I Am A Camera: January 2009

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Watching Your Parents

Did you ever know watch your parents to know when things were turning south? Like for instance, I remember a time when we were on a plane that had a very bad landing. But my parents were cool and calm and my brothers and I didn't think twice. Until they said something about it later, and I realized all was not okay, they just made it seem like it was.
To this day if I see my dad grip the steering wheel or act in some other similiar maneristic way, I start to get nervous and feeling sick to my stomach. Even if I have no clue what is going on. I know he isn't feeling well or there is something wrong.
I can tell the same thing by the tone in my mother's voice or the phrases she chooses in her speech. Same with my grandparents. Instantly still, I change too in a matter of seconds.
Even if I don't know of any threat or problem.
I'm generally calm. I'm just saying. Don't you experience the same thing? In an instant?

Oh Those Boys (Men?) of Music

Alright so.

The boys (men now? men...) of fall out boy. Grateful. They look like they have won the greatest job in the world and couldn't be happier. They stand there and look at us like we all came to grant them one special wish, not collective, no, all seperate, but all the same, and just for them. Each of us knows they have their own lives and we are not their sole source of happy. But for those moments. No one can even think of anywhere else. And making us feel so needed, so worthy of being there to see them because without us there would be no them, thats what sets them apart from all else.

Guitarist Frank Iero of My Chemical plays as though his very life depends on it. His body, his soul, his very being all merge into one collective entity, poured together and manifested into something
watching him is like watching a soul pour from his person live and in living color. and though i've only seen him on video, if his performance (which I don't think can rightly even be called a performance. it is like watching ________ in motion) that comes through >>> is any sort of telling, seeing him in person would evoke a level of awe only elicted by great works at the level of hearing Mozart or Beethoven in person for the very first time. To understand the movement from far away means the real-life must be incomprehensible.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Somehow

Somehow I miss the lights, even though I've barely seen them through the tunnel.

Im not watching

Just incase you were wondering.

"Eyes have not seen. Ears have not heard".
only this is a different kind of faith.

It just doesn't feel mine. So I made it by not (voluntarily) hearing or seeing.
I understand though. But it was their day.

But you'd better believe I wore red.white.andblue.
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Thursday, January 15, 2009

The East Room Farewell

Its been a trying 8 years and the wrinkles that consume his face and the silver hair that frames it could not tell a lie.

Actually sad to see him go; I got tired of hearing him used as the national whipping boy in the months leading up to the election. No matter what your politics, there are some things no one could understand, and diplorable acts aren't allowed by anyone.

As soon as I hear the first keys played it puts a smile on my face. I know they're talking about him, and it brings the smile down a notch as soon as I remember. But it doesn't mean the smile doesn't get there in the first place. Its just so. happy. And in such a funny, not-happy, but maybe if you took a pill or two sort of way.

Hey, it might be wrong, but at least I acknowledge it. As I bounce in my seat and play on the steering wheel inbetween snaps and plenty of gusto.

Ba ba ba ba benzadrine.

20 Dollar Nose Bleed [feat. Brendon Urie] - Fall Out Boy

Monday, January 05, 2009

"Detox Just to Re-tox"

We need to hear you sing about tradgedy.

buzz

dot.

there'll be a hole where something was.