Ever listen to a group of book snobs argue over how 1984 was better than The Outsiders? This post explains how you should look at and compare books and if you liked my Thoughts on Music post chances are you will appreciate this man’s view on books! Enjoy ~thelionwriter
Monthly Archives: July 2013
“Yes ladies and gentlemen tonight I won’t be accompanied by my regular associates.” Rachel’s eyes scan the crowd. “But I’d like you all to meet my friend Bill, he will be playing guitar tonight, we have a few amps on stage and enough equipment for a full band, so far it’s me and Bill-“ Dylan’s yell cuts Rachel short, “I’m here! I used to play bass all the time in high school!” An optimistically drunk Dylan stumbles towards the stage spilling his last bit of beer on the way. Matt meanwhile has already grabbed a handful of sticks and rushes to the stage.
Before Dylan and Bill finish plugging their instruments Matt is behind the drumkit on stage. “What songs do yall know!?” The four look at each other for the first time realizing that they might not be prepared for this. Rachel bites her tongue. Bill scratches his head beneath his hat.
Both Matt and Dylan count out a beat in a whisper, “It’s a song called Velvet. You said you know it? Let’s make it in eight. Can you start it? Are you even sober enough to play?” Dylan snarls in response and turns up his volume. As Bill steps back towards his amp one of the bartenders seizes the moment to grab the microphone off the stage. “Ladies and Gentlemen, The Oncidium Alliance!”
The above is an excerpt from a story inspired by my experiences in my band Oncidium Alliance. I came up with this idea to add an extra story aspect to our performances and have us dress up as the characters from The Oncidium Alliance, alas the project has since fallen through but I thought it’d be cool to post the story especially for those who have been to our shows or heard about us. I’ve also decided to post my Thoughts on Music prose and an old essay I wrote on Led Zeppelin since I felt like the topics went well together. Enjoy!
Nervously, I gulped down a mouthful of water, “Pardon?” I choked midway through the question and felt myself start to lose all the confidence I had been building up for this lunch. Her grandfather looked at me from across the table again with a genuine smile on his face, “I said, we’d love to have you over this weekend for the wedding if you’re up to it.” My hands lay flat on my knees, my legs bounced up and down under the intense pressure of the moment, “Um…” Before I could finish my most-likely-empty statement, she slid her hand into mine and squeezed gently. My heart sighed for a quick second and suddenly the activity in the busy pizza parlor seemed to slow dramatically. A strange sensation similar to a waking limb passed through my body and if I had measured it then I’m positive my breathing would have read slightly quicker than usual. Though I was sure we had held hands before, this was the first time I could remember her being the one to start it. Glancing over to my left and seeing her stare quietly back the way she almost always did, I began to daydream about how incredible a full weekend with this girl would be. Her iridescent hair glowed for an instant, matching her heavenly blue eyes in brightness, giving her the appearance of an angel. How could anything dealing with her ever go wrong? I regained myself, “Well, I’m not sure what I have planned this weekend but if I can I’d love to go.” Feeling her hand on mine underneath the table, I let a thin smile pass through my lips.
Though I never did get to go to that wedding, this particular scene is something I felt most people could understand. The jitters of knowing someone you like might like you back. Have you ever experienced something like this? In the spirit of spring and its gorgeous weather, I thought May 1st would be the perfect day to put up my different interpretations of infatuation, attraction, and love.
For those who find themselves disgusted with romance, I suggest reading the humorous poem “This Man” or the stinging “Someone in Your Head.” The poem “Whatever It Is” encourages romantic love, while “Lions on the Plains” and “This Makes Absolutely No Sense” are both old love poems I wrote to girls I know. I’ve also posted my prose, “Thoughts on Love” for anyone who is interested in what I believe true love (in any sense, not strictly romantic) entails. Remember readers, all you need is love.
A Sunday bike ride around the neighborhood right before dusk is one of the most enchanting experiences. People are out and about but obviously winding down. The anxiousness of the weekday duties, errand-running, and routine life are all but drained out of everyone. While Monday may only be a few hours away, for this brief moment in the week everyone seems to have forgotten. Wind rushes through your hair and ruffles your shirt over and over and over again. Dark golden sunlight struggles to reach the pavement around you as it realizes its time is almost up. Cars pass by slowly as if with no destination or sense of time. You and your bike, even if surrounded by all these things, are actually all alone. Alone and at peace.
But have you ever had a painful experience on a bike? I recently put up my prose “Pedal Forward” which is exactly that experience. Yesterday I had time to post another poem about an intense struggle in my life called “Things I Need Know.” I thought these two pieces go hand in hand considering they both deal with the idea of overcoming an obstacle. Hopefully these pieces can help those readers who have just fallen off their bike and are looking forward to getting up. Enjoy!