Monday, June 26, 2006

Invisible Sun

Is there an Invisible Sun
That shines down on us
And bathes our rubber souls
With a simple complication

Close my eyes
And look inside
I have been working
In the workshop of my mind

Here comes the night
As dark as my soul
Her hair was long
Her dress was tight

Must have been dreaming
Must have been blind
How could I know
She would be so unkind?

Here comes the rain
Now, showered in pain
Nothing remains
Except the Invisible Sun

Sunday, June 11, 2006

OMG! You buy CDs? lol!

I love buying music. CDs, tape, vinyl. Anything.

And that, people tell me, is stupid.

The usual argument goes something like, "Abbe why would you spend 500 bucks buying something you can get free off the lan?", or maybe, "It's not worth it!".

Sometimes, people just laugh and think that I'm plain loony to even consider buying music. "It's useless". If Music is essentially useless, so is life.

But regardless of what people say, I still keep buying music. My house still fills up with CDs. My drawers still fill up with tapes. And I'll tell you why. When you really love your music, it's not too much to ask to go out and actually buy it. To support the artist you idolize. To me, music is much more than the 500 bucks I shell out for it.

Yes, I know. Most of the money goes into the coffers of the music company and very little goes to the artist. It doesn't matter. If you don't buy atleast some of the music you go crazy over, then you're just cheap man.

And, trust me on this, when you go and buy a CD and listen to it, the music just feels so much personal. Sure, I have a hard drive loaded with a trillion songs. But I still pop in the old Metallica and JS CDs I brought as a kid. And it definitely reminds me of old times where I'd stay up all night listening to the same songs over and over and over again.

My entire music history, all there. Aerosmith, Metallica, Joe Satriani, Deep Purple, Straits. Everything. All the album covers, the little boxes. The scratch marks from when I'd drop it. Some things in life, you just want to keep forever. My Music is one of those things.

Now, I'm not asking that you go and buy every little bit of music you listen to. But when an artist's really worth it, buying a CD makes sense. I think you'll agree with me on this point. Perhaps I see music as something worth purchasing.

But anyway, at the cost of repeating myself: if you love music, go buy it.

Or atleast shut up when I go and buy it.

The Feminist

After a hard day
The busride back home
The jarring gives you a headache
If you get a place to sit, that is.

She gets on the bus
And glares around
Surveying the place
As she stomps over to the front

The ladies are all seated there
The front of the bus is their domain
She spies a lone man
Sitting proudly among the reserved seats

A scowl crosses her face
Her menacing gaze fixed upon him
"How dare he?" She wonders
"Male Chauvinistic Boor"

He senses the death look upon him
And gets up to let her sit
And then as he stumbles up
She lets a gasp at her own selfishness
As she spies his amputee legs.