Elizabethtown

The rain falls down
on Elizabethtown
The St. Lawrence River has her fill
Tulips and daffodils
Come one come all 
to Victoria Hall, Brockville

I dunno.  This is just really funny to me.  Peace out.

Suspend

Temporarily delete your past
soot, memory, ash
The freedom to start anew
tree, leaves, grass

No longer the person we once knew
free to do things that aren't you

Today's piece was inspired by someone deleting their facebook account.  My sister used to do that a lot too.

I like the idea of starting fresh.  I like starting new journals because I feel as though the act of writing in a new book means that the mistakes I've made in the past no longer have a hold on me.  I like the idea of not being held to things I've said or stances I've taken.

I remember when I was in France, I had a cousin who greeted all his female friends with a kiss on the cheek and all his male friends with handshakes.  I was 15 at the time, but I thought that was so cool... and I was sad that I couldn't do that with my friends.  You see, I had already set the precedent.  I historically didn't do that, and it would have been weird to start.  Peace out.

Again

I check drawers I never opened
And thoroughly search under the bed
I close my suitcase with a sense of dread
I fight to ignore the voice in my head
It tells me to check that drawer again
My will bends
And breaks
I give my head a shake
And go over the room once more

It's not about rereturning but it follows the theme of doing things again.  I'm traveling for work tomorrow.   Traveling brings out the OCD in me.  I always feel like I've forgotten to pack something.  And when I leave the hotel, I go over every inch at least twice.  But I promise I'm normal in real life... mostly.  Peace out.

The Rereturning

I've been here before
I've scratched my name into the door
as if I was a person of importance
I rinse
and I repeat
I seek the beat with tested algorithms
We clap our hands
finding the rhythm 
My soul yearning
My fingers spurning
The rereturning

No, that is not a typo.  I'm such a creature of cycles.  I don't ever do anything new.  I just take turns doing different things that I've done in the past.  And when I get bored with the revisiting, I revisit something else.  I re-return.

I was looking for Scars on 45 in iTunes today and scrolled past S Club 7.  I miss them.  I re-returned.  I'm sure I've missed them before and had the same feeling of nostalgia when listening to their stuff... again.  It's funny cause the other night, I was thinking that I should listen to more music rather than listening to so many podcasts.  I cycle between the two and I guess right now I'm podcast heavy.  I immediately started getting overwhelmed by all the music I wanted to listen to.  I immediately thought of Kate Walsh, William Fitzsimmons, Scars on 45, The Fray, Lady Antebellum.. and I just thought about Peter Bradley Adams.

With that list, I was surprised to find myself playing a bunch of P!nk songs on guitar today that I don't think I've ever heard P!nk sing.  I've only heard the covers.  And now I'm rambling, so I'm done.  Peace out.

Arrows

I shot an arrow last night into the dark
and woke up this morning to find out I broke a heart

Watched the finale of Bachelorette today.  It's a show about how 1 girl breaks the hearts of 24 guys so that she can say yes to 1 of them.  That's crazy.  Peace out.

Adjusted

losing my voice
shouting to the heavens
why me?
why this?
opening and closing doors
not letting me decide for myself
taking away the kiss
the ms.
my only heart's wish

Watched Adjustment Bureau again tonight.  Don't worry... only my second time... today... j/k... second time ever.  I like movies where a couple meets, dates, falls apart for some reason and then gets back together at the end.  If only there were more movies like that around.  I don't get why hollywood doesn't get it and just makes these kind of movies.  I'm sure people would like them.

I think it's interesting to think about how maybe it's not your fault that you don't end up with Susan Glenn (Axe commercial reference).  Maybe it was due to some dudes in hats, opening and closing doors and controlling your life.  Or maybe Susan Glenn chose the wrong guy.  I like that term - Wrong Guy.  It's not very acceptable.  People don't want to think that they can marry the wrong person after putting so much thought into it.  I dunno and don't presently have to worry about that.  Peace out.

Rain

Walking in the rain
Slower than normal in order to raise my coolness level
Hair soaked to the brain
Unwilling to allow myself to settle
I would run if I had some motivation
An audience that was waiting
I would hurry if I could shake the sensation
the feeling that it's impossible for us to be dating

Walked in the rain today for the first time in a while. Not as romantic a situation as I would have hoped. It wasn't like I was taking a walk in Paris in the rain. And it wasn't like you were waiting for me. Peace out.

Holding Fast

Holding fast
In grid
Waiting for movement
Red light strands from tail lights in long exposure photos
I stand still as the world revolves around me
I shift into neutral and wait for the push

I think this piece is extremely clever. Hahaha. Hopefully when years have come and gone, it won't be so clever that I forget what in the world this thing is about.

Living the dream for one more day. Peace out.

Settle

I was told I needed to meet you
To see you with my own eyes
I was told I needed to greet you
and put aside all the lies

The lies I tell myself concerning what I want
I lose my nerves and lose my mettle
and my fingers slip and I lose all desire to settle
It's better to be red than dead

I don't remember if I've discussed my settling theory on this blog.  If not, I won't do it now.  It's a better fit for my other blog anyways.

Sometimes you accept thing because you're settling... and then there are the things that you dream about... And when people plant the idea that maybe you have a chance of attaining the dream, it keeps you up at night... and then you get angry at them for planting the hope in your heart because things look different in the light of a new day. I know no one knows what I'm talking about but I do.  Maybe I'll allow myself to dream for one more day.  Peace out.

The Song

Get the lighting right 

and set the mood

Characters standing on their marks

waiting for their cues

Director of photography

framing the scene and filtering hues

It won't be long

I love this scene for the song

I love how some scenes are a thousand times better because of the song that is chosen to underpin it... whether there are lyrics or not.  Yesterday I wrote about favourite scenes.  I've always said that I felt like the Before Sunrise and Before Sunset movies are all just build up for the 5 minute taxi scene in the second movie.  I love that scene.

In the same way, I feel that some movies are worth watching just to hear a song in the movie... and sure, you can go and find it online and listen to it, but I like to watch the whole movie up to the scene with the song.  It's so much more wonderful in context.  It's that feeling of discovering something beautiful.  It's exciting and fun to try to learn it on guitar so that you can recreate the scene all over again.  Peace out.