Growing up in the small country town of Caledonia, I always wanted to go somewhere outside of the small town where everyone knows who you are. Where everyone knows your business and is everyone's relative (I'm thankful that my mother didn't grow up here and moved here when my sister was in first grade).
It started with the desire of going anywhere where I'm just another person that no one knows and have never even heard of. I love the thrill of traveling to New York City last summer and going to Florida when I was nine and those trips just keep me craving for more. Of course even just going to Rochester for the day even excites me since I've been there so many times and I never get bored of it. Well, there is one place in Rochester that I love ever since going there for the first time when I was sixteen.
Water Street Music Hall that is located in North Water Street in Rochester. The best way to describe it is a well known club that has performances of local and well known talents. The dark lighting, the warm atmosphere, the music and of course the people is why I love it so much. The people are very friendly and like everyone else is here to have a good time and to enjoy the music. I met wonderful people there and I cherish the memories I gain there.
So come out to one of Goth shows and there is a good chance that I will be there!
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people. The Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. Alice: How do you know I'm mad? The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Objects Brings out Thoughts of the Past
It's funny how listening to "A Night Like This" by The Cure for the last hour makes you want to learn the bass parts for it.
Now it comes to the thought of my bass in general sitting here right next to my desk here at the dorms in its bag waiting for me to take it out and play it. Either for fun or for the lessons I have to take for my major so I guess its continuously on my mind. Not surprising that music is my life.
I take a glance at the bass I had ever since I was fourteen and nothing much has changed for it. It's a Fender P bass that I admire when I first saw it in Guitar Warehouse in Rochester years ago and I have to say that its still in good condition. The black paint is still on it, the wooden neck is still on there and the strings haven't failed me yet. Also, thank God the strings or the black strap haven't break yet.
I guess my bass has never left my side since high school and like music, has helped me through all the ups and downs and over the years have become very important to me. I can't help but to think back on what my life was like before getting it and how my life is now with it. Thanks to my bass, I can say that it helped me out in choosing my college major.
Now it comes to the thought of my bass in general sitting here right next to my desk here at the dorms in its bag waiting for me to take it out and play it. Either for fun or for the lessons I have to take for my major so I guess its continuously on my mind. Not surprising that music is my life.
I take a glance at the bass I had ever since I was fourteen and nothing much has changed for it. It's a Fender P bass that I admire when I first saw it in Guitar Warehouse in Rochester years ago and I have to say that its still in good condition. The black paint is still on it, the wooden neck is still on there and the strings haven't failed me yet. Also, thank God the strings or the black strap haven't break yet.
I guess my bass has never left my side since high school and like music, has helped me through all the ups and downs and over the years have become very important to me. I can't help but to think back on what my life was like before getting it and how my life is now with it. Thanks to my bass, I can say that it helped me out in choosing my college major.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Art of Begging
In some sort of strange way, begging is part of our own life. We beg to survive, we beg because we want something and we beg because we can. We tend to like having the feeling of getting something that we want that we can't afford and I do think that there is an art when it comes to begging.
Yes, everything that we do can count as some sort of art form and the idea of mastering this can be useful. You just have to be a good persuader to other people. You must plan out the course of the attack on how one might do it without being discovered. If discovered, thinking of a way to get out of the situation is a lot harder than it looks. Plus, it might put some strain in the relationship you have with that individual.
Thus the action must be a intellectual one. You must become the hunter, looking for the prey and beating them in their own game. It isn't hard to become an intellectual beggar, it just takes some time to think it out. Before doing it, I advise you to think it over and decide if the object you want is worth risking someone's good hearten nature. If you do remember this, not every person is a fool.
Yes, everything that we do can count as some sort of art form and the idea of mastering this can be useful. You just have to be a good persuader to other people. You must plan out the course of the attack on how one might do it without being discovered. If discovered, thinking of a way to get out of the situation is a lot harder than it looks. Plus, it might put some strain in the relationship you have with that individual.
Thus the action must be a intellectual one. You must become the hunter, looking for the prey and beating them in their own game. It isn't hard to become an intellectual beggar, it just takes some time to think it out. Before doing it, I advise you to think it over and decide if the object you want is worth risking someone's good hearten nature. If you do remember this, not every person is a fool.
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