be right, 'cause it's

The girl of my dreams
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?

Oh shit, she passed me on the boulevard
Ay, tell me is it stalking if I follow her all the way home without her knowing
Nah, nigga, I'm just curious where she stay at
Besides when I'm with her, this gon' be the spot we lay at
And maybe I'll just drive by occasionally
And if one day I happen to see her outside, she wave to me,
Imagine what she'll say to me: this ain't no time to be afraid no more
It's time for bravery
No matter if my homies think I'm crazy, it's

The girl of my dreams
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?

Look, I spot her walking in the mall,
Okay, it's time to grow some balls if she really gon' be yours
Oh my god, I'm walking towards her
My mind screaming stop, but my legs keep walking forward
Straighten up your face, nigga, she see you coming for her
My heartbeat racing, and my hands keep shaking
Say something, you shy motherfucker, she's waiting,
"Wassup girl, don't mean to interrupt
But in the city I done met a lot of women
But you from my dreams, ay will you come true?
I know about a show that we can catch, some R&B and rap, ay you should come through"
She said, "uh, I love to, except I don't like rap
Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would like that"
Okay, you say you got a man, I mean, I definitely understand,
I'm happy for you, really am, I couldn't have been the only fan
In the world Of a girl like you
I mean, you're beautiful, and I'm sure he's a very nice dude
It ain't no biggie, well I'm sure that I'm gon' see you around the city
Only thing I ask if shit don't work out for y'all, then don't forget me
And don't act like a stranger when you see me on the scene
I came up with a world-class scheme to get

The girl of my dreams
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?

So I find out the nigga name, know exactly where he stayin'
Find out when he leave for work, hold up nigga, is you sane?
Imma follow in my car; Imma cut in front of his
Run him right into the wall, maybe even off the bridge
I give her a little time, then console her while she crying
She gon' take that as a sign; finally she will be mine
I'll be king, and she'll be queen when I hit her with ring
At the wedding, who gon' sing?

The girl of my dreams
Ay, is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lying to myself?
Ay, should I try and get some help?

Friday, February 12, 2010

Monday, February 1, 2010

Best Valentines Day Gift...EVER



Chocolate, jewelry, corny sentimental gifts...

Your reign of terror is over.