Archive for December, 2008

The Libertines

December 15, 2008 1 comment

I have to say a thing or two right now about the Libertines.

If you don’t know who they are get to know them. They are the most romantic and emotional band since Dylan wrote “Blowing in the Wind.” The Libertines put life and love into music form.

The Libertines are the best band of this millennium. They are the best band since Oasis. They piss on every band including the other two greatest bands Kings of Leon and the Strokes. The Libertines make them look like carnival kids trying to make music with blow pipes on the dirt floor with Dog-faced boy smoking hash in the back room. They move my heart in such a way that I can’t express. This is real music. Music was made to express the heart and they have constructed a perfect aortical sphere.

Here are some SHIT HOT video clips…

This is real music…


The Pit or the Pinnacle

December 14, 2008 Leave a comment

Well… this will forever be a day.

I may make a decision I should have made long ago or never made at all.

A natural understanding of myself must take place. A brief sight into things to come.

I may never be the same as I am…

The middle road is no longer…

“Ramble On”

December 8, 2008 Leave a comment

I really don’t know what I’m going to do in life now…

I have to give music a chance…and I was way stoked to move to Boise to play.

But now I fear that I won’t be able to find a good enough group of musicians to play with.

I know that everyone says you should just enjoy and play the music. But I know that I don’t have a good enough voice to take it to the level I want. My fear is that I won’t find a good enough voice to go with the music I feel in my heart.

I’m about to give up and go sleep in my parents basement for the next 5 years. Then I’ll be too old for people to judge me and I’ll be too old for people to tell me to get married and make something with my life.

I feel so much pressure from mostly myself. I listen to bands like Oasis, Kings of Leon, the Libertines and I wonder how I can ever write that good of music. And then you just wonder if people even like good music anymore…

I don’t really care if I get famous let me just say that. I really just want to be satisfied by the fact that I have made good enough music, I want to prove to myself that I can. But unless some people like it and I get to tour for a while I won’t feel good enough about it.

I don’t know why I’m so into music. I try not to compare myself with Bob Dylan, Lou Reed, or Neil Young, but I do. These guys are heads and shoulders above me. Every time I listen to “Like a Rolling Stone,” or “Beginning to See the Light,” I just flip.

How can I do this?

Part of me wants to move to LA or New York. But then I don’t know if that would really solve my problem…

I still barely have enough energy to keep fighting off my family and all their negativity towards my dream…

I won’t make it much longer friends… I won’t commit suicide don’t worry. But I’m going to commit life suicide, where I just shoot every dream I’ve ever had in the head execution style and go get a degree and a job, fall in line, and hate everyone around me and my own self for the rest of eternity…