Back Seat Dog

All I can do is listen to the Pillows, as of late. No other band is suiting my palatte more than them. Like this morning I had on a pretty average song by them and was like, “Okay, time to change it up,” and the second I steered away from their music, I realized that I’d rather stick with an average pillows song than listen to anything else. They just really are the perfect band for me.

Kinda like Harriet is the perfect girl for me.
Or Columbia is the perfect school for me.

I’m kinda swimming in a sea of perfection, it seems.

Well, not everytihng is perfect. But it’s all on the way.

Ugh. I’m so listless. I’ve got a thousand and one thoughts, but no drive to put them down in the least.

A Good Post

I’ve decided that all the happiness in my life can be discovered by reading my texts. My thoughts are all down perfectly in little texts I share with people, especially like Harriet. That’s why when I get here I don’t feel the need to say anything… cuz technically I’ve already written all there is to write. Last night Harriet and I shared a bunch of texts saying how much we can’t wait to live our lives together and how nothing is going to stop us. It’s all I can focus on lately. That, and actually, Appastar. With Zeph now a healthy, exciting member, Appastar has just taken on something so new for me. It’s like… Zeph’s our drummer. He’s not some fill-in, he’s not some temporary member: Zeph’s the real deal. Appastar is now a full functioning band. I’ve never witnessed that in Appa before… so it’s very very exciting. But back to Harriet… Err. Should I go back? Do I really have the desire to share my thoughts? She knows all that I feel. Isn’t that all that matters?

The short answer is yes. So I don’t think I’m gonna bother explaining to a bunch of people who continually judge me by this. Well, that’s a lie. Not everyone judges me. I’ve got a really good fanbase on here full of people who love my writing and my honest thoughts. I guess I do these blogs for them. It’s the people who know me who read these and judge me but actually don’t even talk to me who make my blog a little scary for me sometimes. But generally every week some person I don’t know at all by any means compliments me on my work here. Who knew a blog could ever be commendable? Somehow mine is. And that’s why I write. I write on here for all the people who need to hear that someone else is just like them. For the people who need to know they’re not crazy by thinking they’ve found the girl at age 18 that they’re going to marry; for the people who need to be reassured that dedicating their life to music isn’t stupid; for all the people who have found themselves experiencing any sort of emotion and not sure if it was okay for them to do so- I write realistically so others can feel a bit of comfort in knowing they’re not alone. Because knowing you’re not alone can be everything, sometimes.

So fuck the people who wanna judge me by reading this. I need to stop caring what they think. Not that I do very often… but every now and again I take their pointless words into consideration.

But yeah. Mind if I share something?

I wrote a song yesterday. It’s so incredibly good. It’s just this huge, sprawling song that never repeats itself and everything feels so different from the next. Annnd, even better, is that I found a way to implement this one riff I’ve loved for… its probably been about two years since I wrote it, I’ve been able to implement into the tune and actually use it now! That was very cool for me. I can’t wait to record it. I’d do so today, but I’m focusing on seeing Harriet. I really really wanna see her. It’s unfair we ever have to be apart.

I want Allen to wake up. I’m so in the mood for another level of Vegas 2 and I’m really wanting to jam with him for a bit: practice singing New Bang with instruments in hand; write hugs n kisses; try writing an epic song? Last night was great with him. While it was happening I didn’t realize it was an amazing time until I woke up this morning and thought about it right now. We stayed up till 2AM playing Vegas 2, working on vox to New Bang, watching awesome music stuff on youtube (watched the Pork and Beans music video what… 3 or 4 times? Amazing song, btw), fantasizing about anything and everything, talking about Appa, the music we write- conversation was all over the place (as it usually is with Allen, but it’s still fun). And best of all, we did all that for a good four hours. Err.. more. About 5. It’s just so easy for us to talk, do stuff, and have fun. Probably my favorite discussion was about relationships. Allen was describing what he looks for in a relationship and what his definition of a good/healthy relationship should be… and I always feel bad about bringing up Harriet, but shit. She fits the description for everything he was saying. Every story he has, I have my own parallel adventure with Harriet. Like, the evidence is everywhere: this love I’ve got with this girl is a match made in heaven. I’m convinced and there’s no telling me otherwise. There’s just no bones about it. This girl is the one. Every day I believe that more and more.

Well, I’m getting hungry and I’ve rambled enough. How about some breakfast, eh?
love,
stephen

Boredom.

Yeah, whatever, I’m bored.  All I wanna do is be with Harriet, so if my needs can’t be met, I just sit around doing nothing.  It doesn’t help that my Netflix account is on hold right now… and that the dvd player in the basement is jacked.  Otherwise I’d probably be watching sometihng from netflix on the dvd player!  But… none of that can happen.  This is the time in my life when I might do something irresponsible like go out and buy a Wii on a whim because I was bored.  Or maybe this is when I should go buy Blue Dragon?  I dunno.  Gamerankings.com here I come!

But okay.  So like, life is ridiculously good.  I miss my girl like crazy.  It’s so damn difficult going through all these days at school and not being able to be intimate or anything with her.  Even conversation is generally impersonal cuz I don’t have any chances to really sit and talk with her during school… and she’s got soccer after school generally… but whatevs.  I can guarantee that when I see her this Saturday, it’s gonna be the greatest time ever.

Speaking of this Saturday- it’s the Corbett-Danielle-Stephen-Harriet Olympics!  Bowling, Basketball, Eating, Mario Kart, and Pool contests… ya dig?  Me and the Hatt versus Corbett and Danielle.  I bet they win most things… but it’s all about basketball for me.  That was the initial plan… then it stemmed into an olympics of sorts…

So today’s biggest accomplishment was disocvering the album Kool Spice from the Pillows.  It’s so awesome that I’m STILL discovering new music from them!  Kool Spice is a very jazzy album and I adore it.  I can guarantee I’ll be going to this a lot…  And Melinda and I will be planning our big jazz dance party this Friday over breakfast.  I’m so excited.

I’ve got so many plans over break.  And I’m sure most, if not all of them, will pan out very nicely.  Spring Break is basically just this huge chance for me to see Harriet as much as possible.  At least… that’s how I hope it all goes down. 

But okay. I actualy do wanna go check out Gamerankings.com and see if there are any games I should buy… PEACE.

“Okay, bring the awesome back, man.”

Love me do.
It’s you.
Love for me.
Love for two.

Today can’t go wrong in any way.

But on another note… I was looking through a bunch of facebook photos just now and like… I’m compelled to go punch/kick in a wall or somethin’.  Kids are so not hardcore nowadays.  Granted, I’m rather tame… but when the time calls for it, I can be loud, rambunctuous, annoying, and a straight-up jack ass (in the best way possible).  And what angers me the most, is I see all these kids in these bands thinking they’re really bad-ass and sweet… but everything they do is one huge cliche’ or just not sweet at all.  So my two beefs with people are: no one acts like themselves… and no one wants to push any envelopes.  I’m gonna make sure I never come off as laid-back when being referred to as a musician.  I want people to know I’m a fucking time-bomb just exploding the entire time while I’m on stage. 

I’m a time-bomb.  Exploding the entire time.
Keep bringing the awesome. 

Let Me Go Sleep On a PILLOW

It’s about time that I wrote about one of the great loves in my life.  For far too long I’ve merely talked about them… and never in-depthly have I discussed their power of me. 

Once upon a time there was a band known as blink-182.  They single handedly turned me into the person I am today, basically.  They’ve made me as ambitious, snotty, rebellious, absurd, creative, and wide-eyed as I ever try to be.  They were my parents as far as music goes and raised me into the eclectic, talented, and goal-oriented musician you see today.  I know just about every song by them on guitar, drums, and bass and can sing almost every single song from start to finish without even thinking about it.  Tom Delonge is essentially the older version of me, Mark Hoppus sounds just like me, and Travis is all over the place like me.  Take the members of blink-182, put them together, and the product is me.  Mark was the reason I bought a bass.  Tom was a reason I started writing.  Travis inspired me to grab a drum kit (there were other factors involved with all of this, but those are some main reasons).  There is no other band on the planet who matters to me as much as these blokes.  Or… is there?

Blink-182 has been my obsession for the early stages of my musical life.  Since 2000 I’ve never cared about a band more than blink.  But seven years later I’ve found myself obsessing over a different band… one that is causing the greatest furor in my heart.  I honestly have not felt this way about a band since blink and now I’d like to express my sincerest love for the band… The Pillows.

I’d heard about the Pillows for some time, but never cared about them.  Attaining material was too hard.  I then watched FLCL (an absurdly amazing anime) and noticed the music was really cool.  There was one song though that I heard on it and was like “I… NEED that song!”  Luckily I’d just gotten into Torrenting and I procured the FLCL soundtracks.  There it was: Hybrid Rainbow, the song I’d been looking for.  While that was awesome and all, I had no idea what I was about to discover.  I fell in love with the Pillows very fast and very hard.  I started torrenting everything I possibly could and bought the two albums released in America.  I actually accidnetally downloaded their entiiiiiire discography (I have over 300 songs by them) and now I’ve found myself addicted to their music.

I don’t learn songs on guitar by bands, anymore.  I just don’t like to do it.  However, I’ve been eagerly learning riffs and memorable songs by the Pillows left and right and have been rather inspired to do so, even.  The only other band I ever WANTED to learn stuff by was blink.  This was a major indication of the power the Pillows were having over me.

The other day I had I-Empire on and flipped through a bunch of tracks before I settled on Love Like Rockets, a song I’ve been raving about for a while, but I even turned that off and went back to the Pillows because AVA just wasn’t sounding nearly as appealing as the Pillows!  Also, there are two best-of cds in my 6-disc changer in the car of the Pillows.  No band has ever gotten that treatment in my entire musical history of burning cds.  I also don’t burn cds full of just one artist usually.  I’ve burned two Pillows cds for Harriet, will be giving Glenn all my stuff, burned Joan a cd, and am giving Connor one as well. 

I just can’t explain it.  I’ve never heard better music than the Pillows.  The only advantage blink has over them is the fact that they were first in my life, I can understand ALL the lyrics, and they’re very simple, fun songs.  In terms of song structures, memorable riffs, style- ugh, the Pillows owns all.  At times they’re so quirky, other times they’re straight up poppy, sometimes they’re hardcore as hell.  They have such a delicious range that can cater to every single one of my moods.  I don’t need to switch music artists depending on how I’m feeling.  The Pillows have something for me at every time of the day!  What’s best of all is that they’re Japanese!  The Japanese factor is pretty big… but not like, a blinding factor.  I don’t hear the Pillows and go, “Oh, they’re awesome cuz they’re Japanese.”  Nonono.  The fact that they’re Japanese is just a side note that happens to make me jump for glee.  The Pillows have quite a few songs that are entirely in English, and you know what?  Those songs are still really awesome.  So them singing in a foreign language isn’t necessarily the core of their success in my life.  The Pillows are genuinely just a fucking rad band.

Here are some fact about the Pillows and their affect on my life:
-they have the most tracks under the “Best of” playlists.
- they keep ranking as my top listened-to band on last.fm
-one of their songs is the one on my facebook
-my facebook status is a Pillows reference
-Apollo’s Dream = the darker version of the pillows
-my guitar tone now resembles the Pillows
-my drumming is very similar to the Pillows (accidentally, really)
-most of the music I listent o while playing Halo 3 online is instrumental Pillows stuff
-one of my favorite band practices ever/with Appastar was the other day when we played a couple pillows songs, and they were only short fragments
-I’ve never written a story about a band before… I have about the Pillows
-the only other artist to inspire more writing out of me is Loscil… and that’s all slow, industrial instrumental stuff.  I’ve written a ton of stuff with Pillows music playing

Yes, it’s obvious, the Pillows are an incredible factor in my life.  This blog makes me seem obsessed… but shit.  I totally am and I’m okay with that.  I’m even considering buying a Jaguar guitar merely because Sawao Yamanako uses one.  And i might wear a black tie with my white dress shirt as a drummer merely cuz the Pillows drummer did it once and it looked hot. 

So yeah, if you didn’t know, now you do.. the Pillows are honestly the greatest band I’ve ever listened to.  Blink and them are tied… but not by much.  If I knew more of what the Pillows were saying and could sing along to every word, blink wouldn’t stand a chance.

The Pillows own me.    

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