Music

It never struck me until recently..
It is possible that there is nothing more beautiful than music. 

Of course I think this never really occurred to me before because I never really felt the music I used to listen to... I just thought that it is music no big deal. You listen to it, you dance to it, but in the end the song is over right?

Wrong.

Every person needs to have music in their lives. It is incredibly lonely, and sad without it. I can't believe some people can actually carry on their lives without it.

The thing that really amazes me about music that I never realized is that each song is a feeling, an experience, or something unique to the person who plays or sings it, and when they do so there is a direct connection between you and them because the feeling that the music is giving you is the feeling that the person is feeling while they are performing. That is why I think live music gives an even greater impact. Seeing a show and watching that person go up on stage and take the audience on a journey. You are taken through that persons vibrations and you feel what they are feeling. The sense is euphoria.

The music IS that person, it IS their vibes and it's truly chilling some feelings that music can give you. I know that if i'm ever having a bad day, I put on that one song... and its incredible. The music does what no one could do, it literally lifts your soul and floats you around on its melody. 

I love to share these types of songs with people. The songs that feel so good all you can think is oh my god, some one else HAS to know about this, they HAVE to feel this.

Sometimes I think about what it must be like to be a preforming musician. And sometimes I like to think about what a concert actually is. You know, it's all these people who have all this stuff going on in their lives and they come to this one place to see this one person or group of people and to just leave everything and escape and have a pleasurable time. And it's up to this musician or musicians to deliver that relief. 


And if you've got someone who really feels it who can really get it started, you enter their groove and the other people around you enter the groove and everyone is there collectively grooving together in sync and I just think that there is nothing more beautiful than that collective mind. 


I'm getting the chills just thinking about it right now.


Music can fix anything in your life that is emotional. It can get you through the tough times and it makes the best of times even better.


Music makes our lives go round. And sometimes I listen to music with my headphones on and i'm walking down the street and that music is the soundtrack to my life. It is how I feel, it depicts my life as it is in that moment and the satisfaction it produces is grandiose and people just take it for granted. I know I used to be one of them.

But we can't. Every note is worth appreciating. Every note is part of the person playing it and because of songs and recording all of those feelings poured out in the one song that will never come out the same way again is preserved forever so the magic can be revisited when you need it. It is pure, untouchable, incorruptible spirit.


So until next time, listen to the beauty of another with your mind, body and spirit.

ehifioehf--i got nothin

Why is it that the moment I go to blog all thoughts leave my head? That really irritates me you know? I'll be like driving along or walking along depending on where I am and i'll  have these thought processes that are long and exquisite and they're really rad and then the minute I sit down to remember and write any of them BOOM they're gone. 


So then I sit here and I stare at this blank page and go "Fuck. I have nothing to write." And that sucks because it's bad enough people don't read my blog as it is, now I can't blame them because I literally have nothing to say.  And then I think wow man, thats sad, how could I not have anything to say? Really Nothing? Yep.. still nothing.. and so I look around my desk where my laptop sits and try to conjure up ideas, which results in... 

Failed Ideas:

- too much of a good thing can be a bad thing... like who hasn't heard that before.

- everything happens for a reason-- while true, is too cliche.

-victorias secret fashion show ticket- while noteworthy.. nahh

-rejected textbook.. snoozefest 
-candles, flowers, colors... AHHHH


So here I sit and I'm mad at my brain for squirreling away all my good ideas for times that I can't write them down! LA LA LA...Still nothing.

And my computer keeps messing these fonts around on me and that's also irritating. Wow and you know what? If you are still reading up to this point then you must really be a good friend because if I was you I probably would have left by now since all I've said with all these characters is absolutely nothing over and over again..


And then AHA! a thought... just as I was giving up hope.. of my friend Cody.. whose birthday is tomorrow.. Happy Birthday Cody.. if you're reading this.. which you probably aren't but anyhow, we had a real interesting conversation recently about language and its lack of life. Like all these little characters like this t that I'm typing or that y and how language is just a tool of society, which we use to try and realize our reality.. which is a really confusing concept in itself and he knows cause I'm pretty sure we were confusing the hell out of each other and then all that reminded me of this film (and i'm going to say film cause it sounds more cultured and this is in fact a documentary) called "Waking Life" by Richard Linklater and there's a part in the movie where a women talks about language and how it is dead. 

She says something to the effect of.. We were isolated so we as man created language as a way to transcend our isolation and so it started out as sounds like way back when if you wanted to warn someone "saber tooth tiger behind you!" we came up with a sound for that.. and so on and so on and so we have this modern language or that's what it claims to be but it fails in a way because 1 word will not have the same meaning for 2 different people unless they shared the meaning of that word together.. do you follow? So I can say LOVE and your mind reacts and goes through memories of "love" and "lack of love" and you say that you understand, but how can I know you understand because the truth is that our experiences of the word are different. 


So you know what? I say fuck this language shit. People shouldn't be allowed to talk anymore you know why? Cause if we weren't allowed to talk a lot of our other senses would get stronger and instead people could read on VIBES because vibes are real and they can't lie the way that I can with these words that come out of my mouth. You dig? So why don't we all just start being silent.. we're probably get less annoyed with peoples lack of intellect too.


It's not going to catch on is it? 


Yeah.. I didn't think so.. Oh well At least I had a thought cause that's what all this was about! hahaha


Until next time.. GIVE ME SOME IDEAS YOU PEOPLE WHO READ ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE GOD DAMNIT!! (Truly love you for it though.. really)

Nostalgia

I love to remember good memories. There are few times when a human being can truly feel high, and no I don't mean drugs this time, but high as in a higher level of consciousness, and I think that feeling can often be found locked into the memories you may consider as your best. 


I don't know what it is, but anytime I replay a meaningful event in my life, a pleasant one of course, this feeling of contentment just overwhelms me. 


Aha! Something has just occurred to me. Someone once told me "Our lives pass in a blink of an eye, and it should always be the good memories we dwell on and not the bad" While that has always made sense, it makes even more sense now. Why is it that people would rather make themselves miserable over and over by remembering what happened that was so bad. It is much more satisfying to think about the moments when you were the happiest. Not only does it feel better, but I think it could also give great insight about what really makes you happy. Sometimes the memory doesn't even have to be a person. It can be a sight, a song, a scent. All of these things can be so perplexingly beautiful.


Memories also hold a special kind of power in the fact that they allow us to revisit our pasts and reveal to us who we once were, while showing us who we have become. They are like photographs only better because they hold that unquestionable feeling of experience to which all others forms of understanding are incompetent- hence the saying "I guess you had to be there"


My goal I think is that the next time I get upset about something, I am going to think about sometime where I was happy instead, and I will let that feeling of content fill me rather than let the negative feeling rip me apart.


Until next time, remember all that is good.

I don't know

So it's been quite awhile since my last entry.. I guess that's what a break can do to you. 


Anyway this time I want to talk about decisions that ultimately lead you where you eventually end up. You see one day I'm driving on that one road that I know so incredibly well, so well in fact that i could probably drive it with my eyes closed, and it is an unbelievably gorgeous day, the sun is high and the sky is blue and then that amazing feeling comes over me. You know the feeling I'm talking about. It's that feeling you get when everything is going your way, or that feeling you get listening to that one song that is so meaningful to you. It is incomparable to anything except for maybe a drug... and just then a thought slips into my mind. That thought being "Am I making the right choices in life?" 


Now, I don't mean good choices as in stay away from the bad people, and study hard and work hard but I mean choices like did I make the right choice for colleges? Is this going to take me where I eventually want to be? It's a scary feeling... the unknown. I mean one could make himself sick going over it again and again in his mind. 


Well I guess I don't know. Maybe you just have to go with your gut. I hope I've made a wise decision. 


It's also a funny thing that sometimes the thing you think you want most in life turns out to be no where near what you end up wanting. It just takes time living what you thought you wanted just to find out it really doesn't make you any happier. 


I'm starting to think that it really is the simple things in life that make you happy and it's not material at all. It's so funny how backwards a view can be until you finally begin to see clearly. And I mean really SEE. Sometimes I feel that people in general look and they say they see but do they really SEE? See the truth that is. A situation or a person for what or who it really is? I'm not sure. I think our world needs to pay better attention. We all need to OPEN our eyes and really see what this life is and then we can ask ourselves. Is this the right choice? Is this really what I want? And ultimately, am I happy?


Until next time.. are you happy?