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Poetry. Stream of Consciousness. Spontaneity. Angst. Humor. Bliss. Regret. Comtemplation. Comfort. Fear. Hope. Love.
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Monday, September 09, 2002 :::
DAMN i miss being in an ass-kickin' band. All i think about...all i want to do...is rock out hardcore with Frank and Brian. those were my favorite times with music...shows at the Lost and Found... - the early stuff, before things got all shitty and complicated. it was just FUN. i truly, sincerely miss those times. i want to start a new band...something more rockin', more active, and MUCH less depressive...but still somewhat deep and intelligent. something along the lines of Finch, but with the special touches that Frank, Brian and I could give it. i wouldn't even mind singing and playing guitar simultaneously again... - whatever would work. but i'd want to be completely serious and dedicated...and REALLY have everyone give it their all. scream like crazy, sing our asses off, play like we don't give a shit about shit...just do it, and do it better than any of the other half-assed bands around o-town. but dammit...i'm in gainesville, and my plate is more than full. i'm already pretty far behind in my classes... - marching band is sucking up all my time. it's awesome, but it's demanding. so confused...about school, about the crazy new possibility for my future... - pretty much everything. ironically, though, i'm still happier than i've ever been. life is GRAND. i know i have plenty of time left to fulfill my dreams... - i just have to be sure to carry through with them. somehow...
-aj
::: posted by AJBrotz at 11:08 PM
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