- Knowledge. I adore talking to a guy who knows what he’s talking about, whether or not it’s something I’m familiar with. Along with that comes the ability to hold a deep conversation for however long is fit. I love deep conversations.
- Music loving. Otherwise we won’t last long, you’ll get tired of my excitement over new Gaslight Anthem albums and revisiting old Third Eye Blind albums once a month for days on end and my futile attempts to rap and rants on the state of music today and constant exploring through the Singer/Songwriter section on iTunes. I also love singalongs.
- That balance between being hyperactive and lazy, so we can go on adventures one day then be lazy and watch 30 Rock all of the next, and absolutely love doing both.
I know there’s someone out there feeling just like I feel. I know they’re waiting up. I know they’re waiting to heal.
It’s supposed to be a letter to whoever is listening. Like, this is what we got beat up by and maybe you did too.The Gaslight Anthem frontman Brian Fallon on the band’s new album, Handwritten. Which everyone should go listen to.
Everybody leaves, and I’d expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn’t you?The Gaslight Anthem
“And the crisscross of what is true, won’t get to us ‘cause you know me- I could not give up on you. And the fog of what is right won’t cover us ‘cause you know me- I could not give up a fight.”
I’m in a weird music mood. Today = Blind Pilot, Say Anything, The Gaslight Anthem, Johnny Cash, and Damien Rice.
I heard it like a shot through my skull to my brain. I felt my fingertips tingle, and it started to rain. When the walls of my bedroom were tremblin’ around me, this ramshackle voice over attack of a blues beat, telling me he’s ‘only looking for fun.’ This was the sound of the very last gang in town as heard by my wild young heart, like directions on a cold dark night, saying, ‘Let it out, let it out, let it out. You’re doing all right.’ And I heard it in his chain gang soul- it wasn’t just the same sad song.
Am I speaking in riddles, or do you feel what I mean? Are you dying to move, or are you dying to be the one moved?Señor and the Queen
I always kind-of, sort-of wished I was someone else.