I Bleed For You

Alice In Chains. Black Gives Way To Blue. William DuVal's voice is dark, not unlike Layne's. It is wonderful. Be not careful and you will end up thinking Layne is blurting out all the pain filled whispers and pounding words. Heavy, poetic, heartfelt. If you only have money for food, get this album, you will never go hungry again.

Stupidity Killed The Cat

It is Day of the Dead today, and a bunch of our "stuff" died. My precious Soungarden concert shirts are all gone now, and I am finding it hard to pull back the memories of my "rock and roll" days. People will find it hard to understand, but in losing the shirts I feel that I have lost a part of me.

Yes, there is such a thing as sentimental value. It is talking, are you hearing it?

Throwback Friday

" Hold on now, baby.
This could be the last time we stand.
This could be the last time that we say good-bye.
The picture shatters.
I cant find the words to save it.
Tell me what to do, how can I make it right?
We will always be fire and ice. "
- Poison, "Until You Suffer Some"

Woke up real early. I glanced at the luminous hands of my watch, it was barely past 3am. I stared at the ceiling, I sensed Little Popot's green stars staring back at me. Then, without warning, words filled up my head. Words to Poison's Until You Suffer Some. I tried recalling the whole thing, it did not work. I found out that I have forgotten "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" too. That made me a little sad.

After repeating the chorus of Fire and Ice a few times, I went down and had a cup of coffee. My first cup in more than 16 years. Just like before, it had no effect on me. I still wanted to go back to sleep.

I was still nodding to Poison when I came out of the shower. While dressing for work , I tried, really hard, to remember where my Doc Martens are. When I looked down I saw a classic 8-eyelet boot on my foot instead of the loafer I really had on. A smile might have started to break just then. But, I was too busy gathering stuff for work to notice.