Some of the greatest fallen leaders of history fell in love.I don't think it had much to do with their significant other or their significant other's psychological state. I believe these leaders fell in love and did some crazy things BECAUSE they were in love. I am setting out to see the importance of love in history and what role it played in key moments. Could certain things have gone differently if John F. Kennedy never met Marylin? Or maybe Hitler never meets Eva... what kind of world would THAT have been?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Importance of Love in History
I have heard before that some the greatest fallen leaders of history owe their fall to a girl. When I first heard this, I couldn't find the logic in the statement. It has taken me a few years to begin to understand what this means. At first glance I thought it meant some great leaders had evil wives who wanted nothing more than to see their husbands fail (by "great" I am referring to their impact in the world whether positive or negative, but I, in no way, shape or form condone their actions or beliefs); however, after a few years of letting that statement simmer on the back-burner and having gone through a few life lessons myself, I came to realize that this statement would be more accurate if it read as follows:
Monday, January 24, 2011
The Devil Wears Prada
The Devil Wears Prada is one of the few shows I've been to that had no lines for beer. It was mainly because most of the kids there weren't old enough to drink, but it was also because most of the kids attending are following one of the strangest trends I'll never understand... being "Straight Edge." It's all good if it's working for them, but for me, I like to enjoy a good beer while I listen to live music... maybe even a whiskey shot or two. The straight edge crowd is not the only peculiar thing about The Devil Wears Prada.
When I saw them in Mission, TX, they were even the only band that night that didn't ask the crowd to get violent. They were the only band that wasn't local. All the local bands asked to crowd to make moshpits and hurt one another. That was one of the most noticeable things to me. Most bands are very demanding when it comes to moshpits, but the guys of TDWP were not. It was almost as if they preferred there was no violence.
I have just recently become a fan of Devil Wears Prada. Up until about a year ago, I had no idea who they were. A friend of mine showed me their dvd and I thought they were pretty cool, but it wasn't until I LISTENED to them that I truly became hooked on their sound. Something about Jeremy Depoyster's beautiful melodic vocals just hypnotizes bringing a lighter AND brighter sound as well as a perfect balance to Mike Hranica's fire-breathing, brutal screaming.
The rest of the band doesn't fall far behind in the talent pool, though. The catchy hooks and killer beats leave such an impression on your senses that just keeps you craving more. The only thing that could possibly be better than listening to The Devil Wear Prada right now, would be listening to The Devil Wears Prada live... while drinking a beer.
When I saw them in Mission, TX, they were even the only band that night that didn't ask the crowd to get violent. They were the only band that wasn't local. All the local bands asked to crowd to make moshpits and hurt one another. That was one of the most noticeable things to me. Most bands are very demanding when it comes to moshpits, but the guys of TDWP were not. It was almost as if they preferred there was no violence.
I have just recently become a fan of Devil Wears Prada. Up until about a year ago, I had no idea who they were. A friend of mine showed me their dvd and I thought they were pretty cool, but it wasn't until I LISTENED to them that I truly became hooked on their sound. Something about Jeremy Depoyster's beautiful melodic vocals just hypnotizes bringing a lighter AND brighter sound as well as a perfect balance to Mike Hranica's fire-breathing, brutal screaming.
The rest of the band doesn't fall far behind in the talent pool, though. The catchy hooks and killer beats leave such an impression on your senses that just keeps you craving more. The only thing that could possibly be better than listening to The Devil Wear Prada right now, would be listening to The Devil Wears Prada live... while drinking a beer.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Online Advertising
Who hates annoying ads? The truth is, no one does. The internet has reached an era when it's "ok" to have ads in your website. Well, it has always been ok, now it's just, I don't know, a bit of an industry standard. I can think of two main categories when it comes to websites. You have your websites with ads and your websites without ads.
With time, the internet has evolved into this huge compilation of EVERYTHING! Or as much of everything as possible. Even hoax and prank websites (although, at times, "Guerilla Marketing" is a GREAT way to go). At one point, every website owner is faced with the decision of whether or not to run ads in their website. Personally, I think it's a great idea and a great way to make money, but at the end of the day the decision should be a smart one. You should do a bit of research before you determine whether or not ads are good for your website. Here are four tips to help you decide whether or not you should run ads on your site:
1. Know Your Audience
While some people don't mind ads, others find them extremely irritating. You have to know who is visiting your site and, very importantly, why they are visiting your site. When faced with the decision of placing ads on your site, this will most likely be the biggest determining factor.
With time, the internet has evolved into this huge compilation of EVERYTHING! Or as much of everything as possible. Even hoax and prank websites (although, at times, "Guerilla Marketing" is a GREAT way to go). At one point, every website owner is faced with the decision of whether or not to run ads in their website. Personally, I think it's a great idea and a great way to make money, but at the end of the day the decision should be a smart one. You should do a bit of research before you determine whether or not ads are good for your website. Here are four tips to help you decide whether or not you should run ads on your site:
1. Know Your Audience
While some people don't mind ads, others find them extremely irritating. You have to know who is visiting your site and, very importantly, why they are visiting your site. When faced with the decision of placing ads on your site, this will most likely be the biggest determining factor.
2. Know Your Goals
This is crucial to your site! You MUST set goals for your site and always keep those goals in mind. If your goal is to advertise an artist and protect its image, ads may not be the best way to go, depending on the audience of course, but if your goal is to make money with a website, whether it be via ads or in the form of a shopping cart, then I highly recommend you place ads on your site and either sell the space or sign up for an online ad program like AdSense from Google.
This is crucial to your site! You MUST set goals for your site and always keep those goals in mind. If your goal is to advertise an artist and protect its image, ads may not be the best way to go, depending on the audience of course, but if your goal is to make money with a website, whether it be via ads or in the form of a shopping cart, then I highly recommend you place ads on your site and either sell the space or sign up for an online ad program like AdSense from Google.
3. Have a Financial Route
This is one of the most important questions that people forget to ask when talking about a website. Keep in mind that running a website costs money and you have to be willing to pay the cost if you want to have a quality website that works for you.
4. Have Financial Goals for Your Site
After reviewing these tips and asking yourself how they can help your business, do some research on these online ad programs such as AdSense from Google. If the programs you look into seem like they'd help you and they convince you, then go ahead and add them to your site. In my professional opinion, I think ads are a perfect way to make extra revenue on any site. I encourage everyone to use ads, but do advise you to keep your ads relevant to your content and please don't annoy the users. Use ads with caution and don't abuse users' good will.
4. Have Financial Goals for Your Site
After reviewing these tips and asking yourself how they can help your business, do some research on these online ad programs such as AdSense from Google. If the programs you look into seem like they'd help you and they convince you, then go ahead and add them to your site. In my professional opinion, I think ads are a perfect way to make extra revenue on any site. I encourage everyone to use ads, but do advise you to keep your ads relevant to your content and please don't annoy the users. Use ads with caution and don't abuse users' good will.
Guerilla Marketing
For years now, I have found the concept of "Guerrilla Marketing" highly interesting and exciting! What IS Guerrilla Marketing? Guerrilla Marketing is a marketing campaign implemented or strategized in an unconventional or unusual manner usually omitting the name of the organization funding it. Like the truth commercials for example. Now, the goal of a Guerrilla Marketing campaign is not only to advertise the heck out of the product at hand, but it is also to do this in a powerful, impacting way.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
In a Trench
Roadside, panicked, shaken, and faced down in a trench,
burned out, collapsing, overtaxed.
nothing is ever just quite good enough.
poor me, oh, look,
won't someone please cry down with me,
I can't awake like this again,
broken down, paralyzed
deprived of joy, happiness and/or blissful blithe.
as I come crashing down,
my pride relunctantly forces me to bring you with me,
and I am way too selfish to go down alone.
It's not that I like my ways more
it's that I don't know any other.
I have never had the presence
to take charge and take control.
Always I have been
in the shadows of it all.
Now that I'm allowed to shine,
I break down and run away.
I hide from all that's a challenge.
it's overbearing and I don't like this.
I wish I was more confident,
but confidence I cannot find.
Shall I seek a friend?
But my friends I cannot find.
They've all turned their backs...
and those I thought were there for me...
well, they all just point and laugh.
This is a great view from the trenches, though...
at least I can't go lower than this...
wait, is that an ant?
burned out, collapsing, overtaxed.
nothing is ever just quite good enough.
poor me, oh, look,
won't someone please cry down with me,
I can't awake like this again,
broken down, paralyzed
deprived of joy, happiness and/or blissful blithe.
as I come crashing down,
my pride relunctantly forces me to bring you with me,
and I am way too selfish to go down alone.
It's not that I like my ways more
it's that I don't know any other.
I have never had the presence
to take charge and take control.
Always I have been
in the shadows of it all.
Now that I'm allowed to shine,
I break down and run away.
I hide from all that's a challenge.
it's overbearing and I don't like this.
I wish I was more confident,
but confidence I cannot find.
Shall I seek a friend?
But my friends I cannot find.
They've all turned their backs...
and those I thought were there for me...
well, they all just point and laugh.
This is a great view from the trenches, though...
at least I can't go lower than this...
wait, is that an ant?
3rd Degree Burns
Hours passed before the lion came to the edge of a pond,
fell on his side and painfully laid there bleeding for a while,
3rd degree burns down his neck, down his back and beyond,
the trail of blood ran for at least 2 whole miles,
perpetrated by a life-like enigma of a creature,
a guest he'd invited to visit his kingdom,
past the wide moat and way past all the walls,
the tenant had dinner, had cake and drank from the lion's mead,
was granted a tour of every room and every hall,
and when the night came, the creature was offered a place where it could sleep.
As the lion laid there staring off into space,
he saw his reflection, boy did he look like shit!
as he abruptly remembered he was king of this place,
the lion rose to his feet, drank water and cleaned up his face,
he threw dirt on his wound and
embraced the burning sensation he felt on his back,
this was definitively not what the lion had in mind,
when he invited the creature for some dinner and wine,
but shame on the lion, this was not the first time,
he's been through this before, there's no need to rewind,
but the lion learned his lesson,
and knows how to get himself out of this bind.
When you play with fire,
sometimes it burns so that the wound actually bleeds,
and as the lion discovered,
it doesn't matter just how careful you are,
when fire wants to burn it will sear everything it its path,
char it down to the ground...
but the lion's too strong,
he's got too much to give up,
he's got a pride to feed,
and a kingdom to run.
fell on his side and painfully laid there bleeding for a while,
3rd degree burns down his neck, down his back and beyond,
the trail of blood ran for at least 2 whole miles,
perpetrated by a life-like enigma of a creature,
a guest he'd invited to visit his kingdom,
past the wide moat and way past all the walls,
the tenant had dinner, had cake and drank from the lion's mead,
was granted a tour of every room and every hall,
and when the night came, the creature was offered a place where it could sleep.
As the lion laid there staring off into space,
he saw his reflection, boy did he look like shit!
as he abruptly remembered he was king of this place,
the lion rose to his feet, drank water and cleaned up his face,
he threw dirt on his wound and
embraced the burning sensation he felt on his back,
this was definitively not what the lion had in mind,
when he invited the creature for some dinner and wine,
but shame on the lion, this was not the first time,
he's been through this before, there's no need to rewind,
but the lion learned his lesson,
and knows how to get himself out of this bind.
When you play with fire,
sometimes it burns so that the wound actually bleeds,
and as the lion discovered,
it doesn't matter just how careful you are,
when fire wants to burn it will sear everything it its path,
char it down to the ground...
but the lion's too strong,
he's got too much to give up,
he's got a pride to feed,
and a kingdom to run.
Beautiful Mermaid
There once was a beautiful mermaid,
who ruled the whole sea and made all men obey her,
the time spent with her should have never been traded,
for her beauty was such that should not be degraded.
My inept, naive heart should have probably known better,
but it took just one glance for my heart to be invaded.
Although she said nothing, I knew she had to be aided,
as her eyes screamed in pain for somebody who played her.
Without hesitation, I jumped out there and saved her.
Now I have a great friend... and the grand fool regrets it.
who ruled the whole sea and made all men obey her,
the time spent with her should have never been traded,
for her beauty was such that should not be degraded.
My inept, naive heart should have probably known better,
but it took just one glance for my heart to be invaded.
Although she said nothing, I knew she had to be aided,
as her eyes screamed in pain for somebody who played her.
Without hesitation, I jumped out there and saved her.
Now I have a great friend... and the grand fool regrets it.
Asterisk Eyes; Beautiful Chocolate
Certain things I understand, only by looking in your eyes.
Try hard, though, not to smile, love, sit back, relax and embrace the butterflies.
When you smile, it's hard to concentrate, and I need to focus now on the love afloat
to immortalize your fire in rhyme, body and soul.
When I look into your eyes, I need not ask a question,
for I know the answers to it all and I can read all the suggestions.
I can read you in any language, love, the message is the same,
You're my favorite novel... I can read you over again.
And again and again... it is beautiful and yet, so arduous to explain,
that with every line I read, I delightedly write one in.
"Noble novel novelist
contributes to the perfect novel,
Perfect cover, perfect ink,
perfectly fit for any King."
Try hard, though, not to smile, love, sit back, relax and embrace the butterflies.
When you smile, it's hard to concentrate, and I need to focus now on the love afloat
to immortalize your fire in rhyme, body and soul.
When I look into your eyes, I need not ask a question,
for I know the answers to it all and I can read all the suggestions.
I can read you in any language, love, the message is the same,
You're my favorite novel... I can read you over again.
And again and again... it is beautiful and yet, so arduous to explain,
that with every line I read, I delightedly write one in.
"Noble novel novelist
contributes to the perfect novel,
Perfect cover, perfect ink,
perfectly fit for any King."
Beware the Lion's Heart
Breezy wind blows lightly around me,
as I step forth stealthy and strong-minded,
I watch the lion sleeping soundly,
my disturbance I picture smiling.
His lofty mane sways back and forth,
as he breathes deeply in slumber sloth.
Majestic coat and threatening claws,
a warrior's honor, dying at his paws,
for he's the king of all you see,
his land he rules bravely and free.
He rules the ground, the trees and sea,
all that you see is all just for him.
I creep on forth seeking his essence,
trying not to awake his eminent presence,
for his vile anger will wrath intrusion,
obliterating all with might and no confusion.
I'm so close now, I hear his heartbeat,
he seems so happy as if he's smiling at me,
the ground vibrates as he exhales hot breath,
and for this kill tonight I've arrived well prepared.
As peaceful as he looks for the moment,
I know the Lion is king and the king is tough.
I've seen tigers cry, but never a lion, though.
... and I inhale... ready to blast a flame at him,
just end it all... quickly and pain-free.
But what has happened?
He has awaken!
He must have felt my presence
as I walked forth seeking his essence.
A thunderous, booming roar,
a vigorous, violent blow...
then lights out!
I expected to be dead, this I admit,
but for some reason, my life the lion has spared.
He could have ended me as I laid on my side unconscious.
Since I broke a wing as I fell, he knew I could not fly.
Still the lion did not take advantage,
he did not kill.
He knew I was helpless and instead of a slaughter,
he licked my wounds and helped them heal.
The lion's heart is bigger than expected,
this should be kept well in mind, never rejected,
for I will never forget the lion who performed the unexpected.
as I step forth stealthy and strong-minded,
I watch the lion sleeping soundly,
my disturbance I picture smiling.
His lofty mane sways back and forth,
as he breathes deeply in slumber sloth.
Majestic coat and threatening claws,
a warrior's honor, dying at his paws,
for he's the king of all you see,
his land he rules bravely and free.
He rules the ground, the trees and sea,
all that you see is all just for him.
I creep on forth seeking his essence,
trying not to awake his eminent presence,
for his vile anger will wrath intrusion,
obliterating all with might and no confusion.
I'm so close now, I hear his heartbeat,
he seems so happy as if he's smiling at me,
the ground vibrates as he exhales hot breath,
and for this kill tonight I've arrived well prepared.
As peaceful as he looks for the moment,
I know the Lion is king and the king is tough.
I've seen tigers cry, but never a lion, though.
... and I inhale... ready to blast a flame at him,
just end it all... quickly and pain-free.
But what has happened?
He has awaken!
He must have felt my presence
as I walked forth seeking his essence.
A thunderous, booming roar,
a vigorous, violent blow...
then lights out!
I expected to be dead, this I admit,
but for some reason, my life the lion has spared.
He could have ended me as I laid on my side unconscious.
Since I broke a wing as I fell, he knew I could not fly.
Still the lion did not take advantage,
he did not kill.
He knew I was helpless and instead of a slaughter,
he licked my wounds and helped them heal.
The lion's heart is bigger than expected,
this should be kept well in mind, never rejected,
for I will never forget the lion who performed the unexpected.
Stronghold it All
Protecting a king, ever-breaking his falls,
an indomitable wall stands proudly and tall.
Fortifying, strong and always ready for all,
all that may come from these battles and wars.
Vile intruders attempt to perforate this partition,
for the king is inside of this mighty, grand wall,
but the king lies in peace as he chuckles aloud,
"Come to me, invaders,
have a try at it all.
I defy you to challenge
the most glorious of walls!"
an indomitable wall stands proudly and tall.
Fortifying, strong and always ready for all,
all that may come from these battles and wars.
Vile intruders attempt to perforate this partition,
for the king is inside of this mighty, grand wall,
but the king lies in peace as he chuckles aloud,
"Come to me, invaders,
have a try at it all.
I defy you to challenge
the most glorious of walls!"
Velvet Ride on Red October
I anticipate this ride and I can't wait to get on it.
For whatever long I waited,
I have waited for too long.
It almost seems as if the wait
lasted a decade and a month.
As I make my way through the waiting line,
The sun inebriates me like wine.
rays reflect off glossy paint,
making this ride seem pure and magical.
So much so, it takes away my dreadful pain
and brings me sunshine yet again.
When I'm finally next in line,
My heart seems to skip a beat.
I cannot hide the excited smile that has taken over me.
I am just waiting for my signal,
to be saved from something dismal.
Finally aboard, I can't handle the animation.
Enthusiastically, I await as I am helped and buckled up.
All inside me, I have melted
for this moment I have dreamed of for some time now.
For this so very occasion, something special has just happened.
I have been allowed the privilege, joy, and honor
to be the only one aboard.
So begins my Velvet ride,
well enraptured, high on life.
So delightful is the thought of just being me riding this ride.
And every turn, and every climb, and every drop,
it all adds to the feeling.
This feeling, unlike all others,
inviolable and sacred.
I cannot share, I WILL not share,
try to steal it, best not dare!
For the most part this is scary.
Pulling g's makes me so wary.
Try to ignore the vile anguish,
built by eagerness to vanquish.
Conquer everything about this... down to the last physics lesson.
My heart pumps faster than ever,
I want this ride to last forever.
This ride's given me a buzz,
lightning bolts run through my body.
Electricity within me, yet I dare not make a fuzz.
Oh, how beautiful the feelings,
ardently bestowed upon me.
Healed my soul from poisoned thoughts,
and gave me more than I sought after.
For whatever long I waited,
I have waited for too long.
It almost seems as if the wait
lasted a decade and a month.
As I make my way through the waiting line,
The sun inebriates me like wine.
rays reflect off glossy paint,
making this ride seem pure and magical.
So much so, it takes away my dreadful pain
and brings me sunshine yet again.
When I'm finally next in line,
My heart seems to skip a beat.
I cannot hide the excited smile that has taken over me.
I am just waiting for my signal,
to be saved from something dismal.
Finally aboard, I can't handle the animation.
Enthusiastically, I await as I am helped and buckled up.
All inside me, I have melted
for this moment I have dreamed of for some time now.
For this so very occasion, something special has just happened.
I have been allowed the privilege, joy, and honor
to be the only one aboard.
So begins my Velvet ride,
well enraptured, high on life.
So delightful is the thought of just being me riding this ride.
And every turn, and every climb, and every drop,
it all adds to the feeling.
This feeling, unlike all others,
inviolable and sacred.
I cannot share, I WILL not share,
try to steal it, best not dare!
For the most part this is scary.
Pulling g's makes me so wary.
Try to ignore the vile anguish,
built by eagerness to vanquish.
Conquer everything about this... down to the last physics lesson.
My heart pumps faster than ever,
I want this ride to last forever.
This ride's given me a buzz,
lightning bolts run through my body.
Electricity within me, yet I dare not make a fuzz.
Oh, how beautiful the feelings,
ardently bestowed upon me.
Healed my soul from poisoned thoughts,
and gave me more than I sought after.
Salt-Water Rain and Acid Baths
What makes good days turn to pain?
What's the story?
What's the deal?
I thought you liked watching it rain.
Pour down on me, pull me under...
Salty thoughts you've brought upon me.
If the wounds sting just a little,
pour salt on the piece most brittle...
I promise you they heal.
When they scar, how they'll remind me,
of the times you say you love me,
until then, however, love,
if the wounds sting just a little,
pour salt on the piece most brittle...
I promise you they heal.
I don't care that you have cut me,
those incisions never killed me,
as it does when salt pours on me.
This time, though, I say it sadly,
You were not the one to gouge me,
you're the salt raining down on me.
What's the story?
What's the deal?
I thought you liked watching it rain.
Pour down on me, pull me under...
Salty thoughts you've brought upon me.
If the wounds sting just a little,
pour salt on the piece most brittle...
I promise you they heal.
When they scar, how they'll remind me,
of the times you say you love me,
until then, however, love,
if the wounds sting just a little,
pour salt on the piece most brittle...
I promise you they heal.
I don't care that you have cut me,
those incisions never killed me,
as it does when salt pours on me.
This time, though, I say it sadly,
You were not the one to gouge me,
you're the salt raining down on me.
Like Fondue
With ravishing eyes that pierced my soul,
she trapped my mind and won't let go.
Her lips entice thoughts in my head
which seem I've never thought before.
She's spontaneous, smart and funny.
With little effort, turns my overcast to sunny.
She's running circles in my mind,
but I'd be a fool to try and stop her.
Her smile in memory is better than having ever lived without her.
What's with her smile, her eyes, her lips?
She's got my circuit in a fritz.
A transient glance will dig my grave,
for I'm too weak to walk away.
This divine scene is but a rerun
of a sitcom love once ended with a spear gun.
It took too long to heal the wound.
Yet here we are again...
... again I melt in such a way which I could only melt for her.
she trapped my mind and won't let go.
Her lips entice thoughts in my head
which seem I've never thought before.
She's spontaneous, smart and funny.
With little effort, turns my overcast to sunny.
She's running circles in my mind,
but I'd be a fool to try and stop her.
Her smile in memory is better than having ever lived without her.
What's with her smile, her eyes, her lips?
She's got my circuit in a fritz.
A transient glance will dig my grave,
for I'm too weak to walk away.
This divine scene is but a rerun
of a sitcom love once ended with a spear gun.
It took too long to heal the wound.
Yet here we are again...
... again I melt in such a way which I could only melt for her.
Bipolar Advantage: If Your Eyes Could Only See
I have to walk on egg shells when around you
because I may piss you off with my words when I'm around you.
Forget what I said, it does not matter!
In the matters of what matters, your extinction's where your heart is.
But what if your life did not depend on oxygen?
If your feet were purple and everything you thought right, went out the door.
Now your colors of perception have shifted into what you have never experienced before.
But forget this, I'd rather go away and drift away, my mind so far away.
There are places in my head where I like to go from time to time.
I can't help it really, actually, it happens all the time.
Everywhere, all the time, where I go, my mind drifts all the time.
But is that wrong, am I to blame?
For the world I live on is a world too stale, so I conceive another world,
where my world lives and exists, but yet is different than the world I live on.
Sometimes better, sometimes worse, but it's a world I love to wander.
Seems such amazing paradise should be available on call, but nay, thou shall not enter!
This world is not a slave and may only open when your heart and mind are one!
There's a warning on my face to those who dare test, try and riddle,
look well deep within my eyes, for I lie awake and do not fiddle.
Every step I take, I take with heart in hand and words in mind
and my mind speaks loud and clear.
Above all, my propitious heart loves many beings,
many faces I have seen that have made me a believer.
A belief in such a love that only having loved ensures you understand.
To name them all would be demanding as I've seen such faces that inspire writing.
Still, as I search on for another life to write a book on,
I stop and think, "this is a nice line for me to poop on."
because I may piss you off with my words when I'm around you.
Forget what I said, it does not matter!
In the matters of what matters, your extinction's where your heart is.
But what if your life did not depend on oxygen?
If your feet were purple and everything you thought right, went out the door.
Now your colors of perception have shifted into what you have never experienced before.
But forget this, I'd rather go away and drift away, my mind so far away.
There are places in my head where I like to go from time to time.
I can't help it really, actually, it happens all the time.
Everywhere, all the time, where I go, my mind drifts all the time.
But is that wrong, am I to blame?
For the world I live on is a world too stale, so I conceive another world,
where my world lives and exists, but yet is different than the world I live on.
Sometimes better, sometimes worse, but it's a world I love to wander.
Seems such amazing paradise should be available on call, but nay, thou shall not enter!
This world is not a slave and may only open when your heart and mind are one!
There's a warning on my face to those who dare test, try and riddle,
look well deep within my eyes, for I lie awake and do not fiddle.
Every step I take, I take with heart in hand and words in mind
and my mind speaks loud and clear.
Above all, my propitious heart loves many beings,
many faces I have seen that have made me a believer.
A belief in such a love that only having loved ensures you understand.
To name them all would be demanding as I've seen such faces that inspire writing.
Still, as I search on for another life to write a book on,
I stop and think, "this is a nice line for me to poop on."
A Mermaid in Her Ocean
Such a mystery of a woman, no one knows quite what she's thinking.
I knew not what to write about, and now I'm writing without blinking.
With her sweet kisses of vodka and those lovely eyes like almonds,
she's a mermaid in her ocean... queen of hearts, spades, cloves and diamonds.
She can strike you if she wants to, no one's going to tell her not to.
Such a beauty no one wants to, disappoint or even argue.
If you look deep in her eyes and search deep within her soul,
you will find a world of troubles, her stories will make you blue.
The fire in her heart is not so easy to extinguish,
which is why it's such a task just to be able to distinguish,
if her smile is a gift of honesty, or if she's just trying to relinquish,
all those moments that she lost when her life spun with quite some english.
Now I sit here with my thoughts... my memories and feelings.
None were hurt, none were damaged.... there is no need for healing.
Then, why is there such an empty? ... why do I feel like I miss her?
It must be the way she kissed me or maybe the things she whispered.
I knew not what to write about, and now I'm writing without blinking.
With her sweet kisses of vodka and those lovely eyes like almonds,
she's a mermaid in her ocean... queen of hearts, spades, cloves and diamonds.
She can strike you if she wants to, no one's going to tell her not to.
Such a beauty no one wants to, disappoint or even argue.
If you look deep in her eyes and search deep within her soul,
you will find a world of troubles, her stories will make you blue.
The fire in her heart is not so easy to extinguish,
which is why it's such a task just to be able to distinguish,
if her smile is a gift of honesty, or if she's just trying to relinquish,
all those moments that she lost when her life spun with quite some english.
Now I sit here with my thoughts... my memories and feelings.
None were hurt, none were damaged.... there is no need for healing.
Then, why is there such an empty? ... why do I feel like I miss her?
It must be the way she kissed me or maybe the things she whispered.
The Way I Do
Does he know when you are thirsty?
Does he know when you're in pain?
Do you show him when you're frisky?
Hope you don't kiss him in the rain.
Does his flavorless tongue shock you?
Do his lips make you see double?
Do your knees get weak and shaky?
And does he know that you are trouble?
Have you lied yet to save face,
to the fact that you don't care?
Yes, we all hear what you're saying,
but that's not what's in your head.
I know you will remember me
with every play button you press.
You will remember all the music
that made you want to undress
and with those thoughts you will cry, babe,
'cause, it's the only way to express
those feelings that still lurk in you
as you seek one last caress.
You can tell me what you want,
but I know he doesn't love you,
doesn't miss you, doesn't lace you.
His vapid mind does not impress you...
... at least not the way I do.
You can say that he is funny,
and you don't see him for his money.
Yes, he might be entertaining,
but he doesn't make you laugh...
... at least not the way I do.
When you're scared he might stand by you,
and you might save the things he buys you.
He might know some things about you,
but he doesn't know you well enough...
... at least not the way I do.
Does he know when you're in pain?
Do you show him when you're frisky?
Hope you don't kiss him in the rain.
Does his flavorless tongue shock you?
Do his lips make you see double?
Do your knees get weak and shaky?
And does he know that you are trouble?
Have you lied yet to save face,
to the fact that you don't care?
Yes, we all hear what you're saying,
but that's not what's in your head.
I know you will remember me
with every play button you press.
You will remember all the music
that made you want to undress
and with those thoughts you will cry, babe,
'cause, it's the only way to express
those feelings that still lurk in you
as you seek one last caress.
You can tell me what you want,
but I know he doesn't love you,
doesn't miss you, doesn't lace you.
His vapid mind does not impress you...
... at least not the way I do.
You can say that he is funny,
and you don't see him for his money.
Yes, he might be entertaining,
but he doesn't make you laugh...
... at least not the way I do.
When you're scared he might stand by you,
and you might save the things he buys you.
He might know some things about you,
but he doesn't know you well enough...
... at least not the way I do.
(COPD) Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease
Today I saw your pretty face.
Though I tried hard to look away,
all my efforts were in vain.
Like a mosquito toward a bug zapper,
a bad habit you can't kick,
a monkey on your back,
you try so hard, but you can't shake.
And on I stared...
... like a fat kid stares at cake.
Lovingly I remembered
all those moments that we shared.
You probably never think of me,
and I doubt you ever do,
but I think about you everyday.
Every morning, night and noon.
All these feelings that came back to me
they never went away.
I just learned ways to suppress them,
like cough syrup to a cough.
I'm fine for a few hours,
but then I smell your sensual scent.
Embedded in my brain,
your scent will never go away.
I see your face in water
and I see your name in streets
I wonder if I mattered...
...yes, I wonder if you cared.
Though I tried hard to look away,
all my efforts were in vain.
Like a mosquito toward a bug zapper,
a bad habit you can't kick,
a monkey on your back,
you try so hard, but you can't shake.
And on I stared...
... like a fat kid stares at cake.
Lovingly I remembered
all those moments that we shared.
You probably never think of me,
and I doubt you ever do,
but I think about you everyday.
Every morning, night and noon.
All these feelings that came back to me
they never went away.
I just learned ways to suppress them,
like cough syrup to a cough.
I'm fine for a few hours,
but then I smell your sensual scent.
Embedded in my brain,
your scent will never go away.
I see your face in water
and I see your name in streets
I wonder if I mattered...
...yes, I wonder if you cared.
Homewrecker
I walk into their happiness and
I want it for my own
my insecurities don't allow me
to allow them to have joy
I don't care if it sounds crazy,
I will destroy their dreams
and I'll kick and scream and shout and steal
and slash and gash and tear and pout
and I'll devise my plan
and fabricate new dreams
I don't care, but that there happiness
will then cease to exist
and their happily ever after
will then belong to me
I want it for my own
my insecurities don't allow me
to allow them to have joy
I don't care if it sounds crazy,
I will destroy their dreams
and I'll kick and scream and shout and steal
and slash and gash and tear and pout
and I'll devise my plan
and fabricate new dreams
I don't care, but that there happiness
will then cease to exist
and their happily ever after
will then belong to me
Heartbreaks Suck
I feel like you can see my heart no longer
it hides behind band aids and bandages
blood clots and gashes,
bruises, back-stabs and back slashes
though I smelled trouble from the start,
I told myself to go ahead... and I let myself fall
Now I can only remember when the feelings felt right
I haven't felt that way again, and it's sad, but sad to say, I'm glad...
... because heartbreaks suck. I think I'll have mine removed.
it hides behind band aids and bandages
blood clots and gashes,
bruises, back-stabs and back slashes
though I smelled trouble from the start,
I told myself to go ahead... and I let myself fall
Now I can only remember when the feelings felt right
I haven't felt that way again, and it's sad, but sad to say, I'm glad...
... because heartbreaks suck. I think I'll have mine removed.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
STRIPPED MUZIK: Something To Remember
Check out Something to Remember of McAllen, TX in a STRIPPED MUZIK session with Sun Fish records.
The first time I heard STR at Monster Car Wash in Edinburg, TX I thought to myself, "wow, these guys are pretty cool." I didn't know it then, but they are now one of my favorite bands. The first thing that stand out is their vocals. TJ does an amazing jobs keeping those vocals nice and pretty. The seconds thing that stand out is the quality of the lyrics. They're not just playing love songs... they're lyrics are clever, playful and deep; however, they are not afraid to get grungy and aggressive.
The rest of the music blends in perfectly. TJ's guitar playing is augmented by Fabian's amazing leads, fills and solos. When Fabian steps into the spot-light for a solo, however, he becomes the center of attention and takes over the show like a true Rock Star. He can make his guitar sing, scream or crunch, but they are made to sound even tighter thanks to their glue-like rhythm section, Robby (drums, who also does background vocals) and B (bass).
Their unique and powerful sound is wonderfully matched by their VERY alive live show. The heart and passion they spill onstage is definitively something that makes this band worth checking out. Their studio work is amazing, but this is one of those bands that you MUST check them out live. They deliver live what they lay down in the studio. Overall, I give this band a 9 out of 10. Great music and a "must check out" live show. Do yourselves a favor and check these guys out live as soon as possible.
The first time I heard STR at Monster Car Wash in Edinburg, TX I thought to myself, "wow, these guys are pretty cool." I didn't know it then, but they are now one of my favorite bands. The first thing that stand out is their vocals. TJ does an amazing jobs keeping those vocals nice and pretty. The seconds thing that stand out is the quality of the lyrics. They're not just playing love songs... they're lyrics are clever, playful and deep; however, they are not afraid to get grungy and aggressive.
The rest of the music blends in perfectly. TJ's guitar playing is augmented by Fabian's amazing leads, fills and solos. When Fabian steps into the spot-light for a solo, however, he becomes the center of attention and takes over the show like a true Rock Star. He can make his guitar sing, scream or crunch, but they are made to sound even tighter thanks to their glue-like rhythm section, Robby (drums, who also does background vocals) and B (bass).
Their unique and powerful sound is wonderfully matched by their VERY alive live show. The heart and passion they spill onstage is definitively something that makes this band worth checking out. Their studio work is amazing, but this is one of those bands that you MUST check them out live. They deliver live what they lay down in the studio. Overall, I give this band a 9 out of 10. Great music and a "must check out" live show. Do yourselves a favor and check these guys out live as soon as possible.
Like a Dream
I can't get you off my mind,
so I'm putting you on paper...
good thing I get paid to write
because I can write about you forever.
This poem may not be the best,
but what inspired it is heavenly.
This time, it's not about a kiss or a smile,
or those two beautiful eyes that melt me when they look at me
and make the dark days all worth while.
Don't get me wrong, my dear, I love those things about you,
but the reason behind these lines today
is to tell you how I feel,
when my arms are wrapped around you.
It is pure, beautiful and magical.
It's almost like a dream,
filled with sugar-free and a bit of alcohol,
mocha drinks and lot of attitude.
Hear my breathe and feel my heart-beat,
I feel like I just won the lottery.
so I'm putting you on paper...
good thing I get paid to write
because I can write about you forever.
This poem may not be the best,
but what inspired it is heavenly.
This time, it's not about a kiss or a smile,
or those two beautiful eyes that melt me when they look at me
and make the dark days all worth while.
Don't get me wrong, my dear, I love those things about you,
but the reason behind these lines today
is to tell you how I feel,
when my arms are wrapped around you.
It is pure, beautiful and magical.
It's almost like a dream,
filled with sugar-free and a bit of alcohol,
mocha drinks and lot of attitude.
Hear my breathe and feel my heart-beat,
I feel like I just won the lottery.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The Spill Canvas
The first thing I think of when I hear The Spill Canvas is that feeling you get when you see someone you love walk away. I can really feel what the singer is feeling as he professes his feelings and spills his guts out. Although I hear a bit grungy guitar in there, their style isn't very "in your face." It's more of a laid back Maroon 5. This is definitively something you want to pop into your car while driving on a long road trip or on a day at the beach.
Secondhand Serenade
Check out Seconhand Serenade. Great band! They have a great sound. Very mellow and aggressive at the same time. The energy and emotion driving their sound clashes perfectly in perfect harmony of a melodic grand piano and some pretty "in your face" crunchy guitars. I loved every second of the song Fall for You. This is a download that MUST make its way into your play-list.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Kris Roe of The Ataris - Performing at Smokin' Aces February 12th
From a fan's point of view, one of the most disappointing things about their favorite artists is losing connection with them. "Don't forget about us when you're famous," friends often tell me, and I'm sure many other artists hear this line often as well. Thankfully, there are artists out there like Kris Roe of The Ataris. Kris actually maintains his own Social Network sites and answers his messages and comments. Yes, that's right, if you're a fan of The Ataris on Facebook, you are definitively talking to Kris himself!
Kris has been on tour lately and, luckily, T-Union Productions booked a show on his tour. He will be performing on February 12th at Smokin' Aces with Hit the Lip and Angela and The Ex's as his supporting acts.
Kris Roe, who commented on Punknews.org back in October says this regarding what some kids have been saying about his new tour:
As rough as this comment may seem, I think it's great hearing artists get real. Think about it, this isn't an agent speaking for Kris Roe or some random Web Developer hired to maintain a social network blog. This was Kris Roe himself saying this... and all he is saying is how he feels and why he feels that way. It's just very "Punk Rock" of him to come out and give everyone a big FU like that. Personally, I'm behind Kris on this one as he was trying to get a message accross, and his message did so. He just wants everyone to know he DGAF.
Kris has been on tour lately and, luckily, T-Union Productions booked a show on his tour. He will be performing on February 12th at Smokin' Aces with Hit the Lip and Angela and The Ex's as his supporting acts.
Kris Roe, who commented on Punknews.org back in October says this regarding what some kids have been saying about his new tour:
I have no interest in pleasing anyone and I write what is true to me. I could care less what anyone expects of me. Punk rock is not a fashion show.Which gives us an insightful reminder of what Punk Rock is all about... or at least, what it set out to be originally. Roe was responding to fan's crizism of him doing smaller venues and taking a more hands-on approach to his music and tour. He was pointing out their cinicism as these were most likely the same kids who called him a sell-out when The Ataris were doing bigger shows playing songs that were getting airplay.
As rough as this comment may seem, I think it's great hearing artists get real. Think about it, this isn't an agent speaking for Kris Roe or some random Web Developer hired to maintain a social network blog. This was Kris Roe himself saying this... and all he is saying is how he feels and why he feels that way. It's just very "Punk Rock" of him to come out and give everyone a big FU like that. Personally, I'm behind Kris on this one as he was trying to get a message accross, and his message did so. He just wants everyone to know he DGAF.
Using Scales to Play Solos - The Pentatonic Scale
This is going to be a research post about using scales to solo. Not only will I be helping other aspiring musicians, but the research for this project will help me improve my skills as well. I'll continue to update this regularly, so check back for updates. I'm also going to be posting about other scales and I'll dive deeper into more guitar techniques later. First off, we're going to start with the Pentatonic Scale.
I don't know how many musicians feel like me, but I like using the Pentatonic Scale because it's easy to work with. Blues scales are nice too, but the Pentatonic just kind of flows easier for me. I don't know, it's probably just personal preference... Of course, when you're writing a song you're going to use whatever scales make your song sound better. Remember that one of the most important things about being a musician is feeling and emotion, so follow your heart when you're writing. Learning theory is extremely important, but at the end of the day, play whatever feels right to you.
I don't know how many musicians feel like me, but I like using the Pentatonic Scale because it's easy to work with. Blues scales are nice too, but the Pentatonic just kind of flows easier for me. I don't know, it's probably just personal preference... Of course, when you're writing a song you're going to use whatever scales make your song sound better. Remember that one of the most important things about being a musician is feeling and emotion, so follow your heart when you're writing. Learning theory is extremely important, but at the end of the day, play whatever feels right to you.
Inspiration
What inspires me? What causes my inspiration? Apparently, inspiration is one of the most popular topics to write/blog about. Since this is such a trendy topic, I decided to share my 2 cents worth.
There have been many different things that inspire me, but for some reason, love has been what inspired me the most. It might sound cheesy, but despite all the writing I do, I think my best work has been the stuff I've written about love... or inspired by love. I've written poems, songs and short stories dedicated to or inspired by love. Yes, my non-fiction work is decent, but honestly, I like my love work better. I think it has to do with the emotion I put into it. The passion... or maybe just emotional attachment to certain memories.
One question I was asked recently, "what do you think of when you sing this song?" It was a question regarding a song I wrote about a girl. I didn't answer the question right away, but after thinking about it for a moment I answered, "her smile." It's true, that song was inspired by her smile and every time I play that song I think about her smile.
I do have a pretty cool anecdote about how one of my short stories came about. I was doing homework at the UTPA library when I noticed a couple walk in, sit down, and share the computer at the row directly in front of me. They looked awkward... as if they were just getting to know each other. Each of them walking on eggshells trying not disappoint the other, yet they could not keep their hands off each other. Although I was working on my own stuff, they were sitting right in front of me and they couldn't exactly be ignored. I paid a bit of attention to them in part for research and in part because I had just been recently heart-broken. I caught absolutely no audio, by the way, I had headphones on blaring The Devil Wears Prada, if I'm not mistaken.
20 minutes went by or so when I noticed their body language begin to change. There was distance between them now and he was getting aggressive. He wasn't getting violent, just a bit worked up about something. The arguing continued for a few minutes, then she tried to leave, but he was standing in her way. As she struggled to get away, he moved in and tried to force a kiss on her. At first it seemed innocent enough, just a desperate guy attempting a desperate move to patch things up with his lady, but the situation changed a bit.
My guess is he was offended by his girlfriend not wanting to kiss him, but remember, I have no audio memories of this. He became irritated and aggressive again and now he was holding on to her arms... and it looked like he had a pretty tight grip. The girl looked around for help and just as I decided to get up and ask him to be a gentleman, she looked straight at me. He turned to me as well to see what she was looking at and at that point she got out of his grip and left. He stood still for a few seconds then ran after her. I never saw either one again.
Immediately after all this went down in front of me, I began writing. I just typed away my thoughts and feelings on the matter. Then, after letting my thoughts out, I let my imagination take over and began writing a story. I didn't plan it or decide anything. I pretty much just began writing and the story came out. I titled it, "Douchebaggery and Hoebaggage." After writing a little on the matter, I actually began feeling a bit of sympathy for the douche-bag in my story. The one in real life, not so much... but he did give me inspiration for some good material.
read: "Inspiration Part 2: "It wasn't sex... it was naked poetry."
There have been many different things that inspire me, but for some reason, love has been what inspired me the most. It might sound cheesy, but despite all the writing I do, I think my best work has been the stuff I've written about love... or inspired by love. I've written poems, songs and short stories dedicated to or inspired by love. Yes, my non-fiction work is decent, but honestly, I like my love work better. I think it has to do with the emotion I put into it. The passion... or maybe just emotional attachment to certain memories.
One question I was asked recently, "what do you think of when you sing this song?" It was a question regarding a song I wrote about a girl. I didn't answer the question right away, but after thinking about it for a moment I answered, "her smile." It's true, that song was inspired by her smile and every time I play that song I think about her smile.
I do have a pretty cool anecdote about how one of my short stories came about. I was doing homework at the UTPA library when I noticed a couple walk in, sit down, and share the computer at the row directly in front of me. They looked awkward... as if they were just getting to know each other. Each of them walking on eggshells trying not disappoint the other, yet they could not keep their hands off each other. Although I was working on my own stuff, they were sitting right in front of me and they couldn't exactly be ignored. I paid a bit of attention to them in part for research and in part because I had just been recently heart-broken. I caught absolutely no audio, by the way, I had headphones on blaring The Devil Wears Prada, if I'm not mistaken.
20 minutes went by or so when I noticed their body language begin to change. There was distance between them now and he was getting aggressive. He wasn't getting violent, just a bit worked up about something. The arguing continued for a few minutes, then she tried to leave, but he was standing in her way. As she struggled to get away, he moved in and tried to force a kiss on her. At first it seemed innocent enough, just a desperate guy attempting a desperate move to patch things up with his lady, but the situation changed a bit.
My guess is he was offended by his girlfriend not wanting to kiss him, but remember, I have no audio memories of this. He became irritated and aggressive again and now he was holding on to her arms... and it looked like he had a pretty tight grip. The girl looked around for help and just as I decided to get up and ask him to be a gentleman, she looked straight at me. He turned to me as well to see what she was looking at and at that point she got out of his grip and left. He stood still for a few seconds then ran after her. I never saw either one again.
Immediately after all this went down in front of me, I began writing. I just typed away my thoughts and feelings on the matter. Then, after letting my thoughts out, I let my imagination take over and began writing a story. I didn't plan it or decide anything. I pretty much just began writing and the story came out. I titled it, "Douchebaggery and Hoebaggage." After writing a little on the matter, I actually began feeling a bit of sympathy for the douche-bag in my story. The one in real life, not so much... but he did give me inspiration for some good material.
read: "Inspiration Part 2: "It wasn't sex... it was naked poetry."
The Meaning of Kindergarten
What is the meaning of Kindergarten? The question popped into my head as I was filling out my background information for a Google Buzz profile. There is a tab for "Schools I've attended" and I remember attending two schools in Guadalajara. I also remember calling them, "kinder." That's what a lot of people in Mexico call Kindergarten. I sat at my desk a while contemplating the word. I had an idea it was German, of course, it kind of sounds German. So, I set forth on a journey to find the origin and meaning of the word. Lets see what other interesting facts I learn.
As I begin research, one of my suspicions is proven true. I thought "Kindergarten" looked an awful lot like "Children's Garden" and indeed, according to Answers.com, that's what it means. My research, however, was meant to dive deeper into the word and find other insight.
Something I HAVE found interesting, however, is the fact that "kindergarten" was originally designed keeping the children's natural playfulness in mind. Friedrich Wilhelm August Froebel, who was largely self-educated, designed the "kindergarten" system to help children "develop their spirits as well as their bodies by making use of a child's natural playfulness and creativity." This seems a bit foreign to me, although I HAVE been through kindergarten, but it somehow seems counter-intuitive. My initial instinct is to teach via textbooks and more traditional forms of teaching. Froebel's design of a new "school" was for the opposite... to teach using art and toys. This makes sense, though, it makes for a good transition from infants to students.
As I begin research, one of my suspicions is proven true. I thought "Kindergarten" looked an awful lot like "Children's Garden" and indeed, according to Answers.com, that's what it means. My research, however, was meant to dive deeper into the word and find other insight.
Something I HAVE found interesting, however, is the fact that "kindergarten" was originally designed keeping the children's natural playfulness in mind. Friedrich Wilhelm August Froebel, who was largely self-educated, designed the "kindergarten" system to help children "develop their spirits as well as their bodies by making use of a child's natural playfulness and creativity." This seems a bit foreign to me, although I HAVE been through kindergarten, but it somehow seems counter-intuitive. My initial instinct is to teach via textbooks and more traditional forms of teaching. Froebel's design of a new "school" was for the opposite... to teach using art and toys. This makes sense, though, it makes for a good transition from infants to students.
Studio Recording
Yesterday I was in the studio recording. We tried something new I hadn't tried before. It sounds simple, but this is seriously something I hadn't tried before. I recorded a few songs just straight through. No layers.
When I have recorded in the past, I have always just done it in "layer style" where you record piece by piece and break it down however you want and just keep recording layer over layer, then mix that later and you get a song. Well, this time TJ, the producer, and Tazzy, my agent, suggested I played an original just one-through with just guitar and vocals. I was a bit nervous at first because playing it through means I have to nail the whole thing and if I mess up, even a little, then I have to do the whole thing again.
So we tried it and it turned out pretty nice. TJ will have to do a bit of mastering, but I should have something for you guys to download in a few days.
When I have recorded in the past, I have always just done it in "layer style" where you record piece by piece and break it down however you want and just keep recording layer over layer, then mix that later and you get a song. Well, this time TJ, the producer, and Tazzy, my agent, suggested I played an original just one-through with just guitar and vocals. I was a bit nervous at first because playing it through means I have to nail the whole thing and if I mess up, even a little, then I have to do the whole thing again.
So we tried it and it turned out pretty nice. TJ will have to do a bit of mastering, but I should have something for you guys to download in a few days.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Things I do When I Write a Song
I begin by blogging about song-writing. When I write a song, I have to tap into the scene that caused this inspiration for me. I tap into that memory, let the creativity flow and I jot down what comes to mind. Although it's not the only technique I use, I find it easier to write lyrics and then adapt music to it later.
Sometimes I just grab the guitar, begin playing randomly and usually something nice springs up. Most of the time I forget what I was playing, though, so it's not the best method.
I like to record what I wrote, even if it's a cheap tape recorder, and playback what I wrote several times. Sometimes I even record into the voice memo in my phone. This has proven to be an effective method as it gives me a chance to hear it and concentrate on listening instead of concentrating on playing. It's amazing what you can hear when you're not worried about what chord you have to play next.
Sometimes I just grab the guitar, begin playing randomly and usually something nice springs up. Most of the time I forget what I was playing, though, so it's not the best method.
I like to record what I wrote, even if it's a cheap tape recorder, and playback what I wrote several times. Sometimes I even record into the voice memo in my phone. This has proven to be an effective method as it gives me a chance to hear it and concentrate on listening instead of concentrating on playing. It's amazing what you can hear when you're not worried about what chord you have to play next.
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