Looking back down the road of this past year has been a topic on my mind a lot lately. I feel like there's this seasoned, mean cussin' old blues guitarist sittin next to me telling me to keep the past where it belongs, but then again I can't help but sit back and admire the stuff in there that puts me where I'm at now. All the places i've been, the ( Read more... )

When I first decided in 9th grade I was going to play guitar, my guitar gods who I wanted to be were the following. Hendrix, B.B. King, Tom Morrello, Randy Rhoads, Jimi Page and Stevie Ray Vaughan. I pretty much was in love with the soulful blues that was all inside the solos and riffs of these dudes. As I started playing though, I realized really ( Read more... )

I just finished a book on Bruce Lee entitled Artist of Life which brings together a whole bunch of writings he did throughout his life, from poetry to explaining his philosophy on martial arts, to his philosophy of life in general in efforts to bring about his self-awareness of himself. I've talked about him before, the man was incredibly deep. He ( Read more... )

I read through this journal today. The whole fucking thing from 2004 till now. Interesting looking back on these few years with a fresh set of eyes. Lessons i've learned since then, and problems that i have had throughout the whole time that i still have yet to soothe and heal.  Where have i progressed in the last 5 years? Some traits are obvious, ( Read more... )

you go through life following your own code of rules for the game ( Read more... )

its so very surreal and almost unnatural to be walking home in the morning light while the rest of the world is waking up. I feel myself with each step a single moment closer towards physical and mental collapse. Melinda was telling me tonight how my star sign doesn't bode well with the sun. I could have told her to fuck off with that astrological ( Read more... )

April 27th, 2009 ( Read more... )

Life is hilarious man ( Read more... )

I think after I grow my hair out really really long, I'm going to dread it.

Somewhere in college, I lost the excitement in playing music. I don't know how, or why, but for some reason, nothing I did seemed to be fun or worthwhile, or even inspiring to keep playing. Music became silence, a place to shut out everything else and finally have an empty place to clear my thoughts, but then, I would expect flawlessly amazing ( Read more... )