Come with me home, We hardly know
don’t be alone. each other so…
Say that you won’t I better
go, without me. go, I just might
They’re closing up have some regrets.
but there’s still so much to be said,
life’s too short to fear mistakes.
Maybe I’m dead,
Maybe I’m afraid of love
but you could be
I leave come the light,
so we have but the hours of the night
and that’s alright,
until I begin my internship at Apple, and I still can’t believe it. How did this happen? I’m going to wake up soon, right?
1. Blackbird - Alter Bridge (7:58)
2. Ants of the Sky - Between the Buried and Me (13:10)
3. Cygnus…Vismund Cygnus - The Mars Volta (13:02)
4. It’s Not Safe to Swim Today - Veil of Maya (2:43)
5. The Pot - Tool (6:22)
6. Speak to Me - I the Mighty (3:20)
7. Dazed and Confused - Led Zeppelin (6:26)
8. Codex - Veil of Maya (3:25)
9. All New Materials - Periphery (5:20)
10. The Lemon Song - Led Zeppelin (6:18)
11. Alpha Centauri - Noisia [Receptor Remix] (7:15)
12. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen (5:55)
13. Cicatriz Esp - The Mars Volta (12:29)
14. O Come, O Come Emmanuel - August Burns Red (4:58)
15. Right Where It Belongs - Nine Inch Nails (5:04)
Guitar is an amazing thing if you think about it. The amount of intricacy is astonishing; how guitarists are able to pluck a string mere thousandths of an inch in diameter without bumping the other strings, all without even looking at their picking hand, and while the other hand is dancing to and fro between strings and frets, is beyond me.
I love learning really intricate pieces on guitar, but I often step back and think, “how am I even able to do this?” Yes, I’ve been playing for many years, but it’s still incredible to me that I got to this point. And I’m not even that good—lest you think I’m self-congratulating here. It’s more of a wonder at the skills we take for granted, and how impressive they actually are if we take a moment to consider it.
Try it sometime; you might impress yourself with what you can do.
I feel lonely, which makes me feel inadequate.
To what extent do we like something because we are conditioned to by media and social acceptance, versus genuinely liking something because it interests us? Is there a way of knowing?
Every like and interest of ours is influenced by something. At what point does it cross the “genuine” line? This post probably doesn’t make sense, because it baffles me too.
- Naser: omg im going to get skyler to draw u as a shibe
- Me: hahahahaha
- Me: oh my god
- Naser: draw u as a shibe fucking a hot dog woman
- Me: fucking a HOT DOG?
- Naser: I LAUGHED SO FUCKING HARD
- Me: HAHAHA
- Me: good
- Naser: YOU IDIOT
- Naser: i like my girls like i like my music
- Naser: super ratchet with a big low end doe
- Me: i like my girls like i like my food
- Me: i like hot dogs
- Naser: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
It just hit me like a ton of bricks how much work I have to catch up on in the span of about 16 days, if I’m lucky enough to get that many. I’m seriously fucked. What have I done? Why did I do this to myself?
I’m lying here in bed worried sick. My head hurts. I’m terrified.
I do not want to fail, but I’ve basically dug my own grave.
Washington State Rep. Ed Orcutt (R)
ARE YOU SHITTING ME
I think the best music is the one that leaves you wanting more. The best songs have just a tease of your favorite thing: a singer belting it out, a soaring guitar solo… A certain sound that, to you, is irresistible, and makes you want to hear it all the time. But that’s what makes it so special; It’s only there for a measure or two, then it’s gone.
Any song which abuses this special sound loses so much of its value. As a fan of metal music, I love hearing a drummer letting his feet fly on the double bass pedals, or hearing a heavy-handed riff. But any song which involves this over and over and over has no musical quality to me whatsoever. It’s all in the art of throwing in that flash of speed, skill, or groove without overdoing it. I also enjoy hearing a sonorous voice at full tilt, creating an echo that runs up and down your spine and gives you chills. But when the whole song is an unending string of bold, high notes, it turns into a ho-hum shouting match.
To me, this is something that has been lost among music today. The crescendo is what makes for the most beautiful music.
WE ARE ELITE
for every time I saw “this is the greatest post on Tumblr” or some variation thereof, I could quit my job.