12/17/10

Dear blog,
I've got a little something to say to you. I started you awhile ago, in the hopes that the routine practice of writing about something I'm interested in would give me a way to sharpen my skills even outside of the work-associated tactics. Maybe it's the combination of those things lately, but I feel I've been neglecting you.

I listen to new music I like, sure. I sing my effing brains out to it, sometimes, and I use it as a way to distract myself from all the other pains I seem to be so intent on focusing on otherwise. But lately, the inspiration for such things has been so close to dead. In terms of the writing for me I swore to hold onto, it has fallen by the wayside. And in more ways than the virtual ones.

I spend mediocre amount of time seeing what other people say in similar piece-of-the-web places, targeted towards those who do it well. Often interesting, but rarely inspiring. In fact, quite the opposite -- if they can do it, why can't I?

12/17/10

Found this streaming today. Would have to describe this band as cute-punk, essentially pop punk that's not even really angry, just cute. Like The Rocket Summer. I enjoyed this song:

Come this friday night, i'll be waiting
calm me with your best intentions
wake up the next morning with me,
i could be your best invention

when i arrived there, i saw you up there
waiting for me, standing at the top of the stairs
i couldn't walk straight, i couldn't see straight
thinking about your body put my mind in a daze

i've got a pocketful of sins
so lets screw this up and we'll fit right in
another round before we fall
this is the last call
i'm going all in
~Best Intensions, Sweatshirt Weather