count me in.

As I lay peacefully on my bed, it shakes. walls buzz with the vibration coming off of the ever so lovely guitar strings. as I lay my head against the wall, the pictures and shelf's shake and threaten to fall off, what I thought were secure nails...


Oh the joys of having a rock band practice in your living room, basically 10 steps away.



actually, I like it quite a lot. not only the constant blaring music. but the peace it brings. only a few people could understand. it relieves stress. everyone has that little something that takes them away from a reality that they so much dislike. music is my little something.

when the amp is hooked up;
there is no death
there is no heartache
there are no sad tears; only tears of joy
there are no frowns
there is no evil lurking in the shadows
there is no lying
it's just pure truth



The pounding and the fierce pulse that is rushing through my body at the moment, it allows me to think. It sets my mind and heart as ease. it's not a distraction, and it's not just noise. It's music. it's art. it's beautiful.



one question; what is your little something?