In reference to Gabrielle's thread on this subject.

The "what kinda music do you like?" question in Junior High.

I remember that question, grade 8 in health class I think. I didn't really listen to anything... I didn't even have my own tape/cd collection. I didn't have cable so no Much either. The only exposure to music I really had was the radio. So when it came around for my turn, I blurted out the first band that came to mind... The Spin Doctors, as they had been playing on my ride to school.



Everyone else was like Nirvana! Pearl Jam! 2Pac... So at first there was silence. And I was like, "yeah... I like the Spin Doctors". Then one of my cool friends piped in, a little unsure of himself.. "yeah the Spin Doctors... they're kinda alternative"...

I was one of those tough-troublemaker-class-clown-jock types so everyone just shrugged it off. I don't even think I knew anything about the Spin Doctors, I didn't even know what a spin doctor was at that point. However for a few months afterwords, I would still pretend that I was a defiant Spin Doctor fan.

It wasn't until I bought my CD player in grade 9 that I finally began to open my ears to musical pop culture. Perhaps the lack of music in my life up until that point prolonged my musical appreciation. Maybe if properly emersed I could have grown up with a love of music, and have gone on to become a famous musician in a famous musician group. But I doubt it.

This is the first time I have ever brought up this story. I feel my psychological burden has been lightened. 0 comments

If a great orchestra were to accent my deepest thoughts, and play throughout my dreams; Life would be the slow capture of a great movie screen.

The beginning and end I shall never know, the plot too large to ever unfold. The characters too diverse to fit within our universe.

If we all were to dance upon this stage, and make love until old age, if eras passed and collapsed, and we all fell, there'd still be more story to tell.

If our sun sunk from the sky and the heavens died, if the oceans dried and the volcanos cried, if all planets were to collide and the universe to subside there'd be still more inside.

When death and life are one and the same, when pain no longer remains, when sons of suns are nothing to no one, when shadow can't find the light and our third eye has lost it's sight, this won't be our final night.

If the last atom were to meet it's end, and even a proton couldn't find a friend, if nothing had become less, and less was more, there'd still be much instore.

Even when the film is in flames and the projector is all that remains, when the last character is the narrator and all that could have been, has been; there'll always be that spark that casts a shadow in the dark.



...and after all this I'd still be working backshifts for MSN :P 0 comments