January 2012
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people are what they do
Realizing that some people in our lives aren’t who we thought they were is really uncomfortable; believing that a person is a certain way, and then having some kind of encounter that brings their true colors to the surface. It’s really unsettling.
It makes me question, not only the individual, but humanity as a whole. How do we know that the person that we’re seeing is truly who they are? We...
Some people think God is like a therapist. Pay money to sit down and talk about your problems for an hour or so, on a day that fits into your schedule. You may or may not take the advice given to you but either way you blame someone else for the outcome.
You talk to them when you think you need it. I don’t think God really works that way.
“Being on tour was like living in this hermetically sealed-off bubble that...”
– Sarra Manning in her book Guitar Girl
LA Muses
Whenever I post on a social network about how much I hate Los Angeles and how much it sucks, I get hate mail.
I have trouble understanding why people love to go to Hollywood. You have to pay for parking everywhere and when you don’t, you get an expensive parking ticket (even if your car was merely in idle at the time of the ticketing). When you go to a restaurant it feels like they never...
A Story of a Roadie
Last month, I met up with one of my friends from tour. It had been over a year since I’d last seen him and we ended up at the same concert to visit a mutual friend. Tall, skinny, and all freckles and brown hair, he had been one of my favorite tour confidantes. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him until I saw him bounding up the stairs into the balcony where I was seated.
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#thoughts
If you live your life like its one big story, it’s easier to look at your mistakes and bad experiences as just twists in the plot.
A Story of Eight Strings
I played the mandolin seriously for five years. I played in competitions, introducing myself in a soft voice to the judges and then picking out some absurdly fast bluegrass tune in my attempt to win them over. I always ended my song with a small bow and a hurried “thank you” into the microphone. Somehow, I managed to win a few times. I haven’t touched that mandolin for a good...
