Ocho

After seeing John Mayer for the eighth time, I can safely say I'd like to just go ahead and hit two more concerts this tour and make it an even ten. Too bad my current cash flow doesn't support my addiction to him. Opening act - Michael Franti - absolutely blew me away. His feel-good music had an overpowering ability to interact with the audience to make them (us, rather) feel like we had known each other for a good while. Maybe I was just starstruck seeing that he was five feet away from me through a whole song. Taking someone to a concert for his or her first time is like handing someone a Coca-Cola for the first time - uncontainable excitement, topped with an ear-to-ear grin. Highlights of the show were his covers of Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams," Martin Sexton's "Glory Bound," and Jimi Hendrix's "Castles Made of Sand" (most likely only picked up by esoteric Hendrix fans). Below is the only video I was able to get before my camera battery died. It's somewhat bittersweet, but I was finally forced to watch the whole show through my own eyes and not through a camera screen. All in all, great show performed by great people, while myself was accompanied by great people.

I love every minute of it.

A Glowing Ember...

I made this blog to specifically get my thoughts out, but I am utterly speechless right now. I'm not going to post the lyrics because this performance speaks for itself.

Obsolete

How we came to be-

at this present day in time-

Should have no bearing

on what we are (were) supposed to be.

But alas!

Turning back the hands of time

has proved to be no simple feat.

As each day inches, creeps, drags along,

My thoughts invariably trace

Back to you.

Swimming in a sea of confusion-

My mind a disheveled mess-

I am at a loss without you.

This love lingers,

gives my naive self a false sense of hope

For that which my heart longs.

In body, in mind, in spirit-

I Need You.

Come back, my love.

On Favorites

You know that favorite pair of jeans that you never want to take off, even to wash, because you love them so much? During my most recent trip to San Diego, I came across a pair of jeans that couldn't have fit me more perfectly. I have worn them every single day since the purchase. I'm considering a bulk order of them so I'll have a lifetime supply and never have to worry about finding that right pair of jeans again. The brand is Flying Monkey, which I've never even heard of so it has no meaning to me whatsoever. Needless to say, I should probably invest in another pair so I can finally take this pair off to give them a good wash.

What an absolutely pointless post, but I had to express my love for my Flying Monkeys.

LAAHHVE LAAHHVE LOVE

I can't count the number of times I've heard and seen Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance," but this still remains my favorite part of the song/video. Tis my current signature dance move whilst driving. Just can't get enough of her.

Perfectly at peace, so I move along a bit higher.

A lot can happen in a week's time span, so think about everything that has happened in the past week and any plans for the upcoming week. Can't remember? 7 days may not seem like a long time, but right now it feels like an eternity.

Exactly one week ago was the last time I spoke to the most constant individual in my life. Granted, no one should be forced to do anything against his or her will, but honestly? I think it goes to show how much I had put forth in the past few months trying to mend ties and come to terms with decisions I've made. What do I get in return? Not a goddamn thing. Not a "Hello." Nothing.

While walking away from you, one of the greatest epiphanies of my lifetime absolutely slammed me. But now I can see it: there is nothing left. I thought there was an unconditional love - a mutual longing to remain (at the least) friends. I miss you beyond explanation, but an unrequited longing for each other's love is, to say the least, not my idea of love (or what I believe to be love). I have no tears left for this matter. You have let me run dry. And this is where I start anew.

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On a much more rewarding topic, my 8th John Mayer concert in Washington, D.C. is in roughly one week. 8, you say? Yes, and each time has been more memorable than the last. Maybe we'll get asked backstage? Ha! I figure he should start paying me to come to his concerts.

On to the next one.

Essence of Beauty

I have nothing to say other than Sade has made this well worth waiting for. Exactly what 2010 needed.

"Skin"

When I found out this love's undone
I was like a gun, sure as it was over
Felt like nothing good could come

Sure as it's gonna play and play
Like Michael back in the day

I'm gonna peel you away

Now as I begin to wash you off my skin
I'm gonna peel you away
'Cause you're not right within

I love you so
Sometimes love has to let go

So this time don't think it's a lie
I say goodbye

Now as I begin to wash you off my skin
I'm gonna peel you away
'Cause you're not right within

Now it's time to wash you off my skin

Now as I begin, it couldn't be right
'Cause you're not right within

I say goodbye

Nostalgia's Hollowing

I previously posted a poem by e.e. cummings, but after coming across a book of selected poems from him, I felt it necessary to post this one. Hits pretty close to home for my present state of mind.

it is so long since my heart has been with yours

shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town--

that i have perhaps forgotten
how,always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh)Love
coins His most gradual gesture,

and whittles life to eternity

--after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed memories

Back to the Grind

After 2 months of no income, I finally am getting back into the groove of working. Granted, my job entails "watching over the clubhouse" - as in, full hour of Cash Cab followed by Wheel of Fortune, then Jeopardy. Not much to it until the boss notices dust bunnies under the treadmill. After that, what more of an incentive to get work done while waiting to close up shop. And when the weather finally decides to please my love of the hot sun, time to hit the pool.

But this body isn't fit for pool attire, which means I need to start up some P90X again. All it's gonna take is some dedication and inspiration to actually start. So - do it to it and don't be a hero.

Anyone up for the challenge?