I am never going to have a twitter account. I will never ‘tweet’ my way through the day, and I simply do not care what you’ve been up to and what everyone else thinks about what you’ve been up to. Seriously, what happened to IRL conversations and the benefits of getting on the blower? Aside from last night, I can’t remember the last time someone called merely to talk, and more outrageously, I can’t remember the last time a dude flirted with me outside the confines of this computer screen and or my blackberry.
Grooooaaaannn. But anyway, I didn’t waste my “valuable” time at work to complain about these shenanigans, I came to tell you all about a specific musician who I think is absolutely brilliant.
*Disclaimer*: Yes, I would do questionable things to m/o with this young buck and perhaps that contributes to the reason I’m writing. However, I’m only 30% serious about that, and 70% serious about my recommendation that you make yourself an acquaintance.
He is none other than The Boogie Man Jordon Daniel. He used to front for a hardcore band from the West Coast called The Gorgeous but now he’s flying solo and doing it well: aka, independently, without being pigeonholed by the music industry, and for free. Who doesn’t like free stuff? Anyway, you can download his album HERE. I don’t support drug use at all, nor do I adhere to idolization, but whatever this man has going on…it works.
On another note and mainly due to the fact that I obviously spend most of my work day doing the precise opposite, I have stumbled across several IC Roadie blogs and now feel a solid mix of apprehension and excitement stirring up my belly. The excitement is for obvious reasons while the apprehension actually brings me back to my pubescent high school days: what if people don’t think I’m sweet in San Diego?
I mean, I’m pretty confident in myself and I know where my heart is, but I feel like there are aspects of my personality that might not jive well amongst certain people. For one, I DO have a bit of a tongue and I lay the sarcasm on thick, but furthermore, I’m not above making suggestive jokes and I’m keen on being a goofball more often than I am about being serious. And what of my identity? I’ve heard overeducated TV therapists say that teenagers are the most lost, but it’s in my twenties that I’ve found most of my most significant trials and tribulations…
I guess there’s always God. And as the days go by I’m finding more strength in my otherwise wobbly knees through Him. I only hope that I can feed off the good word others bring with them enough to gain ground because it seems everyday the devil and God are raging inside of me (thanks Brand New).
Phillipians 4: 6-7
Keep it brazen.
