"We were the Kings and Queens of Promise"...this epic theme, so powerful, so pure, and for all too many of us...so true.
As I write this post, the new song by 30 Seconds to Mars by the same title of my post, continues to play on an endless loop. As I listen, the powerful emotions elicited leave me unsure to whether I should cry or conquer the world. Will I tire of it? Not sure. Nor do I really care. It will continue to play, my head will continue to move with the music, and I will continue to ponder...
Most of you reading this, know of this blog because you know me, or I consider you to be pretty fucking magical... You understand potential, you understand promise, and you understand what it means to not live up to either. The sound of the clock ticking by remains the scariest sound known to my ears, and when that fucker stops, I had better damn well done what I was put here to do.
What was I meant to do? What were you meant to do? Truth is, I am not really sure, but I think I'm getting closer with each new day and each new experience. As we age, we slide more comfortably into our destined niches, and we hope to God the paths we choose to walk lead us to our lands of promise.
Me, I'll continue to be lead by the dragonfly, for the moves will be erratic, but they will be definitive. I will continue to dream, observe, and experience all that this life allows. So many things in this world make my pulse accelerate and my eyes tear, that I often fear I can't take it all in. I won't be able to do it all justice. But those of us that smile at the streak of sunlight creeping above the mountains, or endlessly search for that fabled green flash of the setting day, we will continue to live, and we will continue to thrive. Keep on fighting, keep on loving, keep on creating...keep on being as fucking crazy as you can possibly imagine, just do it with everything you have...because the sounds of the clock only gets louder.
We are the kings and queens of promise...
Will I cry or conquer the world? In time, I'm planning on doing both...a few times over, actually.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
"We were the Kings and Queens of Promise"...this epic theme, so powerful, so pure, and for all too many of us...so true.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
So, here I am, a couple days after the "incident" that left poor little Taylor Swift standing in complete shock after Kanye West made a spectacle of her moment at the VMAs, and I could not be more pissed off. But, not pissed off for the reasons you may think. Kanye is indeed a c-sucker, undeniably understood - however, I promise you that he is not the worst aspect of this entire situation. In many ways, he is actually more of a vehicle for enlightenment than anything else - to the point that I almost want to thank him.
Again, I can't stress enough, how little of a shit I give about the overall well being of kanye west, or 98% of the other over-celebrated individuals in society.... And we all recall the innocent, frightened, and confused look on the face of Taylor Swift as she was basically violated on stage at the VMAs - unable to finish her acceptance speech, and ultimately exited the stage with a tarnished and unfulfilled award experience.
Fast forward 72 hours since the incident, and the world has been completely atwitter (no pun) over recapping the event, and discussing the aftermath. Taylor Swift has been on countless interviews, television spots, and has occupied the discussions of both commonfolk and celebs alike. People, who never had any remote possibility of knowing who the F Taylor Swift was, or what she sang, were now engaged in conversation over her well being, and showed and understood compassion for her terrible and horrible experience...However, It all became extremely clear while listening to a radio show this morning, playing clips from Taylor's appearance on The View.
Now, I'll be the first to admit. I saw the VMAs...I was shocked...and I was interested in hearing more about it. And because of this, I will be the first to drop a big infectiousInk "fuck you" on myself...I deserve it...and more than likely...so do you! To hear these disgusting excuses for women and interviewers, rehashing the incident and the aftermath as if Taylor just escaped from a fucking POW camp, brought me back to reality in a flash. The endless stream of presumptive cacophony, self-appointed ethos, and over-dramatic empathy was just too much for me to stomach...I could not take it anymore! It was the equivalent of a Huey Lewis style face dunking, and I immediately changed my tune.
I wanted to punch myself straight in the G Damn face for feeling anything over Kanye's actions other than shear hilarity...I mean after all - it is entertainment, right? These people are entertainers. They make disgusting mounts of money for making music, and making movies, and most of these people will never have another economic worry for as long as they live. They are living a life that only !%, at most 1%, will ever EVER enjoy. And we are supposed to feel badly because an arrogant napoleonic fuck found it necessary to steal the thunder of a fellow artist? Child Please! (thanks 85)
Day after day, in this country, people are working 2 or 3 shitty jobs, just trying to make ends meet. And, that's if they are fortunate enough to find one or two of these shitty jobs. Our entire economy is in the toilet, with more and more families foreclosing on their homes every single day. The health care crisis. The endless state spending on illegal immigrants, and their continued burden on our state funds. The boys and girls of this once great nation dying oversees as they fight for reasons not understood and protested by the most vocal and dangerous forms of opposition. Hell, I'll even throw in Global Warming if it helps strengthen my point! Are you getting this yet...are you catching my drift? This vapid VMA shit has been everywhere you look! From Early Shows, to the Late Shows, and every God Damn thing in between - this is all anybody and everybody has been talking about. What a shallow and pointless society we have become...
Bottom line, I kinda think we are fucked. And, I am all ears if someone would like to argue this point, as it would be extremely comforting to hear from those who still believe in our current America. Deep down, I need to believe the core of this country is steadfast, for I will find it damn near impossible to sleep at night. Unfortunately though, I'm scared this core is buried so deep beneath a blanket of endless propaganda and pop-culture bullshit, that we'll have no chance at redemption and restoration.
I don't know when it all started, and I have no idea if the end is in sight...But, I am 100% certain that if people like Perez Hilton continue to gain momentum and strength in the public eye, we are in deep deep shit. I could write for hours over the travesty that is the trending topics on twitter, or which websites get the most hits per day. It is all very saddening as I lose more and more faith, while our language gets butchered, our values get threatened, and our history gets blurred. I'm all for changing with the times, and embracing what develops into the just...but for God's sake, let's get a grip on our priorities!
Thank you Kanye, for helping me to get a grip on mine...
Friday, August 21, 2009
As I traveled out of my twenties, I left behind many experiences and occurrences which will remain exciting memories, but memories nonetheless. The days of synthetic trances and thought provoking, smoke-filled rooms of enhanced understanding are becoming incredibly few and far between. Life progresses... Enter the world of corporations, 401Ks, and responsibility. And, although the world, at times, can really grab you by the balls, those of us that are still are alive inside must learn to perpetuate the magic. Must keep on hearing the beautiful music....
So go on, turn on the radio, and listen to the music. What's the matter? Lady Gaga not doing it for you? Miley Cyrus not really sending blood to the places it should? Jonas Brothers make you want to tear your fucking face off? Believe me, i understand each and every single sentiment. Today's radio and music is so incredibly lacking of soul and creativity - and it doesn't look to be getting any better.
I came into my own during the times of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and the rest of that 90s scene. The music was new and fresh, and it was damn good. But, beyond the sound, there was this depth to the lyrics and this passion in the writing that would allow me to completely adhere to the music. It wasn't about just shaking my head to a great beat, or a clever hook that was catchy and easy to remember, it was about the artist allowing us to come along for a ride. A journey through their experiences, their impressions, and most poignantly, their pains...I have often said that the more damaged and fragile an individual, the more brilliant their music. And, I still live by this today.
And, when it comes to damaged individuals, I'm fairly certain that San Francisco's own, Stephan Jenkins takes the cake. Coming onto the scene after the major swell of the grunge wave, Third Eye Blind gifted us with what I believe to be one of the best albums ever. To this day, I listen, and remain impressed by the brilliant poetic writing, clearly created from the darkest areas of this man's heart and soul. This guy's apparent anguish and turmoil has been a major gift and blessing for us all, and it is because of this that I raise a big middle finger to the likes of all the bullshit that is American Idol and similar vehicles. The raising and cultivation of these young teenager stars, and the endless force-fed mainstream perpetuation is killing the music industry...and it is killing me.
A true artist must live through something...something...fucking anything for that matter. And I will be damned if I allow Ryan Seacrest, KISS FM, and Z-100 to reshape my musical views in their efforts to blur my lines of raw authenticity. For me it is pretty simple...a quiet room, a car, or headphones...music on...eyes closed. When I focus again on the world around, if I haven't felt like I just took a drug induced ride through wonderland, and I'm not working to wipe away the goosebumps from my chilled arms, well then...my friend...you have failed.
Luckily, it isn't all lost...but it is never easy. Bands like Kings and 30 seconds have struggled like mad to create a following, and its finally starting to pay off. And, there are still bands coming onto the scene that will blow your fucking doors off - but I promise you, Ryan Seacrest does not know who they are. And, I really hope it stays that way because nothing really worth it comes to you - there is a hunt involved...happy hunting everyone....
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Ever since some professional decisions have left me with some time on my hands, I have been able to really refocus my life. With my old job, I was a complete frantic mess, always pissed off at the world, and always had something I was late for. These two nuances of life alone, were more than enough to stifle any creativity, love, and beauty that lied within. I had become a shell of myself. I just figured this shift was a fact of life as true as death and taxes...something not to be questioned or toyed with. I had a plan, I was executing, and I was on my way. On my way... On my way to somewhere that had gotten me so far away from where I began. The more I achieved, the less I knew how to do, and the more worthless I felt. Because you see, my business was that of bullshit. Plain and simple. Nothing tangible, nothing real to show, nothing more than some numbers on a screen next to my name, and a promise of future utilization.
With every day since the end of that situation, I grow more and more alive. I look around at the world, with an eye for beautification, and a yearning desire to restore and create. I have written...I have built...and I have found my smile.
Yes, there is that question of money. And there is that unknowing fear that resides in the back of your head, ever so slightly whispering those words of inevitability. I know this time in my life will not last, and I am at peace with it for at least i know this part of my being and my soul is still there.
Yesterday in the warm sun of southern California, I decided to restore my ailing porch furniture. With my shirt off, and my iPod on, I remembered what it was like to create something beautiful. Something I could stand back from in the end, wearing only a torn pair of jeans and smile, and say "that's right...I fucking did that." No corporate bullshit, no deadlines, no one telling you what you are or aren't. Just a finished product in the end that screams and sparkles success.
And, I know that is nothing tremendous, as it was only porch furniture. But somewhere between sanding off the old, and staining on the new, I was overcome with such emotion that only the son of a hard working father could understand. For a few moments the world just blurred out, and the music of Jim Morrison and the Doors fueled a photojournalistic journey through my life and childhood. With each sanded stroke I could see the pure magic of this moment, I could see my father working on our boat, the house, or whatever project lay before him. I could see the tenderness in his face, and the strength in his hands, and I had never before been so proud to be his son.
When the night sky began to fall, and I was finishing up with the final coats, it hit me that after all the accomplishments I have had in life, all the achievements in school, and then in business, this is what I needed him to see. Most successes in life are here today, gone tomorrow, the memories usually kept alive only by a photo of a handshake or a framed piece of paper. This was different. I wanted him to know that all those years of him speaking to my deaf ears and trying to raise a man whose interests at the time lied nowhere near his, that his efforts were not in vain.
In the end, it wasn't about the furniture, it was about the experience. Thanks to my father for planting the seeds, and thanks to Jim Morrison for providing the water...
Monday, March 30, 2009
So, I just don't get it...No one, and I mean no one is buying big SUVs right now, and yet when I go to price them out at dealers, they could not are less about negotiating down the price. The situation is truly ridiculous! I keep getting told that the price they give, is the lowest they can go, citing that they are at invoice. Does anyone else find this completely crazy? Why are car dealers one of the only existing industries that can just say "fuck you - if you don't want it at the price i paid, move along..." I wish I could have the same attitude with my house right now, except for the fact that I can not get close to what i paid...nor does anyone give a shit about what i paid...they only care about what i am willing to accept. Why does the law of supply and demand skip over the auto industry, and when will they eventually have to drop their pants???
Posted by infectiousInk at 12:33 PM
Friday, March 27, 2009
So, I'll admit it...at first sight and sound of this ridiculous site, I thought it could not be more foolish. Then, I made the mistake of actually creating an account. Holy Shit will this twittering occupy your time and your fucking mind. It was already cited as a major reason for the most recent break-up of Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer...the guy could not keep from tweeting...and I completely understand. And believe me, I'm pretty f-ing worthless in the world of twitter, so I can't even imagine having a ton of followers, with the pressure of constantly entertaining with witty and succinct banter. T'is one hell of a burden. At present time, I have like 22 followers, and believe me, I work to keep them. I am interested to see where this all goes, as twitter clearly has a ton of momentum behind it right now, and it seems the sky is the limit. I have connected with so many interesting people, and it has a much better feel to it then fb, not as invasive. And, of course the celebs and pseudo celebs love it...great forum for them to convey info and stay fresh and current. All in all, I'm enjoying my twitter journey, and as long as Spencer Pratt doesn't tell me to fuck myself too many more times, I will continue along with this ride...
Posted by infectiousInk at 11:28 AM