The Color Purple...

Everyone I know has had something positive to say about this book. Some have even gone as far as saying it was life altering for them. So a few weeks ago while at my usual Saturday night spot: Borders, I decided to buy it and see if it did anything. What it did to my reluctant WASPish outlook on life was open up a whole other world. One of African-American women who are strong and proud.

Of all the characters, I resonate most with Celie and not because she is a woman or a lesbian but because of her quiet demeanor throughout most of the novel. Much like her, I was unhappy and solemn in life until a woman much like Shug woke me up. The novel did not alter my life but I found that after reading it a few times you can relate to almost anything in it. At certain times of your life, I am sure you can read the book and discover something new about it which opens something inside yourself. I admit I was startled to see the insight it provides for people who are not even African American.

So I am off now to read, Staceyann Chin's novel, "The Other Side Of Paradise"...it was recommended to me.

What You Talking Bout Walter?

The title makes absolutely no sense and either do any of my posts but what can I say? I am not harmless. I smoke more than a sailor and cuss a fair amount, what does this have to do with my blog? Nothing. I am just tired. It's summer which means there is nothing good on the telly and most of my friends get mad at me because I am employed full time. This is LA where people can intangibly spend hours at Intellegentsia and still pay their rent. I don't get it, I mean are they one of those Google Ad people. You see them in the spam sections where they hold up miraculous checks. They could also be strippers but I highly doubt the lady sitting in Laura Ashley doubles as Ida Hoe at night over at Victor's for dollar bills. 

Highlight of my day: A New Watch.

Low: Nothing really.

Anyways. I have to go to work now but as I start oiling myself up to do some copy for an email, think about what those people are doing. It may surprise you if you ask.

Quirk out.

What Sucks The Most?

The Top Ten Reasons I am giving up writing about music:

1. There are only so many indie bands you can listen to before you say fine you all are great and equally sound the same.

2. The pay is shit. Eight dollars per article?

3. The CDs maybe free but they have a deadline.

4. I have no time to waste writing music reviews in my spare time anymore. I am just too important.

5. I want my life back.

6. Band names are now going to a new low. Chester French that one is for you.

7. Music seems to be in a steep decline not only because of bands recycling sounds instead of actually creating new genres but because there is no business model.

8. I work in music so at the end of the day I want to read not write about work.

9. Due to work constraints, I have been "given up" on ie fired from over six blogs I used to write for.

10. I want to be a superhero.

Back To It Then Whore...

Wow it has been over a month since I last made a post and time has really flown by quite a lot. Lets see work is good. Really busy with one band going on tour, one artist starting to blow up and another band getting ready for a great promo. Work is unfortunately yet fortunately my life at the moment. I have no time for a personal life and my friends have been really ratty lately always complaining about never seeing me but I have brunch with them on Sundays so they can shut it. Haha no I love them. What I wanted to talk about was the really funny lady who is homeless and a bit off her rocker. She walks around Redondo Beach everyday not caring what anyone else thinks as she talks to invisible aliens in the middle of the street. I envy her in a way because she is free to do what she pleases she can spit at people or talk to aliens and not give a damn. Sometimes I wish I could do that but I fear I do not have it in me so there it is. Im a people pleaser and I admit it.

Life is busy back to the work.

Quirk out.

The Unneccesary Generation...

Although too much Two Buck Chuck is far from a good Sunday night, a lot has been brewing in my mind as I sat down to write a paper for my English class. Personally I am a huge fan of "The Lost Generation" a gaggle of writers who were expats in France after WWI...I find their conviction, beliefs and general laissez faire policy something to strive for. They held ideals above all else and their lives meant something. Their generation though stricken with war and poverty was rich in art, literature and a bevy of other things. I find that recently there are many similarities of now and then. Now we are fighting an uninspired war not only in Iraq but in our own country. We have the youth of the world dressing like hipsters who are notorious for not believing in anything and while they certainly have their own freedom to do so who is going to lead us tomorrow? Our generation is lost among one of the greatest inventions mankind has ever scene "the internet" . What happened to the struggle every generation before us has undergone? The political heroes, the insanely genius artists, the authors who amidst alcoholic hazes create unimaginably beautiful work. What happened to turning pain into beauty and really moving people? My generation is content with being lazy, not really working or standing up for their rights. I find this unappealing and sad. What will we be remembered as? With the great advances in technology one would think our generation would have a call to arms to bring this world to a better place but we seem content in the mundane and while we do not think we conform we do. Our generation has no great minds, political leaders or great writers. We will ultimately be remembered as the "unnecessary generation" and that in itself is truly sad.

Wake Me Up...

Today I woke up and found myself feeling good for the first time in almost two weeks....Everything seems to be falling into place. My golf book is being published as we speak, working on my new music blog, twittering away and finally able to think about someone without crying. Awesome.

Quirk out.

Missing You...

There are certain things I know I am going to miss about you. While it may not have been something significant in your life for me what we shared had a profound impact. Not a day goes by that I do not think of you or the time we spent together. The lazy days of high school we spent so many minutes whispering to each other promises of the future. When we went on away trips and just had to share a bed. You were my first love and in that I find solace. While I know you and I will never be again, because of the distance, time and circumstances I know you loved me. The thing is I know I will never get over you. I compare everyone I have dated to you and they will never live up to the hype. They simply aren't you. They don't know my secrets and I only want to tell them to you. The thing is I have to move on and at least attempt to go on with life. So I have decided to let go of you, of us and our memories. I know this may seem drastic but it is the only way I know I can leave you behind. What we shared will always be a part of me but I am standing in front of two roads and need to travel alone. So this is it...not exactly the best way to do this but I hope you understand wherever you may be now. I love you and now I have to let you go...

Sadly Quirk out...