Getting into music this late in life is tricky. I'm meeting people who have been in band forever which means they are at least a decade ahead of me musically. It is a little discouraging, especially when you meet arrogant musicians. I'm pushing along though. I'd like to think I could be a lead singer someday with more practice, of course. The hard part is finding a good group of musicians to jam with but I might have found a few. I have a really close family friend who excels at guitar playing and I am sure with a little pressure he'd be down. I know a few drummers. I met a bassist the other day who is a friend of another guitar player. Also, if my roommate's boyfriend ever stops drinking long enough he could potentially play some guitar. If I had it my way, I'd be playing rhythm guitar or piano and singing. I have my work ahead of me that's for certain.
On the same note, I have been browsing iTunes again lately for single songs that interest me. I picked up a few, but the one I really enjoy right now is Willie Nelson's rendition of Unchained Melody. He has an amazing voice. I picture his voice working in the same fashion as a well-used, aged acoustic guitar; the way fresh strings belt out melodies against worn wood. If you get a chance, pick it up, or just preview it. My friend Nick gave me the new Kings of Leon CD and it's really great. In This Moment has been another favorite of mine lately. Otherwise, I've just been listening to bands I come across on Rock Band, oddly enough, which has been a great exposure for a variety of bands I'm sure. I was discussing this with another co-worker the other day, eventually bands will probably have to pay to reserve spots on these rock video games. It's great advertising.
It occurred to me last saturday around 2:15 p.m. that I am a dickhead sometimes. My roommate(s) and I pile trash bags on the porch for a day or two, sometimes longer if we are lazy, and a little squirrel comes to eat it. The last time he broke the bag open he ate some Old Chicago leftovers and the wind blew the box down my stairs. I literally stepped over it several times for a couple of days until my roommate picked it up. What the hell was that all about? I'm a big dick. I don't even know what happened there but something misfired in my brain.
On Wednesday both my ex's decided to drop in, at separate times, to the 'deaux. I got the night off otherwise I would've seen them both, but instead I came in later to meet Lisa on her last night in town. She headed off to return to teaching in Egypt and I headed to TimeOut to see my drunken 'deaux friends. I actually went because I really enjoy a particular girl was going but she is such a dirty girl. She confesses to me that she had twins when she was fifteen after the first time she had sex. She then gets married to her husband, pops out three more kids, and they live in (bliss?) for fourteen years until he cheats on her with her mother! That's one fucked up story I tell you. She also confesses that she has two sugar daddies who buy her everything. They come into the 'deaux and tip her hundreds of dollars and buy her whatever she wants, including a boob job for her upcoming birthday.
She is hilarious. She happens to be real close friends with another co-worker, April, who came over to my house once, with her husband, Mike, in a raging ball of Jagermeister fury. Apparently the night they dropped in they downed a decent sized bottle of Jager, hit the road, downed another at my place on top of various beers and glasses of wine. Long story short Mike pulls out his ass to moon his wife, we start talking about hairy asses, so she bends over and shows me hers, in front of her husband -- as you can imagine everything is out at this point. She then exposes her boobs nonchalantly while her husband tunes my guitar. They end up fighting with each other, breaking a chair, and then end up speeding off at like 3 in the morning. They have something like 3 or 4 kids as well. It has been revealed to me that the former girl (not April, who will remain nameless in this blog) was a stripper in Vegas briefly making thousands a night and used to have orgies with April who she met through the service industry. The non-April lady ended up leaving Vegas after scoring two DUI's in back-to-back nights.
She explained the second arrest to me. The cops pulled her over for obvious swerving. She stops the car, fails to put it in park, tosses a cigarette out the passenger window and begins to crawl out of the driver's seat to go get it for fear of a littering ticket. The car starts to move forward, rear ends one of the two cop cars present, and she stumbles out of the passenger side. "What the hell are you doing?!" the cops shout at her. She looks up at them and hurls everywhere. What a damn mess, no pun intended.
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Now that is a girl with a story.I've always felt one of my goals in life is to accumulate as many fantastic stories as possible to tell people when I am super old. People will be all- You did WHAT old lady? Of course, I hope my stories are a bit less drunken and involve a lot of accomplishment as well as debauchery.
-Samtastic
first, this sentence is kinda amazing: I can't help but wonder if this is where all Hildreth men go to die.
i can't explain why but it's wonderful and ominous and I feel like you could do that, or could do the opposite and either way it's poetic :)
i feel like i totally hear feeling stuck, and i do think there is something to just dropping all material weights and taking off! i feel like such a decision also has to be semi-practical. like can you settle all your bills so you aren't in massive dept/trouble when you come back hahaha.
it sounds like your house might need clearing...like there is a lot of funky energy there. i feel like there is something about fire that is very cleansing energetically (not saying you should burn the place down). sam and i actually have done several house clearings...it involves fire and chanting...if you are interested i'm sure we'd love an opportunity to light some shit on fire :) though also, if you have a crazy depressed alcoholic living in your home, i don't know that a clearing is gonna do much--i mean that's a lot of depressed energy to dump into a place.
i feel like you are my second friend who talks about running away and also seems to think it doesn't seem...practical or grown-up. i feel like with both of you there is a part of me that feels like you should really go for it, cuz all that's actually holding you back is this idea you should be "reasonable." you need to DREAM!!! and more than that, live your dreams--to know that you can live outside the lines you've drawn at every moment. :)
I have to say: I've never met a "practical" person I wanted to be, and I've also never felt practical despite my very 8-5 lifestyle and choices (sometimes choices...obviously). I think life should be lived passionately, then even things that are thought of as mundane have a wild-card quality. and I think things that seem crazy, like running away from what seems to be a grounded life, have a responsible, mundane quality once you are actually DOING them. there is both of these qualitie-- practical and crazy-- in ANYTHING you do if you find the place within yourself that is both centered and free
much love!
stace
oh and also i agree with sam, that is a girl with a story! i see why you enjoy her hahaha
stace
There's a big difference between running away and heading to find yourself.
You should never leave because the circumstances are too overwhelming - when that happens it means you need to work more on yourself, figure out why you are having so much trouble and find a way to be happy. Explore your unhappiness and find your light inside.
But if you find yourself not angry and depressed, but complacent and bored, that's the time to go look for something new. You can explore yourself by trying new things at home, or seeing new things abroad - I don't think there's much of a difference, it just comes down to preference. Remember that you are never going to grow unless you challenge yourself.
What's important to remember is that changing your life isn't running away, unless it is.
Dig?
Love!
- L
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