Y'know who else I really dig? The Counting Crows. They've been around for awhile, and I think "August and Everything After" was probably one of the first albums I ever became "aware of", if you will.
It was part of my musical awakening. But I will always give Green Day credit for being my "first". If you don't understand, don't bother to try. Music is me. That's all I gots to say 'bout that.
Well, speaking of music, I recently found a love for this new band out on the go. I don't know much about 'em, but they kind of (in a vocal sense) remind me of the Crows. Crash Parallel is the name of the band. All I can say is that I really dig 'em. They don't just flat-out SUCK like most of the shit I hear on the radio these days. Those guys that sing "Money, honey"... wtf is the name of that group.. State of Shit. Or Shock. Or whatever the hell. Bunch of pussies, if you ask me. Man, even Hinder (lips of an angel) are better than them.
I mean, I can understand wanting to write songs about your love of a woman... that's all fine and dandy. But don't set it to a rock beat. If you're gonna scream and have distorted guitar, for fuck's sake make sure you have something to be angry about. Good rock 'n roll makes you wanna be angry. Well, not rock 'n roll from back in the day, such as Bill Haley, Elvis, early Johnny Cash.
The new rock. That's what I'm talkin' about here. It sounds a little angry, and so it should. Distorted guitars; voices that sound like they've been gargling whiskey. Lyrics about pussy, coke, and being stoned or hungover.
Buckcherry does a fan-goddamn-tastic job of making good rock music, if you want my opinion. (and well, if you don't, what the fuck are you reading this for in the first place?) Everything from "Lit Up" (which is about the joys of cocaine) to Porno Star (which is about the joys of pussy), they have nailed(pardon the pun there) what rock music is about these days.
And I love it. It speaks to a part of me that no longer lives in the forefront of my mind. I've talked before about music taking me to a different place, and through Buckcherry, I can vicariously live that life I once lived. I can't ever forget where or who I once was. It made me who I am as a person today. Am I proud of the decisions I've made? Hell no, not all of them.
But I am a stronger person now because of everything I've done. I've been broken and beaten, and I'm still standing here right now.
Speaking of being proud... Well... I got to see some very beautiful pictures on Facebook this evening. So beautiful, in fact, that I cried.
My sister is 16 weeks preggo, and she has never ever looked better. My baby sister is gonna be a mommy. She looks so beautiful, and I am so proud of her. I love that girl so much, and cannot wait to be a part of her baby's life. I'm already envisioning holding my little niece/nephew in my arms and feeding him/her... I can see myself looking into eyes that partially belong to eyes I looked into nearly twenty seven years ago, and assuring those eyes that I will protect them with all the power I can muster from god's green earth... not only making that assurance, but also making a promise that nothing bad will ever come their way. They will always have a protector, in me.
Little baby, you will be safe in the arms of your uncle.
I can assure anyone reading this of one thing... If I decide that I want to let you into my life, you will not ever have anyone... not now, not ever again.... that will protect you with more fierceness than I.
I want to go play my piano now... But I can't, because it's just a little past midnight. I don't really think that'd be very prudent.
Speaking of not prudent, I've been farting alot lately. I think it's because of my decision to eat more fresh fruit. I have been eating/drinking/consuming alot of smoothies lately. I got the idea from dad... So obviously, like a good little boy, I wanted to do what dad was doing. I put my own spin on 'em (i.e. don't use the same ingredients as him). Well, I guess the adundance of fruit in my diet has had an adverse affect on my ass. I will say this much, though. I have noticed a huge difference in how I feel.
More energy, more... what... life, if you will. I just feel better.
Maybe that's also got to do with the removal of marijuana from my diet, as well. Should've done this five years ago.
But then, everything happens for a reason. I've always said that. Or have I? I dunno. My short term memory is the complete shits.
It's kinda funny 'bout that, though. I can remember the day Heidi was born, I can remember the first time I tied my shoelaces by myself, and I can remember pretty much any melody I have ever heard.
But I can't remember what I had for supper three days ago. Oh, the trials and tribulations of drug abuse.
I've come to a conclusion, or a thought, or whatever, about drugs, though. If and when I have children of my own, I am going to be very tolerant towards marijuana. That's not to say I'm going to support it if my child chooses to get high, but I will educate them myself. I will NOT leave it up to the schools and police, because they are all too one-sided. I've been there; I know the dangers of it. I also know how harmless it could be.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not gonna get stoned with my child, or anything like that. But if they wanna know about pot, I'll tell 'em.
One thing I will have ZEEERRRROOOOOO tolerance for, however is cigarettes. Fuck those damn dirty cancer sticks.
I'm on my third day without 'em now, and I have never felt better. Mind you, I still want one after a meal, or something like that, but I'm doing things to reduce those cravings. I didn't think it was possible to really go "cold turkey", but here I am. The cravings aren't as bad as I would've thought, to be honest. It's not half as hard as I first pictured it. Then again, I only smoked maybe one or two a day for the last two weeks, anyhow. So it was pretty much a gradual thing, but here I am, third day with no nicotene, and I feel like a million and a half bucks.
Hmm... I think I'm gonna take leave of this now. I have recently discovered http://www.southparkzone.com and I love it. Every single South Park episode ever aired is on that site. Mind you, they are censored (to a degree), but that's irrelevant. I've watched about five or six shows in the last couple of days (who knew south park could help be quit smoking), and I really forgot how funny that show really is. The latter seasons seem to be a little preachy, but I really don't care. It's just flat-out funny. I have always liked offensive humor, and the boys from that little town in Colorado know just how to do it. If I think back hard enough, I think Andrew Dice Clay was the guy who opened up my eyes as to how funny offensive humor could be.
I don't expect alot of people to share my views on it, and that's cool. I have a potty mouth, and I highly doubt I'm gonna change. I love my fucks and my shits and my cocksuckers and motherfuckers.
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