Though I'd post a quick bloggeroo in the midst of packing. Saw D.J. Williams Projekt at Clementine Cafe last night and they absolutely fucking rocked the house. Definitely didn't expect all that they brought to the table. A few months back, one of my friends suggested I listen to a song called "Remember Me" by them, which I absolutely fell in love with after hearing it for the first time. I've got a lot of ties with that particular song, so it was cool to finally hear it live. Talked to D.J. and a few of the band members afterwards...t-totes awesome. I'm relieved I got to see them at least once before my westward departure. Was able to take a decent video of their performance of "Remember Me." I was immediately drew in when D.J. himself picked up his guitar and the first riff plucked from the guitar was SRV's "Lenny." That's the whole beauty in it all. You don't have to be a genius to get music per say...just let everything go and let it enrapture you. You won't regret it. Hell, maybe even you'll see the world a little differently...but hope is a whole different story. Til next time.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tis Been a Long, Long Time
I've practically fallen off the face of the earth as far as blogging goes, and am kinda bummed about it. For a good couple months I was on my A-game in the blogosphere. Then the pressures of my last semester as an undergraduate got the best of me (and my time). Now that I have a bit of down time before I'm westward bound, I figured I don't really have an excuse not to blog right now. Honestly, I don't even remember where I left off, so I'll start with graduation. Even though it's supposed to be a milestone in one's life, the most I could concentrate on while walking across the stage was trying to keep my balance from the hurricane-like gusts of wind. What I thought about while sitting (and staying somewhat grounded, minus my graduation cap flying off multiple times) was how 4 years of my life had already passed. Since age 5ish, it's been the constant routine of 9 months of school then 3 months of a mostly carefree summer. But now...now what? Before I made the final decision to move out west, I knew that's where I need to be in my life. So I booked a one-way ticket. Granted, I know I have to eventually come back to collect the rest of my belongings, but right now (for an undetermined amount of time), I'll be living out of a fairly large suitcase. Don't get me wrong, after packing for Ireland for 6 weeks and all of my travels since, I've grown to become quite the pro packer. Since buying that ticket, though, I've had my fair share of doubts about the whole thing. Then I realize that this is it. Now or never. Not that I don't like Roanoke, it's just not where I need to be in my life at this point. Since the first time I had the chance to visit San Diego, I knew then that that's where my heart would lead me right out of college. I'm well-aware of the dangers of heading somewhere fresh out of college without any job lined up and limited funds, but that's all part of the experience, right? A friend once told me of a story from a professor about not having much money. The point of the story can summed up so simply: "There's something very enriching about being poor." It makes you appreciate the simple things in life, "it reduces all the bullshit." Since I've just been living day to day, I haven't realized how soon I'm leaving until now. My, how time flies. Exactly one year ago I was in my second to last week in Ireland. It's been neat to vicariously live it once again through friends' experiences and stories. After crossing paths months ago, it's no coincidence that I had met someone who would become one of the best friends of my life thus far. It's been tough these past few weeks without her, but I know it's all worth the while knowing that she's across the pond having the time of her life with so many good people. Recently (within the past couple months) I started attending a non-denominational church called Valley Church. The pastor, PLarry, provides more insight and inspiration for a better life through his one-hour services than any other person or thing has in all my 22 years here on earth. It's opened my eyes to a whole new level of thought and perception for many things. If it weren't for my friend Brooke asking me to join her at Valley that one Sunday night, I wouldn't be the (changed) person I am today. I'm both saddened and relieved that this is my last week in where I've known as "home" for the past 2 years, but now's the time. I honestly can't say that I wish I could stay here another year because I would absolutely go stir crazy. Who knows if this move is right for me? Who even knows what tomorrow brings? It's what I feel to be right in my heart at this point in my life, so I'm going to scrap my way through it as much as possible and hope for the best. Not to mention, my friends will finally have a reason to come to California (ahem...Jenn & Jess). Much of my last week on the east coast will be spent in Long Beach Island, New Jersey to visit Brooke and a few friends along the way...then westward bound it is. Til next time, adios.
Bonus! I've tried my hand in as much country as I can handle so far. So here it lay (gotta admit - Keith Urban is a very talented man...and John Mayer is just an extra bonus):
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