maybe. it could be true.
i'm okay with that.
it's true.

i think it's his fault.
more than likely.
i never blame myself for things i should not do.
it's usually the fault of others.
there could be ______ (fill in the blank) amount of songs from butch walker that i could substitute for this video that i'm about to post, but that would be melodramatic and stupid and be a means of emotion...i'm not about emotion.

bump that.
emotion is for the strong.
the weak.
the normal.
the...
human.

i'm not human,
i don't try to be.
i don't lie to myself.
i don't sit in confession after i do/don't.

this music makes me think.
this music makes me dwell.
this music makes me live.
i'm thankful for that.
insert picture of turkey ____here____.
okay. the night started off innocent.

i swear.
after a few sessions of something i like to call: life
things changed a bit.
i relied on the only thing i see stable.
i relied on butch walker.
listen to the song. i know it's long. if you're impatient, when he starts to just play instruments and becomes a long solo session...then just fast forward to the 5:00 minute marker to pick up from where you left off...
it's worth it.
he's an amazing musician.
it makes my skin crawl.
really. i start to think about what his music does.
i start to think about what his music stands for.
then, i ultimately get this feeling to break things.
not in a violent way.

mazel tov (so says my best friend).
i want to break things in terms of celebration...
if you have never experienced someone's music that makes you want to change...you should find it. i can't come in handy here. i can't "request" what you should listen to.
it could be mozart...it could be limp bizkit...it could be dr. dre or eminem and a pink floyd or garth brooks.
really...i don't care.

is this the face of someone who cares?
no...
what matters is that you find it. music moves people.
and when i find the person it doesn't move, i want to relocate to another planet.
because not feeling music is unhealthy... (in my eyes)
and being unhealthy sucks.
regardless of how unprofessional that sounds.
what i beg...if you get nothing else from anything i've ever said...ever...
i want you to find what matters.
i want you to listen to a song. and i want it to move you.
because without the music...i would be here tonight...
alone.

i may or may not be out of wine (the big kid's bottle 1.5 liters).
and without the music...i might be depressed. but, i'm not.
i'm here. i'm ready for tomorrow.
my body is clean, but my hair hasn't been washed in six days and 21 hours...and i'm not ashamed to say that (well, maybe a little).
this might make more sense for (me) you in the morning.
me. this might make more sense to me.
long live robert mondavi

(june 18, 1913–may 16, 2008)
until next time
-nick












