Wednesday, November 18, 2009

When I Say Shoot ...

My brother-in-law just got home from Iraq yesterday. His three-year old son (my nephew) turned on the Wii and told his dad, "When I say shoot, you shoot, okay?" =)

Mahalo for your service, bro.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

First Love

California Coffee Tour: Day 6

We've had a funny relationship through the years. She was my childhood sweetheart, my first puppy love. You know, the one your parents think is sweet and they support you, but more because you're their kid, not because they think it's gonna work out. You'll do anything to be together. She's your world.

But then a few years go by. You grow up and the pressures of real life start to kick in . You got bills. Need to eat. The car breaks down and you learn real quick that love won't fix the car. And slowly, the relationship becomes routine, and after routine, it digresses into just another pressure, another bill, another thing that needs fixing.

"Maybe we should see other people." You say it because you already are. If not in actuality, then dozens of times in your mind. You see yourself happy again, or at least able to get by without being plagued with worry. You see what your parents saw, back when you were a child and didn't know any better. The world starts to make more sense this way.

So I left. I ran out and took a good look around. Took a good look at myself, too. Truth is, even though I left you, you never left me.

Now I'm back. Not with the chip I had on my shoulder before I left, not merely wanting to vindicate us in front of everybody who said we couldn't make it. I'm back because I don't see myself with anyone else. What we had was real from the beginning, and I would fail to be who I truly am or become who I'm supposed to be if I couldn't be with you for the rest of my life. You're my song, every melody that's in me, written and unwritten.

Take me back. Music, take me back.

Friday, September 11, 2009

For the music makers ...

Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 1844–1881

6. Ode

WE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers, 5
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities, 10
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure 15
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth; 20
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Saturday, August 8, 2009

How To Sing Japanese Pop

1. Find Okinawan Water Bracelet
2. Wear bracelet in studio
3. Obtain Japanese Pop Song Lyrics
4. Record With J-Pop Star Shades