Voice of Reason.

I'm not a fan of Facebook. I'm not anti-Facebook or whatever. I'm not that guy. But the same reasons that I could see it being really beneficial for someone else are the things that make me kind of... hate it. I do occasionally wipe the technological dust from my log-in page there to post links and random pictures, but usually just because I'm procrastinating.

I'm in the middle of writing a dissertation to Nick about why I love The Format, whom he introduced me to nearly three years ago.
(I'm supposed to be writing an album review on Bitte Orca, which I will do. But I like to write long emails to friends about bands and albums that I love. As a warm-up.)

I met Nate Ruess about three weeks ago. I was at his band's show with Manchester Orchestra here in Portland (which I requested tickets for primarily so I could see fun. play). The meeting was brief but giddiness immediately washed over me.
He is probably currently my favorite lyricist.
And he has a great voice:



Anyway. I'm digressing all over the place.
Facebook.
The Format.
Nate Ruess.
Focus.

I'm listening to Nate's former band, The Format, today because it's what I've been doing all week. His lyrics are a security blanket sometimes. And this week has been scripted for a soundtrack written by Nate Ruess.
Because I'm not interested in getting too intimate with my Blogger account, I'll just take it all out on my distaste for Facebook in the form of a lyric by The Format:

Old classmates please drop all your pens
don't write a word 'cause I wont reply,
and I'm not bitter,
no, its just I've passed that point in my life

Exactly.
Exactly.
Exactly.

I can't say it better, as is usually the case when it comes to his lyrics.
That is exactly where I am.

I just wrote out two long paragraphs explaining why I feel that way, but it really does just come down to: I'm not bitter, it's just I've passed that point in my life.

Dude's a lyrical genius.

Here and Gone

It's been taking me a lot to get motivated lately.
Usually it's just a lyric. Or a picture. Or a movie. Or an idea. Or a color. If you want to think I'm pretentious, that's OK. If you want to think I'm creative, thank you. I chalk it up to being very easily influenced by random shit.

I just now saw a picture of a chick from the '50s with super-elegant liquid eyeliner and pinstriped pants. I thought, "I should wear super-elegant liquid eyeliner and pinstriped pants."
Sometimes these urges fade.
Sometimes they stick around.

It seems that lately they sparkle and fade within the same millisecond, and I find myself always waiting for the next creativity train to roll in.

I've spent the past month tapping my foot, checking the clock.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

It feels like something is beginning to come back, though. I don't blog here often, but I'm doing it now. That's something, right?

Anyway. Now that I'm here, I thought I'd direct your attention there again.
It'll be more music based.
I have a feeling that I'll spend more time there because music is all I ever seem to want to talk about these days anyway.
... I'm kind of a one-trick pony like that.