Monthly Archives: May 2009

i love people who love music

because music is the sound of the soul.

All music holds some value, but good, finely crafted music, is like a well versed vocabulary. It has a much better ability to describe the soul than bland pop hits.

All art is beautiful, All art is a window into the soul, but music, now there is something of the magnificent. music moves us. and its this ability which helps us find ourselves in times of joy, times of stress, times of lost loves, times of found love, etc.

music is the soul speaking to us directly.

and there is no finer art form on earth.

thanks last fm, for introducing me to so many wonderful musicians. not to mention the people that love them as well. its like being connnected by a higher means. to know someone else loves this song as much as you do. no matter how obscure.

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In the middle of the night

Its times like these, long weekends, nothing to do, the silence of the night, a lonely solitery house which acts as a cinfinement for the mind, a prision full of thought. When i remember you. All of you, the good, the bad, but mostly what life is like without you. Im sick of being alone. Its midnight thrity, and i need to be in school. i need to be doing something else with my mind than writing about how empty everything feels. Out of shape, mentally, and physically, i could easily slip back into a depression. How do I avoid that? how do i stay out of arms reach from the black lagoon where the mind is only free to wander about aimelessly, toiling with ideas that never see the light at the end of the tunnel. I want to drive. ide like to travel again. Ide like to start fresh, to pack up and go. I love the road. been reading about route 66, ide like to go visit, but even the glory of route 66 has succome to depression, and solitude. it no longer stretches accross this beautiful country like it once did, its been broken, much like the hearts of those sitting alone in the dark, dreaming about nothing. nothing at all. what is the fun in life without dreams? what is the purpouse? no.

no, no fuck no, im not going to slide into that trench, im not going to fade wither away and die off like i have so many times. fuck no. i hate that state of unbeing. I fucking hate it. And i refuse to go back there. Please god help me avoid the blackness that befalls upon us in our darkest hour.

i need good music, good friends, structure, vision, and a purpouse to keep ahead. and i will get there. again. wake me up from my slumber, i am ready to go out andconquer the world again.

but for tonight, let me grieve the loss of a best friend, to another failed attempt at a relationship. sleep, sleep is what i need, but you wont let me rest. i need to repent, and wake a new cleansed again. please god let me fall asleep soon, i used to love this hour of the night, i thought it productive, now im gettin golder i understand why people sleep through it. It is literally the haunting hour when old spirits old deeds, old reconings come to claim your mind for the dead. Dead to those currently asleep anyway. but for those of us awake, we may as well be dead. at least wede be better off.

god help me sleep tonight, help my week get started again. help me realze my worth, my value on this earth. make me feel alive again. like the pheonix, cast my soul into the flames, only to be born again, from the fire.

i have had so many of these sleepless nights, thanks to my inhearant bad decisions, i have paid the price, please give me back the life i once had.

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im going to start reading again,

preferrably off the internet,

ide like to do some things away from my computer again for once. maybe act in a play or take up a pottery class. im going to start my old anti military columbia sc phase all over, tomorrow. thanks rest stop goddess.

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Dear Adbusters…

In a time of instant communication, and equally instant gratification, we have lost. We have lost more than just feeling, more than just emotion, intelligence, & intuition. We have been bought, sold, and enslaved into a society in which facebook updates, twitters, and text messages have taken place of phone calls, and most importantly human face to face interaction. In a time when tv sets have replaced car bingo, which got kids actively involved in the beautiful scenery beyond the confining windows of the backseat. When energy drinks, pushed into market faster than the fading FDA can regulate the contents, are replacing the bodies vital intake of H2O. In a time when everybody has, or is developing some form of cancer. When the power of one of the most powerful mediums, film, has wasted its position of storytelling and mass ideological persuasion, on shock and awe graphics, which subsequently get brushed off the shoulders of an ever increasingly calloused and cynical audience. When has more advertisements than synonyms. When the wee hours of the late night “morning” spent “wasted” on wikipedia through hyper-linking, have been replaced with hours spent on youtube watching people get drunk and fall down stairs. When musical, and theatrical talent have been washed out by electronic special effects. When the future of our society living in schools, community colleges, even universities are losing funds to support an overextended military. When your magazine is only easily found living on the shelves of global corporate book stores which are eating up local community owned ones, we need you. We need your voice. Your tangible words. Your inspiration. Your sense of belonging. Your readers, your writers, and your interactive audience. You give those of us who feel helpless, and lost in the undertow of this devolution, a sense of community. You provide us with cover-to-cover ideology and epiphanies, but in such a way we feel involved, and part of something in which we can relate, as well as partake in. We only ask one major thing. Please push out more of your magazine than the current bi-monthly publication.

On a side note, I personally would like to see the following topics discussed between your readers / writers…..

The psychology of txt messaging – how it has produced emotionless relationships through dumbing down descriptive language, the period of time it takes to think and respond appropriately, and the loss of emotional interaction which is heard in the voice through Paralanguage, and witnessed nonverbally in the reactions of the body and face. . (I recently asked my girlfriend to perform a little experiment with me. Instead of txting me periodically throughout the day, I wanted to revert back to the art of paralanguage, through telephone calls. (our schedule, and current economic situations prevent us form face to face communication on a daily basis otherwise that would have been the experiment, but that is an entirely different topic of interest all together.) Just in the past week, we have become closer to one another than we have in the entire year we have known each other.

How graphic imagery, and instant communication has calloused our population into a dormant state of passive acceptance of inhumanity, violence, and abuse. On all levels.

Im sure ill think of more later.

Till then, thank you for being one of my many inspirations to keep on living outside the system, through dumpster diving, turning my radio off, buy nothing (almost every)day, avoiding blockbuster movies, and having conversations with my toll booth operators, mailmen, janitors, and other isolated blue collar workers of the world, which by the way I recommend, they always have the most interesting things to converse about.

Andy Sipe

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