Beautiful documentary by Lance Bangs
Bang. A gun shot. Don’t worry, we’re in the country, they must be hunting. Hunting what?
The phone rings. You answer. Bang. Another gun shot, this time through the phone in the form of bad news. Your heart drops again. You hang up, wondering, what’s that Mat Kearney song? “I guess we‘re all one phone call from our knees.”
Bang. Another gun shot, hours later. What’s he after? What am I after? What are we all hunting? Did that phone call stop my search or start it?
If today is a bad day, how do all the other days compare? What about the great days? What about those?
Bang. Not a gun shot anymore, just memories; coping, comparing the heart breaks: Your arm put in a cast on your eighth birthday. The crushed front bumper of your sports car. The end of something before it began. A false friend. An empty room.
A phone call. A gun shot. It’s really all the same.
As a writer-y sort of person, sometimes I find myself watching spoken word poetry on Youtube. There’s some really great stuff out there – some fantastically talented poets out there. Cruising the Youtube, however, is not how I found out about today’s Good Music Monday artist. No, I came across this talented human being on the Facebook. Yes, my friends tend to be those sorts of people – the Facebook DJs. But, I think that’s okay. Music – especially good music – is to be shared.
Ok, enough about social media websites! Sheesh. Let’s talk about…
George Watsky, aka Watsky, is a spoken word poet/rapper from L.A. His stuff is really different from everything else that I listen to/have heard. He’s more of a rapper than a poet/more poet than rapper. Get it? His music has meaning, and it’s fun it listen to.
Here’s the first Watsky video I ever saw (the one my friend posted!).
This is George’s super-popular video on the ‘Tube. He raps fast, y’all.
Here’s something a bit different – one of my favorite Watsky songs.
Ok, one more. If you want more Watsky – He’s on Youtube. Of course!
George Watsky (Watsky!) is a great example of a kid who took his dream and made it his reality. I really look up to him!
Watsky is going on tour! I saw his show in Detroit, MI last summer – definitely not a waste of time. Check out his soon-to-be-released album and his tour dates on his website: http://georgewatsky.com/cardboard-castles/
Follow Watsky on Twitter (another social networking site! Sheesh.): https://twitter.com/gwatsky
It’s almost 2013. 2013! Can you feel it? I’m feeling it. I think 2013 is going to be great. Fantastic. Wonderful, even.
Some big things are coming up for me, in 2013. I’m graduating from college this Spring! Ah! I know. Yikes!
I’m moving out of my parents’ house! Ah! Independence! Frightening.
I’m moving out of Michigan! More yikes. More scary.
I’m getting a really cool job somewhere, that I really like, and that pays me an adequate sum of money for my time! Yay!
These are, of course, my plans. Things could change. Things will change. 2013 is coming, and bringing with it new, exciting life events!
Instead of looking back at 2012, like a lot of people are doing right-about-now, I’m looking forward. For once. Things are going to be different in 20-13! Oh. Twenty-thirteen doesn’t have quite the ring to it as twenty-twelve. Or, do I just have to get used to saying it? Maybe it three or four months I’ll like it better, it’ll roll off the tongue… anyway.
Basically, next year is the time to do all the things you thought about/wanted to do this year, but didn’t have the chance/time/bravery to do. What will you be doing in twenty-thirteen? (See, it almost works… a few more repetitions, and it’ll be super smooth-sounding.)
Instead of making resolutions, I’m making plans. And by plans, I mean that I’m making this list, of:
THINGS I WANT TO DO IN TWENTY-THIRTEEN
Start a Podcast!
Travel out of the USA
Graduate from College
Move out/Get an apartment
Get a J-O-B!
Write a movie script
PUT DOWN THE CELL PHONE
Make eye contact (not in a creepy way!)
Submit writing to magazines/journals
Be in a play/musical at school!
Be more SOCIAL
Take more pictures! (Instagrams DO NOT COUNT)
Learn to Surf!
Learn to Ski!
Volunteer AT LEAST ONCE
Sell stuff on Etsy again
Random Acts of Kindness!
World Book Night!
Be Brave, Honest, and Strong
Whew. Good thing 2013 is a full year, eh? Anyway, I think these goals rollover into the next year. 😉
Is the ball dropping yet? Twenty-Thirteen, here we come! (See, it works now! Twenty-Thirteen!)
Ok, I lied. I just can’t walk away from 2012 without a word goodbye! It’s been a great year. Here are a few of my favorite posts from the past year. Now I’ll see you in 2013! OK. Bye.
I flick on my blinker and suddenly realize that I’ve almost driven all the way home without noticing. Twenty miles flew by under the wheels of my SUV as I sat, thinking about other things. Four Corners by Josiah Leming starts to play on my ipod, and I think about how that song always tends to play when I’m almost home.
Josiah sings out of the speakers of my car, and I sing along with him.
“Must have passed at least a million homes,
Can’t but help and wonder which one’s mine”
I got two hours of sleep last night. No, this morning. I went to bed at 5:55am, got up at 8 to finish that paper I had stayed up all night working on. I feel so tired – so tired that I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. Not the giddy tired, either. Just tired. Bone tired.
“Half of the moon is all that we get this time.”
I drive down my road, towards home. It’s the middle of december, almost Christmas, really, and there’s no snow. No snow in Michigan in December. I wonder if we’ll ever have a white Christmas again. That’s all snow’s good for, anyway.
“Blink twice, it’s never real.”
I keep thinking about you. I want to hang out with you again. I think about how I’ve seen you more than I’ve seen any of my other friends in the past two weeks. I wonder if that means anything. Maybe I just like you because I like things when they’re new, when I haven’t gotten tired of them yet.
“I wish that my heart could eat away my brain,
‘Cause it swings in front of me and makes me insane.”
When I get home I curl up in a ball on the newish purple rug in my room. It’s comfy. Slowly I come to realize that I’m laying on the floor in my bedroom. I don’t care, though. Sometimes being a girl is painful. Sometimes being alive is painful.
“Four corners make a whole,
And the holes will drag you under.”
By Todd Bieber: http://twitter.com/toddbieber
“What would you like to do if money were no object? How would you really enjoy spending your life?”