Listen to the birds sing.
They will sing their happy song come both days of joy and sorrow.
This human's happy song will have to wait until another date.
Alone will the birds sing, just as I, alone, will not.

Oh Once Upon a Time

Please refer to part of the lyrics from Adam Lambert's single "Whattya Want From Me."

Pop music becomes so successful due to the ability of open-ended lyrics to appeal to the masses; they too have experienced the sadness and heartbreak, the confusion and the emptiness.

I am but one of the masses, finding pop culture lyrics that hit the core and make me feel like I'm burning.

It would be so much nicer if a high pitched pop singer could merely be written off as a corporate whore, instead of finding lyrics that tear at me everytime I turn on the radio, walk into a store, or happen to hear a passing tune from someone else's earphones.

Swinging

Watching the tennis shoes swung over the telephone line outside my room spin clockwise in the wind.

The curtains are parted just so that I have a slim view of the outdoors.

And now the one shoe recoils back into a counter clockwise turn.

The shoes are oblivious to time. They spin with nature.

Wind the other day blew at the show and now only one swings while the other holds onto the power line, keeping them up there against the wishes of gravity.

The mountains cannot be seen today. Clouds and rain have made their presence too strong.

Blue sky is somewhere up above, but not visible to this eye, not on this late Wednesday afternoon.

Half of the shoe has disintegrated, leaving the sole hanging from the body of the object. What once were serviceable to the human foot now hang pathetically over 19th St, a testament to how everything practical can become abandoned and useless.

The car down the road, it will be one of many that will be culprit to the final demise of these shoes when they finally fall 30ft to the aging tar surface below.

Perhaps it will be my car, all shiny and new, that runs over the old, soggy shells of shoes they used to be.

There lives a dog on this street. He may pick up and run with them, a temporary new toy for his fleeting amusement.

Everything is fleeting.

Definitely didn't seem that long...

Hm, I kept thinking to myself that I should make a new posting on here, but hadn't realized how much time had actually passed since the last one.

Since the last post I packed up my stuff and drove through the mountains to come out to Vancouver for a couple/few months. Pretty nice out here, even with the crazy wind storms the past two days. My car got out unscathed, anyhow.

I have some actual writing to do, so this post won't be very interesting :P That's always the excuse too. "I've got to get this article in so it's ridiculous to write on my blog which isn't for pay when this deadline is so close." Yet, of course, instead I just refresh Facebook like, every minute and I may as well have written a few interesting posts since February. Ah well.

One of my favourite musicians, Yoav, had a new album released this past week and is coming to Vancouver on May 1. Excited! I saw him in York, UK in the fall of 2008. Wow, doesn't seem that long ago :S