Tarantism

It was swift, like fire, and it permeated through my whole body. I tried to open my eyes but I could not. My hands were moving but I was not telling them what to do. Our musings carried out of the café we were in and into the streets. The sound of misery and mirth could be heard all around the town square.

After we were done, I put my guitar away, recalling merely the fall from the heights to which the music had lifted me. Call it a state of euphoria if you will, but when I make my music and crowds of people feel the same power that I do, and they express it through clapping along or oscillating their heads, I am taken to a state of ecstasy where my hands and my lips channel my emotion and pain without the need for my brain to mediate.

What I am describing here is the feeling I get when I play music for a crowd of people. When, through singing, people relate to me and my life experiences and they show their recognition through physical movement, namely dance. This experience fills me with a sensation that I cannot reproduce any other way. No drug in the world can do to you what a screaming crowd can do.

Throughout my exploits into music I can say that there is one thing that I continually ask God for, aside from persistence and inspiration. I pray that God will give me the ability to inspire tarantism in all those I make my music for. I pray that he will use me to relieve stress in the lives of those who listen to my songs, and that through those songs he will use me to minister to them, all to His glory.

English

Someday, I want to meet a high energy, exciting English teacher. I know that there must be one out there somewhere but I've never met one.

I've been taking distance learning College classes from Liberty University and I just started my English 102 class. Where do I start? My teacher is monotone. He speaks very slowly. He doesn't look at the camera half the time. Instead, he looks around the room like he expects an alien invasion at any moment. He also looks like a pastor that I knew a while back, and that doesn't help.

Now, I enjoi writing, and I don't mean to brag but I'm not that bad at it. And I know that there are plenty of kids out there that are good at writing but they have had such a boring experience in their english class that they never pursue their abillities beyond the necessity of school.

I've considered being an english teacher myself, just to get some kids interested. I would bounce in to class all pumped and ready to go and I would make writing interesting. Wouldn't writing be more interesting if it seemed like the teacher was having fun? I doubt that I will ever do that, but I hope someone does.

At least this dude isn't as bad as my Psych teacher. Agh!

Speed Bump

I honestly don't know where I got the idea but one day I invited my brother, Joe, up to my room to write a song with me. I had recorded a cool bass line and drum beat that together made a sweet groove. We sat down and he wrote one of the strangest songs I've ever heard in my life.

So now we have a band that we call Speed Bump. It's still just the two of us but it's about as random as can be. We haven't done very many songs. I think that we've only done about 3 or 4 but there's only one on our website. Hope you enjoi, and I hope you don't get any nightmares.

Going Mobile

Well, I'm sitting in the kitchen right now. There are a few pizzas in the oven because my parents are on a date and the fate of dinner was left in my hands (Be afraid, be very afraid). The unique quality of this situation is that we have no computer in the kitchen. I am, in fact, writing this entry on my birthday present. A LAPTOP!!!! Thanks Pop!