People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.
I’m a very firm believer that everything happens for a reason and is, at its core, intertwined. Though my thoughts on the Creator aren’t all sorted out properly just yet, my thoughts on the nature of destiny are. The most glaring, visible reason I’m entering adulthood with no real friends to my name is simply because I do not need them. Relationships of any sort are nothing...
With the advent of ADHD culture, it seems there is an implied stigma within society towards those who read fervently: on one hand, they alone attempt to maintain a veneer of independent intelligence through their ongoing quest for satiable reading material — on the other hand, they’re pretentious for setting out on that ongoing quest in the first place. Of course there’s something...
I don’t know where I will find you if I’m not right there beside you; it’s nothing that I care to talk about. I could wish away a lifetime for you to come back here and I I’m not afraid to say I need you more than you could ever know.
Mourn not for the vanished ages With their grand, heroic men, Who dwell in...– “The Coming Man of the World” - Ella Wheeler Wilcox (c. 1891)
In Defense of Baz Luhrmann. Film Review: The...
I haven’t done a film review in some time (about a year and a half, if I’m not mistaken), so I find it only fitting that I pick up the gauntlet again with what has possibly become the most anticipated film in recent history: Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby. First and foremost, it is pertinent to call to attention my unnecessary affection for Gatsby; frequent readers of this...
Everything is vibrations and technology is shifting lights.– Sapieja
I’ve waited 12 years for something that will occur with no universal consequences in merely 24 days. The fanfare will proceed around me, but I will maintain my collectedness, walking on and off the stage of the gymnasium with only a piece of paper in my hand to signify some sort of accomplishment. I’ve got to be transparent: school has never really been my bag. As a young child I...
Emily: My ass is bigger than it looks
Me: So you have a Tard-ass?
My dear friend, Michael Sapieja, just got his... →
GUYS I NEED YOU NOW: IF SCHOOL HAS EVER MADE YOU...
I apologize in advance — I simply did not enjoy...
This past saturday, I debuted a new song at the Commodore that I wrote in January called “All We Are (Not What We Could Be)”; while the video will be the acoustic performance, the song in the download link will, in fact, be the full production (a snippet of which I teased here when I first wrote the song). I’m excited to finally release an upbeat, happy song. Granted,...
Show SATURDAY 4/20 at the Commodore in Nashville!
I’ll be playing some new stuff and a couple favorites; listen to the music on here and then come out and see me at 10:00 p.m.! I’ll de debuting two new songs as well!
Fall Out Boy - "Save Rock And Roll" (Album Review)
I’ll spare you a traditionally long introduction and let you read this review promptly. I will say this as a prelude, though: Fall Out Boy was without a doubt my favorite band through middle school. Infinity On High remains, to this day, one of the only albums I can listen to from start to finish without skipping a track; Patrick Stump is one of most of my most obvious vocal influences;...
Dreamwork's 'The Croods' could not have been made...
I believe I may have a far firmer grasp on my life at the moment than I’ve had in months. Within the course of a week: I’ve emerged from a crippling depression, seen two films with my best friend, bought a tux for a prom I swore I’d avoid, made new friends, taken a stronger initiative over my web presence, figured out exactly where my life is headed in the coming months, and —...
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do...– James Joyce (A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man)
For the first time since, arguably around late November, I am happy. I am happy, absolutely thrilled to be alive, intoxicated on the sheer essence of living, and anxious to take on the world. I feel like the past few months of depression have let me finally become receptive to the clarity of beauty enveloping me. Ironically, it is in this ecstasy that I went to see Sam Raimi’s remake of...