im rummaging through lots of shit, trying to find a large amount of money i lost somewhere in my house. i have really bad memory and i subconciously drop things all the time. its destroying my life, to be dramatic. but really it sucks.
also im in the midst of packing things up to move which will be complete in about 2 weeks.
anyyywho....as i was looking through a mess i found a statement? i guess it can be poetic if i tried, but....in wrote this hours after a jason webley show that awed me.
don't read it in a poetic way because then it will suck ass. just a afterglow from the show.
EXCELSIOR
He played alone a long time ago.
Now he plays with three more.
He played about lonely men, incest and
other ways to love.
he reminded us that there's not a
step we can take that dosen't
bring us closer.
he pushed and pulled the song from his Regal accordian.
while alex scratches her viola, quilken hits his drums
and jherek makes love with his bass.
scratching sounds and harmonious drifts
loud pounding and banging.
the pulling and pushing of the Regal overpowers them all.
the sound of the people's feet across the cement ground.
these past nine years of my life.
they are the ones that matter here,
now.
his raspy alcohol tainted voice bring shudders
and fill hearts will love and admiration.
he returns the love and admiration
his fans give him with overwhelming
smiles that spread across his face every second.
he watches them like they
watch him.
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