In this paper I hope to point out several advantages to my taking driving lessons, and possibly persuade you (my parents) to, if not allow me, at least take note of the points made herein and my dedication and initiative with regard to the attainment of this goal.


One: Easing of responsibilities on your part.
1) By being able to drive, I would be able to transport myself to various locations and events, allowing you to stay at home and not have to ferry me around.
2) I would also be able to run various errands, such as to the grocery store and ferrying Pippa (my sister) to and from choir, allowing you to continue whatever you may be doing (work, nap, etc.)
3) On long driving excursions, (vacations, road trips, etc.) I would be able to take shifts at the wheel, thus providing a break for the two of you, and easing the workload.

Two: Parental involvement in the learning process.
1) By my learning how to drive now, you would have much more say and control in the learning process, and be able to temper my lessons with your own advice and experience.
2)You would be able to monitor my progress more directly if I learned sooner, and adjust my driving privileges respectively.

Three: Safety.
1) By being able to drive, I would be able to provide somewhat safer rides than some of the people with whom I currently carpool.
2) In case of emergency when both parents are out of the house, I would be able to rapidly transport myself or Pippa to the hospital.


I hope that your reading this has, if not convinced you to allow me to take Driver's Ed, at least made you stop to consider my arguments, and demonstrated some of the means I will go to to try and achieve this end.

-P.S. I wanted to put up a poll to see how effective this is in general, but I don't have the know-how to set it up. But if you want to give me feedback, dop me a line at spaceguy@mac.com

Tunes: "Don't Toss Us Away", Lone Justice; "Volvo-Driving Soccer Mom", Everclear; "Life in a Northern Town", Dream Academy; "Message in a Bottle", The Police.

Dang Sunday night was a trip. I didn't know squat about either team (I decided to root for Tampa Bay cause I used to live there), I was the only one in my family who a) could make it to Tripp's party, and b) knew and/or cared about the game. All went well, and I won the pool, which raised a few problems on its own, seeing as I'm not really supposed to gamble, and Tripp unwittingly informed my dad of the "good" news rather directly. All turned out OK, though, and the amount of support I got from seminarians was quite touching. By 6:00 the following night I'd received two emails from people who hadn't even been there making sure I wasn't grounded or the like.

Tunes: "The Joy of Your World", MC Paul Barman; "Truly Madly Deeply", Savage Garden; "Baby I Love Your Way", UB40.

Tonight I went to a fellow parishoner's place to see a slideshow he had compiled from a cruise of certain islands in the southern Indian ocean, down south near Antarctica. There were beautiful landscapes, lots and lots and lots of cute penguins, several not-as-cute elephant seals, and bizarre vegetation. all in all it was a nice evening, I suppose, but I was a bit preoccupied as my beloved iPod has taken ill and needs a replacement battery, and I am running short on time before the warranty runs out. :-( But life is generally good so I'm just gonna bum around and have a good time like normal.

Tunes: "Swing, Swing", All-American Rejects.

I had a match But she had a lighter
I had a flame But she had a fire
I was bright But she was much brighter
I was high But she was the sky
Oh baby I was bound for Mexico
Oh baby I was bound to let you go
I don't know much about Cinco de Mayo
I'm never sure what it's all about
But I say I want you And you don't believe me
You say you want me But I've got my doubts
Oh baby I was bound for Mexico
Oh baby I was bound to let you go
I had a match But she had a lighter
I had a flame But she had a fire
I was bright But she was much brighter
I was high But she was the sky
Oh baby I was bound for Mexico
Oh baby I was bound to let you go

"Bound for Mexico", Cake

I watched Hackers last night! Boy, what a crappy movie! The plot, premise, characters, script, effects... It all stank!!! The only thrills I got were from a) counting the actors I recognized (3), and b) laughing at the ridiculous interfaces and technical specs they gave their equipment. In 1995, a Pentium 6 processor in an Apple Powerbook??? Give me a break! And the visual effects portraying "hacking" were extremely lame. This is a movie I laugh at, not with.

Tunes: "We're Gonna Be Friends", White Stripes; "You're So Damn Hot", OK Go.

Halley's recent posts on Alpha Maledom have stirred mixed feelings in me. First, the exposure of trade secrets is somewhat unsettling; second, I have a deep-seated urge to find, hunt down and kill the informers; and third, I NEED to direct about half of my friends to read this stuff so they can stop pestering ME. Now if Halley can get up some posts about Alpha Females to take care of the other half...

Tunes: "Skokiaan", Louis Armstrong.

Having recently read certain of the works of Corey Doctorow (at the behest/insistence/demand of Dad), and I was extremely impressed. The science fiction and conspiracy theory-ism of Down and Out and 0wnz0red really struck a nerve, and I distanced myself for a short while afterwards, trying to come to grips with the plot twists and realities of the technology described to me. The first rational response I came up with was "Wow". The second, "I gotta get me some of that". In a Whuffie-based system I'd be much better off, not to mention the self-reparatory systems of 0wnz0red which I really want at th emoment as I have a sinus infection or something close. And should you read this, Corey, I'd be more than glad to try and draft you a screenplay for 0wnz0red. ^_^

Tunes: "Steve McQueen", Sheryl Crow; "Cruel to be Kind", Nick Lowe; "Mad Season", Matchbox 20.

OK I'm really sorry for dropping off the face of the planet like that. I'm sure I let down my faithful 15 or so daily readers, and I'm gonna put forth some effort into making sure it doesn't happen again. As a sort of recompense, and also because I'm sleep-deprived and a little buzzed for some reason, I feel like being reckless and so I'm going to break news here that is exclusive. I haven't even talked to my parents about it yet, mainly because they're asleep, like I should be at this ungodly hour, but there's no way I'm getting back to sleep now. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. The important theme of to(night? day?)'s blog can be summed up in four words: I met this girl. Reality check time. I didn't physically meet her, a somewhat pushy mutual friend tried to set us up over Instant Messenger, and had I been coherent when she started I probably would have told her to not even bother. You're a dear, Aurora, but your judgement is sometimes foggy in these matters. However, after a little sugar and some death threats on Aurora's part, this girl Rachel and I started talking and the rest, as they say, is history. (I actually don't like that expression for some reason but I just can't help myself.) Now, all that really happened was we got to know each other and we had a nice long talk into the wee hours of the night, and I'm probably going to have to have a long talk with my parents, but I'm confident that I'm on top of the situation. If it develops, that's fabulous; if not, I'll have another friend and I'm no worse off than before.

There will most likely be more on this subject later on. I'd like to apologize again for my absence, and promise that I'm going to try very hard to get in at LEAST two or three postings a week.

It's good to be home. ^_^

Tunes: "Then I Met You", The Proclaimers; "Lifetime", Maxwell; "One Wild Night", Bon Jovi.

OK, I'm going to talk about Lord of the Rings tonight. My hopes and expectations were high, and well met. Three hours of, maybe not captivating but intense filmography. It didn't concentrate nearly as much on Frodo, which was nice, the battle footage was well done, the Ents were extremely satisfying, and Gollum was superbly portrayed. On the downside, there were some disappointing flashback and dream squences, and the movie doesnt get as far along in the plotline as I would have hoped. But all the same, I find myself counting the days (4) until I see it again.

Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you were to find an isolated place and cut yourself off from the world? To distance yourself as fully as possible from the masses and media, from divisions and differences, and live apart from it all? How different would you be? How different COULD you be? Is there a part of us buried way down deep inside us that, if released, could allow us to survive apart from company, apart from others, and leave beind the technologies and industries that from most of our lives? Or are we bound to them, having them be a part of us, relying on them so heavily that, in removing ourselves from that support, we collapse? Is there any way of knowing?

Tunes: "Set It Off", Audioslave; "Belong", R.E.M.; "The Kids Aren't Alright", Offspring.

OK, two-part post. First is the boring newsy stuff. This weekend was so incredibly long. Friday was pretty laid back. I dropped into the gym class I dropped out of a little while back and am going to sign back in. I'd really forgotten how good it feel to work up a sweat in competitive sports. Especially dodge ball. After that I went and saw a movie with my buddy Tim and bummed around online playing cribbage the rest of the night. The insanity begins on Saturday. I sang at church from about 10 to 5 at various practices and a wedding, and got home in just enough time to eat dinner and take a breather before gong to an overnight party at a friend's house (that I had to leave at midnight because it was a coed thing. I'm going to have a "discussion" with my parents about this.) Sunday morning I was at church in the morning from 9 to 1, because there was a forum from the search committee. I went back at 3:45 to practice for the Lessons and Carols service that evening, which went rather well, and once the service and reception were all over and done with, I went home and collapsed on my bed.

OK, Part Two. The movie I saw on Friday, "Real Women Have Curves", was one of the best movies I have seen in quite a while. Yes, it is kind of a chick flick, but that only increases the allure for me. It's about a young woman who, after graduating from high school, is forced to work in her sister's dress-making factory with her sister and her mother, with whom she clashes frequently, instead of going to college like she wants to. While learning more about her sister and mother and trying to write her essay for her college application, she also starts going out with a boy from her school. And the whole thing is so freaking beautiful! Go out and see it in the theater NOW nefore it leaves. Not at the cost of your Two Towers tickets, though.

"Comfortably Numb", Pink Floyd; "Hate & War", The Clash; "Stuck In America", Sugarcult.

Not too much happening in my world; An all-day movie fest last saturday, my brother was home for the weekend, and I might be forming a band with some of my friends. The feel-good technique I've been using hasn't really let me down yet, and I'm starting to wonder if it's unhealthy in some way not to feel bad at all. I feel kind of like Ron Livinston in Office Space after he gets hypnotized-- encountering problems but shrugging them off as they come. I'm having cares but not worries. And it feels really really good.

Tunes: "Video Killed the Radio Star", The Buggles; "Good Times Roll", The Cars.

Thanksgiving was all well and good, as far as that goes. We got to watch the special edition Lord of the Rings dvd and we ate Mom's enchiladas and listened to "Alice's Restaurant". And then we watched Koyaanisqatsi. Dang. That movie is so amazing. I'd practically grown up listening to the music, which was eerie and haunting and fascinating enough, but the movie was all that and hypnotic. There was beauty in the images, and there were shots that had some obscure meaning open to your own interpretation, and the blend of film and music was extremely well done. There was no separation of soundtrack and film, there was only the whole. In case you can't tell, it made a lasting impression.

KOYAANISQATSI
ko. yaa. nis. katsi.
n. 1. crazy life. 2. life in turmoil.
3. life disintegrating. 4. life out of balance.
5. a state of life that calls for another way of living.

Mom and Dad have been traipsing about Toronto at the AAR/SBL conference for the last few days, meaning that yours truly has been in charge of the house. Trips like this make me admire and respect my parents much more than usual. Generally things have gone well: I just stock up on movies and Pippa bascially takes care of herself for the most part. It also helps that I've been trying out a new method for keeping myself on the right track: I do not allow myself to feel sad/angry/mopey/depressed. In unavoidable situations I listen to soothing music and go back to square one. It's worked for three days, and I have high hopes for future success.

Tunes: "Three MCs and One DJ", Beastie Boys; "Slippery People", Talking Heads.

The other night I went with a group of friends and my little sister to see the new Harry Potter movie. I hadn't been expecting too much. Sequels in general tend to be the weakest part of a series, and this rule of thumb is certainly true of the book. However, Harry Potter 2 was, if not a better movie, certainly more entertaining than the first. The screenplay was relatively well adapted, but as a result of having to compact a somewhat hefty book into approximately 160 pages, the movie is nonstop action-- not a minute is wasted plotwise, excepting Quidditch. The camerawork is fairly par with last time: wide, sweeping shots of beautiful landscapes and architecture whenever possible. The acting is generally well done, especially Kenneth Branagh, but because we only see Harry at times when he is under the heavy burden of saving the world, there isn't as much variety in his character as one might like. There is also a beautifully done bit at the end (SPOILERS BEWARE) when Ron and Harry reunite with Hermione, and Hermione flings herself into Harry's arms, and turns to Ron. The moment of awkward and conflicting emotions between and inside them is absolutely perfect as they stand for a moment, and then shake hands, extending their arms as far as possible.

Tunes: "Woke Up This Morning", A3; "No Thugs In Our House", XTC.

Diagnostics check: Eyes still dilated. Pulse fast but strong. Can't sit still but managing all right. Ah, the wonders that adrenaline, testosterone, hormones, and chocolate can do. Anyweay, sorry abou the slow week. I've been behind, plus my wonderful mother discovered the text I've been screenwriting from, so I've been bingeing on that project the last few nights. But we had the first real snowfall today!!!!! I celebrated the event with some of my very close friends in a bonding ritual involving makeshift hot chocolate and candles. But wow am I wired. This is not the condition I need to be in, considering I have to get up early for church tomorrow morning, but I'll manage somehow.

Tunes: "Hiphopper", Thomas Rusiak; "Jackass", Bloodhound Gang.

This morning I roused myself at a horrifyingly early hour and still managed to have a very good day. I'll file that under "Freak Happenings to Investigate". So I took the L to church, arriving at 7:45, tied up some loose ends, and bummed around for an hour or so, during which Mom and I got the news about our new car. So that was a boost, and I then spent an hour hanging out with my friend and ex-co-head boy Mark, which is always fun. Choir went all right, and I went to lunch at Clarke's with Stu and Connor and Mr. Bee, after which I went home, kept loading up the iPod, went back to church for youth group, which was exceptionally good today as we got a larger crowd than our usual three or four. I came back home, put even more songs on the iPod (971 songs and counting), and played lots of cribbage with my online cronies, one of the simple pleasures in life.

Tunes: "Absolutely (Story of a Girl)", Nine Days; "Mambo De La Luna", Kirsty MacColl; "Lose Yourself", Eminem.

Today was a happy day. I had geometry class in the morning, which was ok. But when I got home... IT was there waiting for me. With trembling hands, I tore open the package and beheld the sheer magnificence of: My very own iPod. OK, thats where most of the drama goes out the window. It took me three hours to get it to work properly, and that was a erious bummer, but oh my was it worth it. Bearing the vast majority (914 songs) of my music library, with a gig left to spare, and only the size of a deck of cards. And i don't care about those whiners complaining about the size of the earphones. The quality more thatn makes up for any size problems (which I incedentally haven't noticed). Also, in recent events, I got a nice easy scene in drama class this go-round. We're doing the Glass Menagerie and I am one of many Toms.

Tunes: "What's Golden?", Jurassic 5; "Across the Universe", Fiona Apple

Hey there. Halloween weekend was... really fun. The actual day went fine; all the seminary kids came in a clump, and that was about it for trick-or-treaters at our house. I didn't go out, seeing as mom bought candy for many many more kids than came. Friday night I sang the Fauré reqiuem at the all soul's mass at St. Luke's, which was the most beautiful musical performance I've been a part of since last Christmas. And then Saturday. Football practice, a few hour's work at the office, and just enough time to grab a bite for dinner and throw on a quick'n'easy costume (Steve Jobs. Hey, jeans and a black turtleneck and you're set) before going out to a party hosted by some of the local homeschoolers. It was really intensely great. I'm sure that most of you reading this are familiar with party setups from your teenage or college years. I don't get to do that very often so this was a real treat. However, the morning after wasn't exactly fabulous. First off, after a really intense long party, I tend to go through a stage I call Post-Party Limbo, limbo being used in a more purgatory-esque case rather than the stick. I sit around, only listen to quiet, gentle music, and am generally listless. Now this usually works fine, I just space out for a day. However, waking up bright and early for three and a half hours of church doesn't exactly help the case. So now I'm finally back on a (relatively) normal track, and ready to face another long and daunting week.

Tunes: "Freedom", Housemartins; "Smash the Marketplace", Screaming Blue Messiahs.

For the last two weeks I've gotten server errors every time I tried to post something. So I eventually complain to Dad, who logs into my blogger account, and it started working perfectly again. So I'm back! last weekend I went to the McSweeney's vs. TMBG show down at the Athenaeum, which was awesome. The show was split into three parts: The first part was the opening band, the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players, who are amazing, being a family of three: the father plays keyboard and sings, the mother runs the slide projector, and the eight-year-old daughter plays drums and sings. They are incedentally on Conan O'Brian next tuesday night, if any of you stay up that late. The second part of the show comprised readings by such esteemed literary, graphic, and radio personalities as Dave Eggers, Keith Knight, and Ira Glass. And the third section was the set. they may only have had fifteen minutes for their set, but gosh darn it, they wanted to make it one of the best fifteen-minute sets ever. And they did. With classics such as "Why Does The Sun Shine?", oddities like the 18-songs-in-3-minutes set "Fingertips", and newer songs ("Robot Parade", "Au Contraire"), it was truly a night to remember.

On a side note, I recently received a Handspring Visor from my mother, and I just ordered my iPod, so I feel the vestiges of geek euphoria coming on.

Tunes: "Bill's Rap", the Cardboards; "Follow You, Follow Me", Genesis

I had a choir rehearsal tonight for those choir memberswho volunteered to perform the Fauré Requiem for the All Souls service, and I'm still basking in the aftermath of such glorious music. I haven't had that good a musical experience since the ATBs of the men and boy's choir performed Biebl's Ave Maria last Christmas. In the way of more random thoughts, I'm excited about the upcoming They Might Be Giants concert that I'm going to this weekend, and Tim and I are close enough to finished with our script that we're thinking about agents and such. Maybe Halley can give me a tip or two...

Tunes: "Requiem", Fauré; "Ave Maria", Biebl

Blogger has been REALLY ticking me off lately. Server errors have made me unable to broadcast my (mostly nonsensical and unimportant) writing. But anyway... The last two nights I have trekked into downtown Chicago with my church choir to eat a fast-food dinner and spend three hours a night being filmed for BBC's "Songs of Praise". While the show is most unavailable to those of us in the USA, there's a decent chance our overseas friends might see me, assuming they watch tv on Sunday mornings. On top of that, I've started a goemetry course with a lot of other homeschoolers.While I have taken geometry before, this one is being taught in a very different way that involves lots of paper plates, bobby pins, and being at class for three hours on Wednesday mornings before I normally wake up. My strategy for next time is to bring coffee. Lots of coffee.

I just today watched Moonlight Mile with some very close friends. This is one of the best movies i have seen in quite a while. And coming from me, that's saying something. It is funny and sad at the same time, the story is well written, the plot is unpredictable, and the actors are phenomenal. Especially Susan Sarandon. Moonlight Mile is also the sort of movie that sucks you into it, leaving you only dimly aware of the world outside the movie. The story is about a young man whose fiance has just been killed, and he decides to stay on with his would-be in-laws. The way grief is mixed with humor is wonderful and artfully done and is very realistic. The main downer of he film is the ending, which is a bit overdone and drags on longer than necessary. But all in all it is a movie well worth seeing.

Tunes: "Ain't No Mountain High Enough", Marvin Gaye; "Unwanted", Kill Hannah

I feel kinda out of the loop with Dad and everyone at the DIDW conference, but I did heartily enjoy Gary and Steve's accounts of Volvo guy. Still, things have been really life as usual here. It's like when you go early to a fireworks display to get good seats... And then you're stuck waiting there for an hour or two until the show actually starts. For me, fireworks include activities from sleeping over at friend's houses to a They Might Be Giants concert and a requiem service. So to fill the time, I goof off, I write movies, I write songs, and I look ahead and start examining colleges, the current highlight being Wheaton college in Massachusetts. After asking a high school friend of Dad's who lives nearby there his opinion, he gave me words of encouragement: "Bon Chance! (That means 'Take a chance with this bon bon' in French)"

Tunes: "Big Balls", AC/DC; "Things I'll Never Say", Avril Lavigne

My Life: the Movie is probably a really boring concept, and it won't work anyway, but for quite a while now I've fantasized about writing the quintessential teen movie. And when I say teen movie, I'm talking more John Hughes than sex jokes, but still I haven't seen a "teen movie" that really captures the essence of teenagerdom. John Hughes does well, but Happily Ever Afters just don't happen, and while dirty jokes are common, life is not all drugs, beer busts and sex. What is needed is to find the balance between the parties and good times and the gritty real life and downers. And since I seriously doubt anyone in Hollywood is going to come to the same conclusion (or at least won't expect it to sell), the burden falls to me. So I give you a piece of the beginning of a draft of the Quintessential Teen Movie.

Fade in to sneakers plodding down a sidewalk. The sunlight splays across the pavement in mellow tones of yellow and orange. Circle around the feet a couple of times, then slowly look up along and past the worn jeans, up to the heavy backpack and t-shirt, and up into the face of a teenage boy. He has shaggy brown hair, small glasses, and a few pimples. He looks tired and slightly discouraged, his head drooping slightly. We watch him enter a duplex on a beautiful street. Inside, the house is badly in need of cleaning up. Things are strewn all over. He dumps his backpack on the floor.

Boy (loudly)
Hello!

A muffled voice comes from upstairs.

Voice (O.S.)
Hey, honey!

The boy pulls open a door and goes downstairs to the basement, which, while messy, is somewhat more organized: a pile of tapes surround the TV, a table is piled high with Legos, and one table in the corner has a computer with two prominent speakers, a printer, and other peripherals scattered around it. He sits down in front of the computer and , clicking, starts blaring loud music. He then leans back, closes his eyes, and breathes deeply. Suddenly he snaps up and begins typing rapidly.

Lately I've been listening to a favorite song of mine, "Crawling in the Dark", by Hoobastank. The lyrics really get to me, the second verse most of all, especially when I'm feeling down and confused.

"Help me carry on Assure me it's ok to use my heart and not my eyes to navigate the darkness Will the ending ever be coming sudenly? Will I ever get to see the ending to my story? Show me what it's for make me understand it I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answers Is there something more than what I've been handed I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answers"

And I at least am crawling in the darkness, fumbling my way through this twisted obstacle course called Life. So far I've been lucky enough to find friends, other explorers groping their way also, but now we have each other to cling to and reassure ourselves and each other that we are not alone and not to be afraid of what is to come. Some may lose their hold and lose their way, but there are always willing hands waiting for them if they find their way back.

Tunes "Crawling in the Dark", Hoobastank; "Smells Like Teen Spirit", Nirvana.

Yesterday was really kinda boring, so I opted for the activity that holds the all-time record on time-wasting for me: The Sims. The Sims, for those of you outside the gaming loop, is a game where you create a person or persons and pretty much run their lives for them. Right now I'm working on two seperate projects: creating the perfect sim by means of exploiting loopholes in the program, and managing a house full of sims based on me and my homeschooling friends. The second one has proved quite annoying, as we've had more than our fair share of fires, burglaries, cockroach infestations, and other such accidents. Now, any rational person would take these experiences to the conclusion that if its frustrating and eventually pointless, then one should stop. And that tought did come to me, and I resolved to quit- until my sim got a promotion at work.

Tunes: "Clint Eastwood", Gorillaz; "Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta", Geto Boys; "It's Going Down", X-Ecutioners.

OK, this blogger connection problem is starting to peeve me greatly. But I won't start ranting about that because it's pointless to moan about things you can't help. The major event of the last few days was: I learned football. I am sure some of you reading this will be shocked that a young hardy american boy knew virtually nothing of this national pastime, but I was raised into baseball and basketball and the One True Sport: Ultimate Frisbee. However, havig recently been askeed to referee the Seabury games, I found myself in a student's apartment last night, watching the Broncos/Ravens game with root beer in hand. Which, as games went, was a relative slaughter, but it served my purposes admirably, because the Broncos, who did not seem exactly on top of things, provided ample oppurtunity for me to learn foul types and signals. And to whoever the Bronco's QB was that night: even I knew that chest-slamming a ref is a really really stupid move.

Tunes: "Across The Night", Silverchair; "I Love LA", Randy Newman.

Now, before anyone starts ragging on me for not blogging: It's not my fault. I've written something every day but every time i finish writing my connection to blogger dies so i can't post or log out or anything, which has peeved me greatly. So, in summary, the last week has been relatively packed. On Tuesday, I had my first homeschool drama class of the year. We're starting with "The Odd Couple", and we've been having fun with that. There was also a dessert function at the seminary to welcome the incoming class that was pretty fun. Wednesday was mostly work, in the form of office work, homework, blocking lines, and composing more lyrics and music (finished one song and another on the way), topped off with a late night game party next door. Thursday I worked some more in various ways, watched "Barbershop" again, went to a service at the seminary, and went down to choir. Friday: Even more work *gasp* along with going out with the usual suspects to see The Four Feathers, which was fabulous, and ending the night over at Tim's house.And today I hung out with Tim for most of the morning then came back home to play The Sims and beat my Dad at Star Wars: Podracer. OK, in all fairness he DID give me a run for my money, but I did triumph in the end.

Tunes: "A Praise Chorus", Jimmy Eat World; "Wide, Wide River", The Fugs; "Rock Star", N*E*R*D

There are times when I feel like Rob in Nick Hornsby's High Fidelity, minus most of the girl trouble. I realize that detracts a lot from Rob's character, but the point I'm trying to make is that I have almost an obsession with music, I am opinionated about bands/genres/sounds, what I listen to affects how I feel immensely... In short, music is a very major part of my life. And so, in an effort to put some more quality music out into the world (and a drive to fulfill a childhood dream), I have started writing songs. Using an old electric keyboard (My brother left behind three composition programs on the computer that would work extremely well but I have no clue how to use them), I've managed to crank out some lyrics and hopefully will have some instrumentation soon. Finding people to actually perform my work is a definite problem, but I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.

Tunes: "Girl", The Beatles; "Lovers in a Dangerous Time", Barenaked Ladies; "I'm On My Way", The Proclaimers; "When It's Over", Sugar Ray