Worth a thousand words pt 2.

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And just for fun...

mindless rambling.

I've always consider myself to be fairly intuitive person. I tend to pick up on subtle details about individuals that usually slip past others. However, the problem I am faced with always ends up being.. what do I do with this knowledge? How to I reach out? This is where my social skills fall flat. I can sympathize with the person, understand where they are coming from, but when it comes to putting this into something verbal and coherent, I fail. And that, I am sorry for. Perhaps all I really have to offer is a pair of listening ears and a shoulder to cry on.

p.s. my jazz/big band collection is coming along nicely. Cole Porter, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington, and Benny Goodman. But I will never forget my leading lady, Billie Holiday. The woman who sparked my curiosity in those old time blues and gave my mornings some much needed soul.

This video is pretty sweet as well.

Jazz washes away the dust of every day life.

I've decided I'm going to start a jazz collection. 

The end is near.

Woody.

I like to pretend my life is like a Woody Allen film. Black and white. Jazz. Witty dialogue. Neurotic characters. Love. Tragedy. Hate. Passion. Intellect.

a thank you letter.

I'm starting to realize lately that I do not require a lot to be happy. The way I choose to spend my days would be considered boring to many, but to me it is bliss. Laying on the floor, my bed etc. and listening to music. That is it. That is all I need to be happy. I fucking love music. To answer that question, would I rather be deaf or blind I would with a doubt choose to be blind. I can not imagine never hearing another melody. Just the thought of that gives me shudders. So really, this blog goes out to every musician that makes my days livable. Allows me to breath. To move. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Why get crunk.. when you can get cornified?

Do it!!

nothing.

You could be nothing without me

I could be nothing
Said the waves to the sand
I could be nothing without you
Without you, I would be nothing
Without me, you could be nothing
Said the waves to the sand
I could be nothing without you.

-Great Lake Swimmers

Untitled 2.

Time machine, why won't you work?

worth a thousand words.

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Pictures are my distraction.