This Thanksgiving,
I am grateful for the simple things.
Like the Power of the “E chord.”
I like that chord.
I also am thankful for The “G” chord and “C.”
They blend very well together.
I am not too sure about the “A.”
I don’t think it likes me that much.
Maybe “A minor.”
I like the sad, haunting sound it makes.
Oh well.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
– The best damn Rock band out there right now. #
The question of continuing the maintenance of this site
has been put on the table again.
I don’t know if I should continue doing this.
I really don’t feel like it anymore, sometimes.
I go through this more often than before.
If not for my twitter updates, there wouldn’t be much posted here.
Even the music is starting to betray my inspirations.
I don’t know.
We’ll see.
My Body: Fuck you! We're getting up now.
#daylightsavings #
I wake up free because of them.
Thank you to all who served.
We are eternally grateful.
Happy Remembrance / Veterans Day.
Dad passed away 3 years ago today.
Sometimes I still wonder
what he would say to me
if I tell him my worries.
I miss you, Dad.
Today, my kid asked me this question.
“Dad, why did you choose to have your job on computers?”
I answered, “Because I like it and it’s a good job.”
“Okay.” He replied.
“If you weren’t working with computers, what would you have been doing instead?”
“Well,” I paused.
“I always wanted to be a musician.”
“A Rock Star?” He beamed at me.
“Yeah! A Rock Star.” I answered as I laugh.
“Awesome!” He smiled.
“So, if you weren’t a Rock Star, what would you have been?”
I stopped and thought for a moment.
And I took another moment.
And another.
I actually have no answer.
I couldn’t think of anything else that I’d be doing.
I wanted to be a Musician.
A “Rock Star” if you please.
It’s all I ever wanted.
Not much of the glamour or the lifestyle.
Just the Music.
Me and Music.
I believe in the love for it.
The passion you feel when you hear it.
The inspirations that comes when you play it.
The beauty that makes you feel when you’re in tune with it.
As my son looks at me, waiting for an answer,
I said, “I think that’s it. I don’t want to be anything else.”
He continues on playing with his stuff.
I think he got his answer.
It may not make much sense to him right now,
but when the time comes,
I am sure that one advice I’ll be giving him
when he thinks of what he wants to be,
is to find his passion.
Find his dream.
Find his Love.
And not just follow it.
Not just to chase it.
But to Grab it by its face and own it.
By then, he may not have everything,
but at least he has his happiness.
// I offer them a drink from the "Shadafa Cup", bro. #
