"oh, what is sacred? romeo and juliette, for example. and all music is."
friends.
my dog, ninja.
dirty jeans.
worn out shoes.
smiling and laughing.
the nighttime.
the sunshine.
the ringing in my ears associated with standing too close to the PA.
cities.
fields.
screenprinting.
playing music on the radio that no one seems to appreciate.
bike rides.
high fives.
my dog when he was a puppy.
i listen exclusively to alex angus bands.
the peanut butter solution.
that thing you do.
empire records.
rock n roll highschool.
the wedding singer.
the edukators.
mmm. john cusack.
cute, ethan embry!
independant publishers. inexperienced authors. fiction and non-fiction. zines. craigslist missed connections and personal ads. ya know.
the words that you sang on a track that you wrote on a record that i lost when i moved two years ago. it all came back loud and clear it made me sad. i miss that band.the notes that you played all at once and one after another then the drums kicked in with the bass and you guys sounded so good together. it all came back loud and clear it made me sad. i miss that band.maybe if i close my eyes i’ll be back in a lansing basement nodding my head while you rock. i wish now just like i wished back then that we never have to ever grow up. it all came back loud and clear and made me sad. i miss that band.