Abandonment Issues

I greatly apologize to those of you whom have been checking up on this blog, hoping to see something new and receiving nothing in return. It disappoints me to have to say that I will, probably, end up abandoning this blog in the next couple of months, as I have made the tough decision to solely become a music blogger. I’ve made this decision mainly because I’ve felt more secure and happy with my entries when they have promoted the dreams of often indie artists. However, the entries I’ve written on this blog will still be available for your reading pleasure. Now, let’s continue onto another adventure through my wandering mind, which we’ve learned to call “updates”.

Saw the video Taylor Swift made with T-Pain. I hope she knows how good it feels to be a gangsta now, because I’ve totally lost hope.

Ten years from now, I don’t want to be the same person I am right now. I want to learn more about myself as my years increase. Yet, I know that every decision I make, despite how much or little I may know about myself, may or may not be agreeable. I’m able to then accept and apologize for my imperfections, and hope that the people around me can also accept my imperfections, as I would theirs. Every once in a while, you stumble upon people who aren’t willing to put their pride on the line and do the same. It sickens and saddens me to discover these people, wasting away with nothing but their deteriorating corpses and their winning smiles. But all you can really do for those people is let them go, make sure you aren’t one of those people, and hope, pray, and believe you won’t be one of those people ten years from now.

Important things with Demetri Martin. Maybe that’s what I meant by more important things.

Actual proof that I am, in fact, a certifiable band geek: I was calling in to talk to one of my favorite musicians on the telephone. It was one of those weird hotline deals where you call and the band leaves a message and you (hopefully don’t) leave a message back. Well, I had actually gotten through to this particular musician. Needless to say, I was a bit frazzled. I then proceeded to initiate one of the most awkward, weird, dorky conversations I’d ever been a part of. I began with the stereotypical “Oh my gosh”, then proceeded to mention my favorite song of the particular musician’s, and, finally, finished off the conversation with the reasons I liked their music so much, many of which included their uses of percussion instruments I actually play on a weekly basis. The musician, worn out by my rambling and even a bit frazzled himself by this point, finally ended the pow-wow with “Well, listen, we’ve got a ton of other callers, but it’s been really nice talking with you, and I hope to talk again some other time during office hours!” I hung up the phone, with a witness to my geekiness in the band department. And, despite my apparent embarrassment, I was a bit proud.

The other day, I found myself contemplating what my favorite love song actually was. I remembered making a playlist of addiction with love songs, but none of them, as I really remembered, were actually my favorite love songs. I concluded that, of all of the love songs I’d ever listened to, my favorite had to be “Romeo and Juliet” by Dire Straits. This may be an odd selection, but I love the song because it seems so cliché at first, and then it’s obvious that this is an imperfect love song, which, in reality, chronicles a heartbreak. But it does actually do what I feel a love song should really do. It shouldn’t make someone want to experience love so badly just because they want to fully grasp the understanding of the song itself. It should make the listener realize the pain that falling from love can cause and, through that realization, help them understand love more clearly. I feel this song really redefined what a love song should be, while also having a beautiful melody.

How about this. Let’s all buy Franz Ferdinand’s “Tonight” album! I have no idea how, but this album has totally rocked my world. All I can really promise from this album is awesome melodies and rhythms and bearable (aka good, for the most part) lyrics.

Every time I do one of those weird Facebook-note interrogation surveys, I always stumble upon the question “Have you ever cried when someone died?” I always just end up asking myself, “Does it really matter? Does it say something about me if I have, out of love for the dearly departed? Is that really bad? Does anyone really want to know this about me?” Then, I realize I’m on Facebook, and no one really reads that kind of crap anyway.

While we’re talking about Facebook, a while ago I had been talking to an old friend of my sisters. I’d started getting the feeling that the guy sort of liked me, and I was feeling happy about it. Then, he asked me to clarify whether I was older than my sister or not. When I told him that I was actually two years younger than her, he stopped talking to me. I actually found the whole situation pretty funny.

Maybe I should end this post with something funny. Or cute. Or both?

G’day.