Music Is Life

Watching bands play live is both amazing and horrible for me. I love seeing a show and I always have. To me, it's one of the reasons to be alive. Just music in general is a great reason to be alive, but seeing a band perform can put me in an emotional state far more intense than just listening to the songs in my car.

The horrible side of it is simply that I want to be on that stage myself. I want to play again so badly. I miss playing with a lot of the people I've played with before. Sometimes I was hard to be in a band with and I regret that, but it's like a dating relationship, only with a handful of extra people. There are ups and downs, emotions that run stronger in every direction and, hopefully, an intense love for what you're doing (and even, in weird way, for who you're doing it with). Sometimes a band breaking up can mean that you just won't see those people as often, which is a shame, but it's life. Try getting a band back together after it's been broken up though... It's can be just as awkward as hanging out with an ex.

But, back to my point. I love music and I want to play shows again. I want to write about my life and thoughts and the things that get me excited and hopefully strike a nerve in people and give them something to relate to. If someone can vent something through mine and my friend's music, that's truly a gift.

A.D.D. Dominates

It's going to take me a bit to get used to updating a blog again. Life stays busy. I work full time, I'm married, I have a 19-month old baby boy, I do this zine, and I'm working on a new band. It's kind of cool to be this busy, in a way.

My parents were here for a visit over the last 5 day and headed home today. It was a nice reminder of what it was like to be a little less responsible. I miss the crap out of them. I feel terrible for Brooke because her family is even further away and she misses them all the time. Sadly, we don't have the dough to fly out there to visit more than once a year, if we're lucky.

It seems like my mind goes blank when my fingers hit the keyboard. Although, I just had Facebook try to get me to add another one of my ex-girlfriends. Not that I really hold any animosity toward them, but I also don't see the point. Silly Facebook, always trying to make me look like a desperate creeper.

Three paragraphs that have nothing to do with one another. Seems like a solid reason to stop on the fourth paragraph, eh?

The Beginning

This isn't going to be a traditional blog all the time. Sure, sometimes it will be things about my day or something funny that I thought of. But, it's also going to be a bit of history, usually the funny bits.

It all started 185 years ago when I was born. I was a fat baby. It's okay, I can say that. I had a goofy haircut when I was a kid. I got in fights with the kid down the street all the time, then we would be best friends 20 minutes later. I don't know what our problem was. It's always fun getting busted by someone's mom when you're hitting their child, your friend, in the face. We were idiots.

I got called a "nerd" a lot when I was a kid. I had a social studies teacher, Mr. Johnson, that even got in on it. He later got arrested for saying dirty things to one of my classmates. Creepy. So, the point is, I didn't like it. That didn't make me any less nerdy but, in the '80s, it wasn't as socially acceptable to be called a nerd like it is now.

In 7th grade my friend Lance gave me Metallica's "Master Of Puppets" cassette. This event literally altered the course of my life. No joke. I got into metal, then became obsessed with music, then wanted to start a band, then I was in a couple of bands, then one of my bands needed a touring bass player, then one of the guys emailed this girl that he was acquainted with, then she joined the band, we dated, broke up, then realized that we were dumb for breaking up, then dated again, then got married. How's THAT for life altering? It's a shame that Metallica can't write good music anymore.

Somewhere, in the middle of the events from the last paragraph, I made a lot of friends, started skateboarding, had a few jobs, dated a few girls, traveled a lot, developed an even bigger obsession with Transformers, and had a lot of amazing and tragic things happen to, around and on me. I forget a lot of things so I thought it was time I started telling these stories before they're all gone...