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I have a request
related to a post I just saw about cashiers asking “Did you get everything you need today” or somesuch
my request is this: when...
Okay guys. In case you haven’t noticed, my postings here have been spotty at best as of late. And I know I could sit here and bore you with how busy I’ve been and plead forgiveness, but I know that those posts are infamously boring.
Instead, I’ll simply link you to my band’s new album, Argus Filks, which came out a couple of weeks ago. If you like anything nerdy, at all, from Doctor Who to Harry Potter to Glee to The Hunger Games to Buffy the Vampire Slayer to Pokémon, you should at least check it out. I worked my ass off on it for six months, and I think, despite our lack of passable recording equipment, it turned out quite well.
I’ll be posting many of the songs and their lyrics here once I figure out how to make the files small enough to upload, so even if you’re too lazy to click the link, you’ll still be subjected to the nerdy songs, so NEVER FEAR! :)
I’ve also been working on several short stories that should be ready to post quite soon, so don’t worry about the prose going away, either.
Thank you so much for following me, or just reading this post. I hope you like the upcoming things in store for you, and I really have become quite attached to you all.
It’s funny how you can be an avid fan of a piece of fiction, an album or, in this case, a musical, for a long time without knowing anything about its creation. This is usually what happens, actually. In this day and age, we’ve been seasoned to care about the result, not the process.
About a week ago, I finally learned the story of RENT’s creator and writer, Jonathan Larson, and it had a profound impact on me. In case you’re not familiar, he’d been a starving artist for years, and had finally found success in RENT. He quit his day job and was finally able to do what he loved fulltime. However, Larson passed away right before the play’s opening night, right before RENT’s success exploded, before he could receive his Tony and Pulitzer.
It made me think: if there is a god, how could he let this happen? If there is a god, couldn’t the powers that be change his time by even a day or a week? If Larson was anything like most artists, and from what I’ve read, he was, opening night would have been the happiest day of his life. Why would he be deprived of that? It’s like a bride dying on the way to a wedding or a father dying hours before his son’s birth. Maybe the play gained success because of Larson’s death, but that can never take precedence over seeing something you’ve dreamed of for years finally culminate.
One of RENT’s most prominent themes it that there’s “no day but today,” and Jonathan Larson’s death adds a new facet to this message. As tragic as his passing is, the fact that he believed deeply in this phrase is comforting. He knew that every breath could be his last, and though he probably wasn’t thinking about it, it was something he believed in.
So the main thing I took away from this: maybe it’s easier for me to take a nap or play Sudoku on my iPod for hours than to sit down and write a short story or a book or even a post for my Tumblr. But I need to do it. I never know how much time I have left to do what I love. No day but today.
My eyes are on your back, hoping you’ll turn around
How odd to fall in English class; I’m completely spellbound
You’re all I see, why can’t you see me?
Gerunds, nouns and verbs
I know them but I don’t know you
I foolishly think you might like me
Your signs aren’t hard to misconstrue
I know we’re young but that’s no reason to be scared
*We can’t keep up this dance without us holding hands
So we might as well take a chance and try
Everything could fall perfectly
Don’t let it all be a fallacy
We might finally be you and I*
I might pass you a note, but that’s such a cliche
We’ll just flirt on IM while writing our Huck Finn essays
I’m no Shakespeare, can’t find the right words to say
~I know you don’t want to be in love~
I just found it. It’s dreadful.
Ok, well…you asked for it.
Music pulses through my veins
Making me cry, making me sing
Other things don’t satisfy me
Algebra, science, everything
Out the window they go
For they don’t satisfy me
The fine arts are my passion
They burn in my heart
It there was no music in the world,
It would tear me apart
Grab my flute
Unlatch the case
I can’t take this thirst any longer
Snap together all three joints
Blow across the hole, my thirst is satisfied
It sounds like the chorus of a thousand angels
My thirst is satisfied.
It was published in this fancy book and everything. I have no idea how it got accepted but…okay then.