Days 6 & 7

Monday came and went. I went to the gym and got to hear loud music there. That didn't really give me my fix, but it was still nice. Then Tuesday I missed music most when I was driving. Especially since I had to make a trip to Moon. I filled my time with video games and watched some TV. Really nothing special to report.




That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternative sand I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,slam, but neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...

(It's time I had some time alone)

Day 5 Belated

I spent a lot of my day playing video games since I couldn't really think of anything else to do. Got my laundry done. Later I went to help Jason move. He wanted to turn on his music player, but I had to tell him I'd leave if he did. Music would have helped us get more motivated to move some of the heavy furniture. I think it also helps as a distraction when you are doing something you don't like or help forget just how heavy the shelves are we're moving. Once again, the driving without music is no fun. I've been a very timid driver and I guess the music helped calm my nerves. I guess it's a blessing in disguise that I'm not driving to Moon everyday for work now. I don't know how I would have survived the commute without music.


Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think, er No, I mean, er Yes but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Day 4 Belated

I really started to feel the strain yesterday (day 4) of not listening to music. Driving without my iPod makes me feel more anxious. Music is my escape, and without it I feel more moody. After seeing Jason for his hour lunch I came home and had nothing to do, since usually I'd be listening to music and looking up music videos. So what did I do? Dusted off some old video games and lost all sense of time. I couldn't even get myself to just sit and read, which is unusual, and when I tried to draw I just couldn't think of anything I felt like creating in my sketchpad. Then again sitting on my butt without working is also driving me insane.



I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day

Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don't want no candy
I don't need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing 'til I got
Blisters on my hand because

When I get older they think I'm a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks was so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And that's why

Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head
Because

I can bang that drum
Hey, you wanna take a bang at it?
I can do this all day

Day 3

Survived another "Black Friday". At least this year I WAS NOT working retail. By now the Christmas music booming over the speakers for a 12 hour shift would have given me a headache. Being in a car without my music is frustrating. It would help me change my mood. Instead I was rather moody today, even when Michelle and I met Jarad and his brother for a late lunch, and Jarad can ALWAYS bring a smile to my face... Anyway, it helped when I went to Michelle's place and we watched "Queen of the Damned". The soundtrack to that movie is the type of music I listen to most. Korn, Disturbed, Static X, and Deftones made an AWESOME addition to the movie. I guess I was able to "get my fix" of my music through the movie. It's a bit embarrassing to admit how a song can make you feel a certain way. "Change (In the House of Flies)" by Deftones has a strong impact on how I feel.


I've watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You were on fire
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change
I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh
I look at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away
I've watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change.
Now you feel Alive
You Feel Alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh

Day 2

There really isn't very much to say about today, my second day without music. I spent the day cooking and eating mostly. Other than the lack of Christmas music I didn't miss listening to music much today. My day ended with me watching a documentary on Andy Warhol. That being said I now have the song "Andy Warhol" by David Bowie stuck in my head.



(This is Andy Warhole and it's take one, take one)
It's, it's Warhol actually
(What did I say)
Whole, it's whole as in wholes
(Andy Warhol)
Wah, Andy War hol, Andy War hol
(he)
Like whole hub
HeHa
Are you ready
(Yeah)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two New Pence to have a go
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy walking,
Andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he's fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise (hm hm hm)
When he wakes up on the sea
He sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all
(Handclaps)

Day 1: "Living On a Prayer"

So today I started this project for my understanding media class. This was the first day that music was not a part of my life. The morning started ok; I used the annoying "beep" on my alarm instead of the radio to wake me. This was done because many times if there was a great song playing I'd be tempted to keep it playing and enjoy the music or sometimes I have had lucid dreams about the song. Usually dreaming about the content of that song. Then I got ready and had Dad drive me to an interview. Dad usually listens to National Public Radio (very boring), so I just tuned out all of the talk coming from the speakers. Nothing special to report there.
The middle of my day consisted of spending time with my grandparents and aunt who had come in for the holidays the previous night. I helped Dad with some cooking and realized that something was missing. As per my request, the usually cheerful Christmas tunes were not being played through the elaborate sound system my father had rigged throughout the house (and even outside the house). This was a bit depressing since it was always something I would look forward to around Thanksgiving time when this part of my family celebrates Christmas. As I had already known, this was going to be a strange seven days without my emotional outlet.
Later my best friend picked me up and took me to Eat N Park for desert to try to cheer me up. You see on Monday I got laid off from my job and have been pretty down. The car ride was less lively than usual since Michelle and I usually play our iPods and sing along with "bouncy music". An activity that helps me feel better. At Eat N Park we enjoyed our deserts and conversation, paying NO attention to the background music. We couldn't hear it anyway. We have a few restaurants that we regularly visit, and most of them play loud music that we love to sing to. Then I came home and started this blog.
By now I would usually be listening to some music to help me feel better about my current situation or express how I am feeling. I have to admit that writing has helped a bit, but not very much. Now to end tonight's entry I will leave the lyrics to a song that fits my mood and situation for the day.


Once upon a timeNot so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck...it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love

She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot

Ohh We're half way there
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer

Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby it's okay, someday

We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a differenceI
f we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot

Ohh We're half way there
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer

We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when thats all that you've got

Ohh We're half way there
Woah Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Woah Livin' on a prayer
(Repeat to fade)