12.05.2007
Finally!!!
So finally after some very long frustrating years of dedicated loyalty to the evil empire formally known as Sprint, I became aware that my contract will be up as of January 25, 2008! That just so happens to be my daughter Molly's birthday! So not only will my family celebrate the glorious birth of my daughter but also the wonderful event of my transfer and activation of my iPhone! Yes, thats correct! I am kicking Sprint to the curb and jumping on the best cellular phone band wagon there has ever been! Of course, it is really sad that this miraculous date comes after my return from Japan, of which I could desperately make use of my new iPhone, but I am trying to keep the faith and remain strong! I can do it, I am telling myself! Only 51 days remaining. Who will count down the days with me?
12.04.2007
Its Potty Time!!
I can't believe it! My prayer has finally been answered! My daughter Molly has been struggling for months now to go stinky in the potty. She has been very good at going #1 but finally after numerous accidents and frustrating moments, she, on her own accord went to the potty and went #2! !!! Hooray!!!!
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Speed of my life.
I haven't written anything of consequence in quite some time and
I'm not quite sure why that it is exactly but one thing I do know is it is
not because of lack of consequential things going on in my life.
I love music. I have a passion for music that is unmatched and
unrivaled in every single person I know, and thats what has been part
of the difficulty of my journey so far. I live in a town where lots of
people say they love music, but in fact they really don't, they mostly
love making money off of music or the commercial success that music can
bring. A lot can happen to a person when their name gets plastered on
every magazine cover and newspaper ad across the country. Reality,
which used to seem true and real suddenly isn't so true and isn't so
real anymore! It's funny cause I've spent the last 15 years of my
life, whether I knew it or not, studying all of this that is going on
around me, and my reality, or sometimes the lack there of have struck
me with an intense pain of passion that I have yet to find a match in
anyone I have ever encountered!
None of this is probably making any sense to some of you who do not
really know me but I'll try to get to the point here soon. I grew up
in a what many people would consider a great home. I have a loving
mother who protected me and cared for me and raised me to the best of
her ability, and a step father who came into the picture and really
provided me with the best education I have ever received from anywhere
and anyone! I don't have a relationship with my father and I most
likely never will. From my earliest memories that I have, I remember
loving music! I remember making tapes off of the radio and remember
trying to learn how to play the songs I love so much. My mom made sure
that I grew up in church and was always there anytime the doors were
open. I have various opinions about that, but one thing happened to me
the first time I heard music that wasn't allowed in my house or
church. Something struck a chord inside of me that resinated and
reverberated and hasn't stopped to this day! I heard something in that
music that seemed real and authentic and pure and full of passion and
compared to everything else I was listening to was just better. That
record was Tom Petty's Full Moon Fever and the song was Free Fallin'.
I was still pretty young at the time but I vividly remember everything
about that song and especially the video that dominated MTV, (which I
really wasn't allowed to watch but would spend hours during the day
while my mom was at work soaking it up). It wasn't until later when
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers came out with the "Wildflowers" record
that I understood what I was really listening to. I remember sneaking
around to buy that tape, and having my mom later get rid of it. I'm
writing about all of this because a documentary has just been released
called "Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Runnin' down a dream" by Peter
Bogdonovich. I had the chance to watch part of it the other day and it
is the best rockumentary that I have ever seen. It was really an
amazing experience watching because all of these memories were flooding
my brain about my childhood and connecting so many dots that I haven't
thought about before. I was almost in tears at several points as I was
listening and watching and realizing why I knew that this music was so
completely different than the stuff I was forced fed. Its funny though
now to think back and realize all this because it helps me understand
why I am so different and why things just don't fit in my life the way
the "normal" world tries to make things fit for everyone else. I was
telling my wife about all of this and telling her that I connect so
well to the Heartbreaker's music because it has seemed that throughout
their journey of producing great music, that same music has sort of
matched the speed of my life and painted some of the same pictures of
my struggle to be who I am made to be. The documentary ends with some
live footage of the song "Learning to Fly" and the chorus if you don't
already know has the line "I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings,
Comin down is the hardest thing." Is there a greater anthem for life
than this? I certainly haven't experienced one!
I don't want to give off the impression that there is no other good
form of authentic music, but merely am just recalling some of my memories and emotions that surround me. There is so much here that I could go on for hours, but that stuff would probably be best left for another time. Long live rock and roll!
I'm not quite sure why that it is exactly but one thing I do know is it is
not because of lack of consequential things going on in my life.
I love music. I have a passion for music that is unmatched and
unrivaled in every single person I know, and thats what has been part
of the difficulty of my journey so far. I live in a town where lots of
people say they love music, but in fact they really don't, they mostly
love making money off of music or the commercial success that music can
bring. A lot can happen to a person when their name gets plastered on
every magazine cover and newspaper ad across the country. Reality,
which used to seem true and real suddenly isn't so true and isn't so
real anymore! It's funny cause I've spent the last 15 years of my
life, whether I knew it or not, studying all of this that is going on
around me, and my reality, or sometimes the lack there of have struck
me with an intense pain of passion that I have yet to find a match in
anyone I have ever encountered!
None of this is probably making any sense to some of you who do not
really know me but I'll try to get to the point here soon. I grew up
in a what many people would consider a great home. I have a loving
mother who protected me and cared for me and raised me to the best of
her ability, and a step father who came into the picture and really
provided me with the best education I have ever received from anywhere
and anyone! I don't have a relationship with my father and I most
likely never will. From my earliest memories that I have, I remember
loving music! I remember making tapes off of the radio and remember
trying to learn how to play the songs I love so much. My mom made sure
that I grew up in church and was always there anytime the doors were
open. I have various opinions about that, but one thing happened to me
the first time I heard music that wasn't allowed in my house or
church. Something struck a chord inside of me that resinated and
reverberated and hasn't stopped to this day! I heard something in that
music that seemed real and authentic and pure and full of passion and
compared to everything else I was listening to was just better. That
record was Tom Petty's Full Moon Fever and the song was Free Fallin'.
I was still pretty young at the time but I vividly remember everything
about that song and especially the video that dominated MTV, (which I
really wasn't allowed to watch but would spend hours during the day
while my mom was at work soaking it up). It wasn't until later when
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers came out with the "Wildflowers" record
that I understood what I was really listening to. I remember sneaking
around to buy that tape, and having my mom later get rid of it. I'm
writing about all of this because a documentary has just been released
called "Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Runnin' down a dream" by Peter
Bogdonovich. I had the chance to watch part of it the other day and it
is the best rockumentary that I have ever seen. It was really an
amazing experience watching because all of these memories were flooding
my brain about my childhood and connecting so many dots that I haven't
thought about before. I was almost in tears at several points as I was
listening and watching and realizing why I knew that this music was so
completely different than the stuff I was forced fed. Its funny though
now to think back and realize all this because it helps me understand
why I am so different and why things just don't fit in my life the way
the "normal" world tries to make things fit for everyone else. I was
telling my wife about all of this and telling her that I connect so
well to the Heartbreaker's music because it has seemed that throughout
their journey of producing great music, that same music has sort of
matched the speed of my life and painted some of the same pictures of
my struggle to be who I am made to be. The documentary ends with some
live footage of the song "Learning to Fly" and the chorus if you don't
already know has the line "I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings,
Comin down is the hardest thing." Is there a greater anthem for life
than this? I certainly haven't experienced one!
I don't want to give off the impression that there is no other good
form of authentic music, but merely am just recalling some of my memories and emotions that surround me. There is so much here that I could go on for hours, but that stuff would probably be best left for another time. Long live rock and roll!
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