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Showing posts with label new england. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new england. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
020711
What a horrible Super Bowl. Not because of the outcome, in fact that was the best part of the game. But by and large, it was a very average football game. The half time show was wretched and the commercials were sub-par. However, I haven't laughed this hard in a very long time. Paul and Dani helped me greatly as with the state of New Hampshire; proving the fact I most likely will never live outside of the northeast. Perhaps west coast or somewhere exotic, just not anywhere else in this country.
I forgot to pack something this weekend. That was a huge mistake on my part. That being said, these things helped me me the most-
- my grandfather's dog, Mia
- getting tipsy at the hotel with my family and playing music all night and telling stories
- biting my tongue and being civil with my grandfather's widow's family
- the Marines who attended and participated in the twenty-one gun salute. I regret not thanking them. I was just a wreck and wanted to look as brave as they did.
- the recent-ish photograph of my grandfather I stole
- allowing myself to drain my body of emotion because that was way more than crying
- a very honest photograph of Miley Cyrus where she looks like she's looking for something meaningful to fall into her plastic lap.
- a demo recording for a very very obscure soul label out of Columbus, Ohio. If I wrote soul songs, they would sound like this:
I forgot to pack something this weekend. That was a huge mistake on my part. That being said, these things helped me me the most-
- my grandfather's dog, Mia
- getting tipsy at the hotel with my family and playing music all night and telling stories
- biting my tongue and being civil with my grandfather's widow's family
- the Marines who attended and participated in the twenty-one gun salute. I regret not thanking them. I was just a wreck and wanted to look as brave as they did.
- the recent-ish photograph of my grandfather I stole
- allowing myself to drain my body of emotion because that was way more than crying
- a very honest photograph of Miley Cyrus where she looks like she's looking for something meaningful to fall into her plastic lap.
- a demo recording for a very very obscure soul label out of Columbus, Ohio. If I wrote soul songs, they would sound like this:
Sunday, January 30, 2011
012911 and Elsewhere
The only reason why men write poetry is to see the Look on a girl's face.
I'm sitting in a Dunkin' Donuts in Hookset, NH. The girl at the counter was a sweet girl who's name tag read "Brit." It was such a riot and the two men from Maine laughed. They wanted cookies, all I wanted was another cup of cold coffee.
I wanna write a movie where a man knows exactly when he will die. The day will come and pass without even a scratch on his head.
Last night was a riot. Kevin and I sitting in my room listening to Sinatra and Indian music. We talked about. We talked about helping others. If we are the future teachers of America, well I feel pretty all right. I realized that night that if I belong to any chruch, it's the church of America. I believe in it the way others believe in Jesus. Jesus turned water into wine but America gave us rock 'n' roll.
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I've been in a weird mood lately and I have been all last week, all things considered. It's gonna be another long week, I just know it. This Dylan song is the only way I can explain how I feel. He's good at doing that. Please be patient for the length, it's worth it.
I'm sitting in a Dunkin' Donuts in Hookset, NH. The girl at the counter was a sweet girl who's name tag read "Brit." It was such a riot and the two men from Maine laughed. They wanted cookies, all I wanted was another cup of cold coffee.
I wanna write a movie where a man knows exactly when he will die. The day will come and pass without even a scratch on his head.
Last night was a riot. Kevin and I sitting in my room listening to Sinatra and Indian music. We talked about. We talked about helping others. If we are the future teachers of America, well I feel pretty all right. I realized that night that if I belong to any chruch, it's the church of America. I believe in it the way others believe in Jesus. Jesus turned water into wine but America gave us rock 'n' roll.
* * *
I've been in a weird mood lately and I have been all last week, all things considered. It's gonna be another long week, I just know it. This Dylan song is the only way I can explain how I feel. He's good at doing that. Please be patient for the length, it's worth it.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Playoffs Part Two- And I Thought Yesterday Was Bad...
Why? Why the Jets? Why negate the greatest instalment of Monday Night Football last month? I would have rather lost to Cleveland again and for even more than lose to the Jets. Now for the AFC title it's gonna be Steelers/Jets. I'd rather castrate myself with a weed-whacker before I even think about taking sides in that contest. At least I'm pretty alright with both Chicago and Green Bay so I'm rooting for an NFC champ for the third year in a row this coming Stupid Bowl.
Two out of my four picks came through. I need to get better at that. I only really played one game on emotion- I honestly thought Baltimore was gonna pull off a win. They deserved to win the game based on that sneaky touchdown after stuffing the hell out of Rapethisberger and causing him to fumble. If dickweeds like Flacco and Sanchez are the future of the NFL, I think I'm gonna pick up tennis again.
At least this weekend wasn't a total loss. It never is when I'm with Paul, my best friend since the 8th grade. I've been in his new apartment in New Hampshire since Saturday. My stay has basically been a 10 year old boy's dream of what being in college would be- your friend having his own place where you can stay up as long as you want, play with Nerf guns, watch TV, and live on the comfiest chair with a million blankets and pillows.
I usually find whatever intangible sentiment I'm searching for when I come to New Hampshire. Last night we walked across this bridge in the center of town on our way to a Chinese restaurant. I looked over the bridge to the cold water running down stream over rock after rock as the snow fell gently. It was like a scene from a T.C. Boyle short story idealizing New England. Bursting, I exclaimed "This is my country." Paul laughed. In cold weather, joy is contagious. This state is almost too much to take. Perhaps because personally, it doesn't have the same baggage Maine contains- my former golden state.
Switching gears, winter always makes me think of Barenaked Ladies. Each of their albums have a cold snap in them- save Maroon. It's music to huddle around. I spent a lot of time trying to warm myself in front of the glow of my stereo in middle school while memorizing the words to "Upside Down" or trying to teach myself the harmonies on "The Great Provider." Here's a deep cut from their wildly successful 1998 album Stunt as played in a bathroom by songwriter Ed Robinson. It gave me chills when I was 13 and still does so seven years later. This song is winter in Harwich, MA.
Two out of my four picks came through. I need to get better at that. I only really played one game on emotion- I honestly thought Baltimore was gonna pull off a win. They deserved to win the game based on that sneaky touchdown after stuffing the hell out of Rapethisberger and causing him to fumble. If dickweeds like Flacco and Sanchez are the future of the NFL, I think I'm gonna pick up tennis again.
At least this weekend wasn't a total loss. It never is when I'm with Paul, my best friend since the 8th grade. I've been in his new apartment in New Hampshire since Saturday. My stay has basically been a 10 year old boy's dream of what being in college would be- your friend having his own place where you can stay up as long as you want, play with Nerf guns, watch TV, and live on the comfiest chair with a million blankets and pillows.
I usually find whatever intangible sentiment I'm searching for when I come to New Hampshire. Last night we walked across this bridge in the center of town on our way to a Chinese restaurant. I looked over the bridge to the cold water running down stream over rock after rock as the snow fell gently. It was like a scene from a T.C. Boyle short story idealizing New England. Bursting, I exclaimed "This is my country." Paul laughed. In cold weather, joy is contagious. This state is almost too much to take. Perhaps because personally, it doesn't have the same baggage Maine contains- my former golden state.
Switching gears, winter always makes me think of Barenaked Ladies. Each of their albums have a cold snap in them- save Maroon. It's music to huddle around. I spent a lot of time trying to warm myself in front of the glow of my stereo in middle school while memorizing the words to "Upside Down" or trying to teach myself the harmonies on "The Great Provider." Here's a deep cut from their wildly successful 1998 album Stunt as played in a bathroom by songwriter Ed Robinson. It gave me chills when I was 13 and still does so seven years later. This song is winter in Harwich, MA.
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