A: It doesn't have to be perfect. Just spit it out. They're just lyrics.
S: "Just lyrics"?
A: Lyrics are important. They're just not as important as melody.
S: I really don't think you get it.
A: Oh. You look angry. Click your pen.
S: A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction.
A: I so get that.
S: But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magical.
-music and lyrics
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I would have an off button.
I wish I could say that I'm leaving with a light heart, lifted spirits, and a clear mind. But I can't. I hate that my mind is full of unnecessary, self-destructive bull horns. Gonna enjoy this opportunity to relax, revive, and simply come back full.
I hate myself for feeling like this. and still feeling.
Hawaii-here I come.
Peace out peach pits.
I
Monday, September 21, 2009
you will still love me-when im 64.
A closer look.
play this as you read....
I joined my parents on their nightly walk tonight. It was quite wonderful. I listened as they told me stories I've already heard a million + 1 times. I listened as they burst out in song randomly throughout the hour. I listened as their feet were perfectly synchronized with each other's.
At one point, my dad told us he was going to live until he was 180. My mom gasped as said, "why would you want to live til then? It's going to be so lonely without any of us here.." My dad then responded with a compromise, "Fine, 120." My mom responded with, "No, you can live until you are 88."
My dad is definitely the idealist.
My mom is more of a realist.
I def. inherited my dad's personality genes.
although, I'm realizing how dangerous it is to be an idealist.
but I have hope that I will not become as jaded as those around me.
...
At another point in the walk, I really felt like I was in a musical.
Mom asked my dad "should we walk this way?"
Dad: "Wherever you want...I will follow you..."
*que singing
Dad(singing): I will follow youuuuu
Mom joins in and harmonizes with my dad. This musical number lasts about 5 minutes.
I also inherited my parents' love of randomly busting out in song.
My dad then shamed me for being an American who has not watched Gone With the Wind. He told me to watch it tonight.
play this as you read....
I joined my parents on their nightly walk tonight. It was quite wonderful. I listened as they told me stories I've already heard a million + 1 times. I listened as they burst out in song randomly throughout the hour. I listened as their feet were perfectly synchronized with each other's.
At one point, my dad told us he was going to live until he was 180. My mom gasped as said, "why would you want to live til then? It's going to be so lonely without any of us here.." My dad then responded with a compromise, "Fine, 120." My mom responded with, "No, you can live until you are 88."
My dad is definitely the idealist.
My mom is more of a realist.
I def. inherited my dad's personality genes.
although, I'm realizing how dangerous it is to be an idealist.
but I have hope that I will not become as jaded as those around me.
...
At another point in the walk, I really felt like I was in a musical.
Mom asked my dad "should we walk this way?"
Dad: "Wherever you want...I will follow you..."
*que singing
Dad(singing): I will follow youuuuu
Mom joins in and harmonizes with my dad. This musical number lasts about 5 minutes.
I also inherited my parents' love of randomly busting out in song.
My dad then shamed me for being an American who has not watched Gone With the Wind. He told me to watch it tonight.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face,
well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.
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