Monday, March 10, 2003

Crazy new template. Whoa.

I'm gonna try and write more things on here. Pardon the vanity, but I've been told frequently that people enjoy the things I say. So I'll try to write more often, and invite the masses to witness my magnificence (the sarcasm is being laid pretty heavily right now).

So with a few months left of college, I feel the forshadowing of a the next rebirth all around me. I'm finding out new things about myself constantly these days, and a new found determination to harness my sense of self and passionately grab hold of the things I want in concurrence with or in spite of those around me or soon to be around me. It's a lot of verbiage, but it makes sense to me.

I want desperately for people to catch on to the brilliance of The Color Turning. They make such AMAZING music. It gives me chills everytime I listen or see them live. It's only a matter of time. Every time I see them live I think, "This is what I'll remember when they're huge."

My label is exciting and fun, but it will be great when I'm back in California for good and can be more agressive in my approach to the business of making the bands on our label successful. It's very hard to get stuff done from 2000 miles away. Phone calls are better than nothing, but not as good as face to face contact.

Last semester was filled with great shows I attended because of by buddy Jeff (Coldplay, Queens of the Stone Age, Glassjaw, Box Car Racer with The Used, etc.). Now I've been told that we're gonna see Taking Back Sunday, Onelinedrawing, Glassjaw again, and others. The excitement is building like nothing else.

As I drove around tonight on an errand to help my friend Charlie from back home, I was watching another one of the beautiful sunsets that we get here in the outskirts of Philadelphia and I know that I'll miss that terribly. Don't get me wrong, sunsets on the beach in California are epic, but there is an earthy, established warmth to the sunsets here that cover you with oranges and pinks that seem to blanket you in a metaphysical sense of unexplained purpose. It's a beautiful thing.

As banal or austere as the stereotypical Villanova student or South Orange County resident (with his/her high priced vehicle and distinguished upbringing) may look at my extended, midwestern family, I love them with more reverence than imaginable. This Southern California native, doused in his chic, healthy, prominent, cultured, artistic and moral lifestyle wanted nothing more growing up than to live in Cincinnati, Ohio where family was king, smoking was still allowed in restaurants, and high school sports were a matter of local pride.

I have an obsession with candles. I think if I were born in a time when candlelight was the prominent method of lighting, I'd never leave home. I have such an affinity for shadows and off-lighting. It's so mysterious and comforting to me. Plus I am a strong believer in the power of smells. The right smell can completely affect your mood. Aromatherapy is completely useful.

"Every passing moment is another chance to turn it all around." Remember that.