I had a random epiphany today. I remembered the first time that knew I was a music person. There have been several, going way back

I remember the first time that I remember hearing The Rolling Stones.

I remember the first time my dad told me the that The Rolling Stones are the best rock band that ever existed.

I remember the first time I ever heard ‘Live Forever’, by Oasis, my favorite song.

And lastly I remember when I discovered Radiohead. It’s your own fault if you didn’t.

So this nostalgic post shouldn’t be without some jokes right? I mean, I remember when I heard creed, nickelback, and fall out boy too. But it wasn’t like a Kennedy/911 thing, they weren’t good enough to warrant my emotional attention. Also, Fuck them. ‘Dance, Dance’, is catchy, and Photograph has a few good lyrics, but that’s no consolation.

My dad doesn’t look for new music, he gets it through me, and that’s proof that Oasis is cross-generational, because he paid for the tickets! I learned guitar because of Noel Gallagher, and I started scribbling out songs because of Brandon Boyd. Hopefully, the world will hear a fusion of both, and I won’t have to work at Speedway anymore.

Before that last sentence drastically lowers my perceived intelligence level, I have a bachelors degree mother-fuckers. But It’s okay, because I’m fooling around with multiple partners right now, and by multiple partners, I mean bands. We play covers now, we will play great songs in the future, and I hope you love them.

The thing I love about this stupid blog, is that I can sit here, and pretend that people are listening. I laugh to myself sometimes, because it’s probably nobody, but it’s just words on new age paper, and that’s alright with me. Live for what you wanna do, absolutely do not wanna do what you live for.

So I haven’t made the music thing solvent yet, but I hope to. I have spent way too much money on guitars, effects, and amplifiers. Not that I want to be famous, I just want to have that little piece of the world that makes shitty bars better for those who are in the shitty bar market. Who can hate that?

I may not write the next ‘Morning Glory’, which I won’t. But I have a great group of people around me with tremendous potential, and I hope that’s a good starting point. I know that four drunken punk addicts with a herion problem is a better story, but I’m being serious here. Also three type A personalities with a cocaine addiction and a drummer, platinum.

Like I said that’s not me, but anybody can be a psychologist right?