Friday, March 1, 2013
The Best.. Hmmm 1:23 AM
You know, I'm pretty good at a lot of things. I've picked up a few magic tricks, learned to play a couple of songs on piano, I am not a bad masseuse, my voice cooperates sometimes and I can carry a tune decently, I do fairly well in some video games, I can talk to just about anyone about whatever. However, I am not the BEST at anything. I wonder what it would feel like to be the top dawg.. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about not being the best. I'm very grateful for all of my talents I've been blessed with. I just wonder how Michael Jordan feels knowing that he is the best basketball the world has ever seen. After beating the Jazz two years in a row at the NBA finals I've never particularly cared for Michael Jordan, but there is no denying that he is by far the most skilled player the game has ever seen.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Music.. My feel good drug 12:58 PM
I am so grateful for the amazing technologies that have been brought to pass in the last decade! I carry over 100 music albums in my dang pocket that can be accessed in a matter of seconds. I can put in my bass pumping earbuds and crank up my tunes as loud as I want without annoying anyone!
Sometimes I listen to the same song over and over and over and over (you get the point) each time picking out a really cool guitar riff or hearing lyrics for the 100th time but finally listening for the first time. As I sit here in the Orem Institute game room listening to (don't judge) Justin Bieber's new acoustic album, I can't help but feel that if I didn't have music to help calm my nerves I would most likely be a junkie looking for my next fix of some illegal substance. Music is my drug! I would love to be able to make my own music, unfortunately I don't have the time to learn how / practice to be as good as the folks I listen to. Don't get me wrong, I do try to mess around on the piano and learn new tricks, but I want to be so much more than that! I'm glad that I was born with a semi-descent singing voice so that I have some kind of musical freedom. I think that depression comes hand in hand with sickness for me because I lose my ability to sing whatever I want...
I'd love to be able to melt a special someone's heart with music. I once dated a girl that would call me at night so that I could sing to her until she went to sleep. I loved that! Some people might consider something like that a burden, but I found it very flattering that the last thing she wanted to hear before she drifted off into a state of unconsciousness was my voice.
I sometimes play on the piano hoping some attractive young woman will approach me and say "that's not too bad. Can you sing too?" Then with a smooth look (and an optional wink) I say "Sort of, but it's nothing amazing..." Then BAM! start playing and singing and she turns into a pile of mush right behind me. Oooooo.... Got shivers just thinking about it.
I actually made fun of a young man relentlessly for having a similar fantasy, but it was mostly because he was ALWAYS on the dang piano! I never got a turn because he was playing Jon Schmidt's Waterfall over and over jut waiting for Miss Right to come in and use the bathroom next to the piano. He wasn't a singer so I feel my fantasy is cooler ;)
Sometimes I listen to the same song over and over and over and over (you get the point) each time picking out a really cool guitar riff or hearing lyrics for the 100th time but finally listening for the first time. As I sit here in the Orem Institute game room listening to (don't judge) Justin Bieber's new acoustic album, I can't help but feel that if I didn't have music to help calm my nerves I would most likely be a junkie looking for my next fix of some illegal substance. Music is my drug! I would love to be able to make my own music, unfortunately I don't have the time to learn how / practice to be as good as the folks I listen to. Don't get me wrong, I do try to mess around on the piano and learn new tricks, but I want to be so much more than that! I'm glad that I was born with a semi-descent singing voice so that I have some kind of musical freedom. I think that depression comes hand in hand with sickness for me because I lose my ability to sing whatever I want...
I'd love to be able to melt a special someone's heart with music. I once dated a girl that would call me at night so that I could sing to her until she went to sleep. I loved that! Some people might consider something like that a burden, but I found it very flattering that the last thing she wanted to hear before she drifted off into a state of unconsciousness was my voice.
I sometimes play on the piano hoping some attractive young woman will approach me and say "that's not too bad. Can you sing too?" Then with a smooth look (and an optional wink) I say "Sort of, but it's nothing amazing..." Then BAM! start playing and singing and she turns into a pile of mush right behind me. Oooooo.... Got shivers just thinking about it.
I actually made fun of a young man relentlessly for having a similar fantasy, but it was mostly because he was ALWAYS on the dang piano! I never got a turn because he was playing Jon Schmidt's Waterfall over and over jut waiting for Miss Right to come in and use the bathroom next to the piano. He wasn't a singer so I feel my fantasy is cooler ;)
Getting Started 1:49 AM
One of the greatest psychological exercises is that of journaling. We always have so many things running through our heads that its sometimes hard for our brains to decipher everything clearly. We use journaling as a method of putting our thoughts into a linear format instead of a jumbled mess. It helps to take some of the random going-ons and organizing them into simple thoughts. At one point in my life I had a little black notebook covered in stickers that I used as my tool for journaling, but alas it's usefulness has been spent and I have a fancy shmancy phone to help me put my thoughts online. Woot!!
A lot of people blog with the intent of entertaining or informing their subscribers but that is not the case with me. I'm blogging for me! This is my new thought journal and I really don't care if you read / like it at all. This is my baby and I'm going to love it no matter what.
A lot of people blog with the intent of entertaining or informing their subscribers but that is not the case with me. I'm blogging for me! This is my new thought journal and I really don't care if you read / like it at all. This is my baby and I'm going to love it no matter what.
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