I spent some time in Iraq. That year, there were only a few songs to define it. It was a pivot point in my life. Because I wasn’t listening to the radio much, the songs I took with me on an external hard drive were the main songs I had to deal with. One of… Continue reading Dani California.
If I never see the Sun again, I only need your smile. If the stars never come out at night, I only want the twinkle in your eyes. If spring never comes, to melt away the snow, I only need you near me, to always keep me warm. If I never hear again, I only… Continue reading If I never see the Sun again
There’s a picture that has lived among the clutter on my desk for a while now. I was three. It was probably the first time I danced with a girl, and I wish I kept in touch with her. As you grow old, you realize what you didn’t realize when you were young. Not that… Continue reading First Dance
Samantha a poem before you sleep, To make your dreams nice and your slumber deep. May all your hopes and wishes come true, And the sun be bright the next time it shines for you. May you have open arms that care, And friendship to share, And love to last a lifetime through. So when… Continue reading Samantha a poem before you sleep
In my room at home, there’s a brass rose. Gently colored red petals and green leaves, it has no thorns. Perfumed it will smell forever and never wilt. It is timeless and unchanging. I got it in high school, my freshman or sophomore year in the fall. I meant to give it to someone, someone… Continue reading The Story of the Rose
That’s how one of favorite songs begins. It’s the truth of the love of my life. I’m not really sure she was ever real. I met her through a chat room. I talked with someone, and they “introduced us”. The problem was, I was living in the southern US, and she was a Canadian. The… Continue reading The Love of My Life (Is a Shady Lady)
There are songs that take you back. For me, one of those is “This Time Of Year,” by Better than Ezra. They’ve always been one of my favorite bands, and I’ve seen them live a couple times. “This Time Of Year,” is sentimental, like the fool I am. The memory I have most is… Continue reading This Time of Year