A long post is up and coming soon finally, stay posted
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
I Hear You Cry; Your Tears Are Cheap
KABOOM!!!!
Instantly the band in front of your eyes explodes; blasting into a static atmosphere you can only dream of feeling. However, once you come to know this experience of a musician discovering yourself, the feeling is absolutely bittersweet (Emphasis on the bitterness.... which sours the sweetness into something loud yet unique). Over and over I've shamed myself into keeping away from today by refusing to transpire the rawness I possess and hold inside my head. This whole blog is a crack in the entire dream I
will create.
Scared of going the entire way down? Some strange fading darkness engulfs my creative thoughts. Despite my madness and acceptance of history; I try to hate the bind it creates, only to relinquish in the sugar it feeds me. Sound weird? Well then turn your fucking headphones up!
"You'll Never Die And You'll Never Grow Old"
I Love Sugar.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Free Zone: Play On
Captain Neptune and Mothball went on quite an adventure this summer. I wrote a book describing part of the journey, however the minor blog entries that were posted offer a glimpse of an unforgettable summer. The picture above was taken at the base of Little River Canyon's miles of climbable rock cliffs. I've fallen in love and addicted to the breathtaking release climbing rewards. Natural rock climbing requires determination, in the form of "make this leap or your falling off to your death". The justification of that attitude relies on your buddy, who is belaying you at 150 feet and knows when to grab the rope when you chance each daring move. Needless to say, Captain Neptune and Mothball make a fearless exploring duo.
Captain Neptune always enjoyed initially testing his freshly tied anchors
by leaping off the cliffs.
Welllllll in other news sports-fans: (MBC!) Heres a complete subject changer to allievate the main course of tonights menu.
"I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The sun comes down, the tide rolls back
We crawl our way back to the
house we call home
He holds his home in the palm of his hand
And he says, and he says
You are my everyone, you are my anyone
You are my anytime, you are my every time
You are my everywhere...anywhere..."
~ Fugazi
Where to Mothballin' begin? Summer flew by my eyes; leaving
unique thoughts, memories, and experiences, forever preserved
in my soul. Did I grow from my 9 weeks atop Lookout Mountain?
Well of course I did, however I didn't traditionally mature.
An oxymoron can only simply describe what I mean:
"Grow-Down"
I transformed into a pure Laney Boy, a status only the few who attend
our sacred haven can appreciatively understand. Over the long,
demanding summer activities I discovered more meaning to life's
true reality through the children I encountered. Take for Example:
(Real camper names are substituted with appropriate pseudonyms)
Mirror Link - reminded me of myself as a camper, inspiring pride
in how far I've come along
Reese's Pieces - my first challenge, developed my ability to transform
fully from a former camper to a counselor
Matthew Stafford - not only did I indulge in the mysterious humor
that he looked identical to the former UGA QB, but I learned
determination from his fearless strategic attitude in Bombardi
Condiment Cabin - graced me with humility and carelessness to have fun
Horn Thief - reminded me not to judge someone initially, because
if you get to know them you'll appreciate their fresh perspectives.
But never underestimate others authority
The Pit Ball Twins - had to have been the coolest campers I encountered
One-Tooth 60's Guru - inspired my hope for younger generations
appreciating the history of music
Woodland Critter Cabin - supplied many laughs at jokes I used to love,
yet now have matured to finally understand
Sterling Archer - taught me how to not let trivial inconvenient things
spoil who I am
Jeff Beck - looked up to me, so I did my best to be an A+ counselor.
C.I.T. - required me to utilize all the staff training skills I had learned
(blah I know that sounds lame but like I said, these random instances
are mere glimpses of my experience)
The Care-Bear Killers - .... Sorry I am unable to disclose any information
regarding the CBK...
My time in Mentone, AL will always remain personal and sacred in my
heart and soul. The above lessons represent a minor portion of my
experience this summer. Only two things remain to be said:
1) I'm returning next summer; there is much I still owe to the legend
2) Thank god I'm a Laney Boy!
WOMP!!! Flash forward now to my new conscious reality:
"You'll Never Die And You'll Never Grow Old"
~ MBC
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
A Blessing and A Curse
"Once upon a time, my advice to you would have been go out and find yourself a whore
But I guess I've grown up, because I don't give that kind of advice anymore
Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt
I was 27 when I figured out that blowing my brains wasn't the answer
So I decided, maybe I should find a way to make this world work out for me
And my good friend Paul was 83 when he told me; that "To love is to feel pain"
And I thought about that then and I've thought about that again and again
Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt
"To love is to feel pain" there ain't no way around it
The very nature of love is to grieve when it is over
The secret to a happy ending is knowing when to role the credits
Better role them now before something else goes wrong
No, it's a wonderful world, if you can put aside the sadness
And hang on to every ounce of beauty upon you
Better take the time to know it there ain't no way around it
If you feel anything at all
Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt
So if what you have is working for you, or you think that it can stand a reasonable chance, and whatever's broken seems fixable and nothing's beyond repair
If you still think about each other and smile before you remember how screwed up it's gotten or maybe dream of a time less rotten
Remember, it ain't too late to take a deep breath and throw yourself into it with everything you got
It's great to be alive"
Thursday, July 22, 2010
So I Do Believe None of This is Physical
Well, at least not to me…
Most days I spend around here my mind wanders to many distant places… of which I welcome sensations that aren’t quite dreams, but more like voices. I hear things in my head that just make perfect sense; and this blog, my dear Josie, and my words, try to resemble the inner meanings theses voices vicariously transpire through me.
Don’t shoot the messenger. I’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, I believe in every move I make; simple deliberate actions that appropriate far more than you could ever understand. Make me out a monster, but I can’t help the coincidence that I am a Two-Headed Boy. Sing everything as loud as you possiblecan, for signals of emotion are the most beautiful exert of passion one can ever imagine.
Relishing in cosmic haze can really coat the soul with some interesting shit to observe. Stuff you don’t normally come across, but secretly enthralls you as you drift through the freshness these mysteries commit. Hmmm…. Can we find an example? I think so:
Doesn’t that look like fun!? Above Helm’s Deep, you can see Captain Neptune anchoring our rope. Where are we? Why are we there? Well, that answer is simple: We are exactly where we needed to be at the perfect moment not to be there, trying to release ourselves from the bullshit “fate” normal folk rely upon.
Upon dropping our rope 100 feet below the cliff’s edge, we looked to each other and smiled. Repelling down a cliff is easy and dangerous… but I’ve never even practiced or tried (How Fun!). So I strapped into my harness and threw myself over the deadly edge. After 10 feet, I clasped my hands firmly onto my beligh device, immediately impeding my free fall. I looked up to Captain Neptune’s scared eyes above me, and laughed my head off.
“How fucking rad is this shit!” I screamed back up to him.
“Dude… just go for it! Life is always in your hands; only you decide what happens next.” He sheepishly yelled down to me with a casual grin.
I finished the rest of the repel rather quickly… excited from the adrenaline rush flowing through my soul. As my feet touched Mother Earth once again, Captain Neptune followed suit down the cliff to join me at the bottom. We decided to climb back up; despite the treacherous rocks and difficulty the route back up would demand us to overcome. I went first… climbing my way up: 10 feet. 30 feet. At 50 feet I faltered, slipping on a rock as it collapsed upon my grasp. I screamed, however Captain Neptune had me firmly in his grasp… As I swung back and forth, I eventually grabbed ahold of a new rock grip that had emerged from the destruction I had committed, and continued my climb back towards the peak. Along the way, many difficult climbing routes had to be found, and as I sifted my way through the puzzle natural rocks gave to me, I completed my task.
Captain Neptune lowered me to the ground, congratulating me. He then scared the absolute shit out of me: “Now it’s my turn, you ready?”
I have never belighed another person in my life. Yet my friend trusted his life in my hands. He instructed the basics to me, and looked me in the eye as he began his ascent. “I never belighed someone anywhere close to this height for over 2 years… I trained to do that job until I was ready to correctly perform it. But I trust you.” Captain Neptune’s last words before he started to climb were simple: “Dude on a rock?”
“Rock Fucking on Dude!” I anxiously told him. He began climbing, and I did my best to keep up with him as he expertly worked his way up. Around 50 feet, again it happened. A rock slipped out of the cliff, smashing into Captain Neptune’s head… Immediately the rope jumped and jerked me, but I knew my friend, and I grabbed ahold of my harness and beligh line, instantly stopping his free-fall just like he had done for me. “Are you fucking ok!?!?!?!” I screamed to a limb figure.
“Dude… I’m grand.” He quickly said, fighting to regain his position on the rock wall as blood dripped to the base of the cliff. Captain Neptune made it to the top of that cliff, and when I lowered him down, he smiled and just whispered: “Thanks dude. I trusted you.”
I’ll never let my life slip out of my hands. And I’d be god damned if I EVER let my best friends’ lives slip out either.
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