Hello.
Sorry I haven't been around in a while. I've been kinda of in... the strangest funk.
Who knows.. Maybe I'll talk about it in this post. Maybe not.
I mostly just need to talk about last night first.
Last night was incredible.
I spent it with my good friend, we'll call him Kelby (cause that's his name) at the Motion City Soundtrack concert at The Venue. (in the small section... did you know they had a small section??? yeah... me either).
This was the sixth time I've seen Motion City, and fun crazy little fact... I've been on my period every time I've seen them. Yup.
As we stood waiting for the band to take stage Kelby and I stood there and discussed great overlooked music. It got me thinking about this one band that I love... They're called Brand New and they have some really weird and occasionally lame stuff. But they have one album that in my mind is completely flawless. It's called "The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me."
Sounds super messed up right? Well, in a way it is. But really it's not, it's actually the perfect tittle for this album. This entire album completely depicts the transition from being a teenager to an adult so well. It's like we've all been taught good:bad, right:wrong; good:evil, yet I feel like I was lied to. I feel like every single one of my teachers and clergy and family members whoever talked about life as being black and white told me a bold faced flat out lie. This entire album talks about that. Just the back and forth and inner being vs. what is being shown to the world.
Everything in life contradicts its self. Rules/Laws, Finances, Basic Human Behavior, even Scripture sometimes. So what? I don't know. I don't know "so what?" I don't know what the point of my thoughts are, I don't know what the point of money or "proper" behavior is. Sometimes I daydream about living in a small town on a farm... or in a developing country... where life makes sense because everything you do is done because it has to be done, because it's a matter of need.
Americans Suffer from depression because of an overload of choices and wants and then regret and shame based on their decisions. The American Dream. I live here... I'm blessed enough to have the opportunity to obtain it... but some people aren't cut out to "make it" that big. So then do I fail? What is failing when we're talking about an idea that is so broad and vast that it can't be defined? What if I do achieve the American Dream of a big house, white picket fence, and financial security; but fail in having a successful family life? Have I still failed?
Turns out I talked about the funk. Well.. part of it anyway. More to come later. In the mean time, enjoy this picture of Kelby and me.
Also.... Enjoy My favorite Motion City song they played last night.
