Sunday, May 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Inside these bare white walls
the world weighs heavy on my mind
mostly silence other than the cry of a lonely child in the apartment below
or laughter from the bar next door
i lie here my instrument untouched alone
with dirty thoughts and a dusty heart
i think about the city i live in
Things have changed not only here but everywhere
not only on the streets, but inside of me
ya they all seem to be getting younger-- wiser-- stronger
while i am just getting weaker--harder--softer
maybe It is time
to finally go home
the world weighs heavy on my mind
mostly silence other than the cry of a lonely child in the apartment below
or laughter from the bar next door
i lie here my instrument untouched alone
with dirty thoughts and a dusty heart
i think about the city i live in
Things have changed not only here but everywhere
not only on the streets, but inside of me
ya they all seem to be getting younger-- wiser-- stronger
while i am just getting weaker--harder--softer
maybe It is time
to finally go home
Monday, February 28, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
feb 22nd my birth day
the greatest gift is
to learn about oneself and about the world
i am learning to take better care of myself and those around me
i am now wiser than yesterday
I am learning to be more loving, authentic and truthful to others and especially to myself
life is a process and a journey
and there is always more to learn
Inshallah
to learn about oneself and about the world
i am learning to take better care of myself and those around me
i am now wiser than yesterday
I am learning to be more loving, authentic and truthful to others and especially to myself
life is a process and a journey
and there is always more to learn
Inshallah
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
i feel my mortality
drowning
alone
i turn my head
in denial
i am tired
of trying and failing
and every time angels appear
the dark cloud returns
and hovers above me
like a thieve to steal from me
broken, broke lost and sick in the middle of this hell hole jungle
i have tried to keep you
I have held on so tightly
stubbornly
refusing to acknowledge my demise
deforming
colapsing
lnto
nothingness
drowning
alone
i turn my head
in denial
i am tired
of trying and failing
and every time angels appear
the dark cloud returns
and hovers above me
like a thieve to steal from me
broken, broke lost and sick in the middle of this hell hole jungle
i have tried to keep you
I have held on so tightly
stubbornly
refusing to acknowledge my demise
deforming
colapsing
lnto
nothingness
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Experiencing Nirvana in the sidewalk cafe
East Village, autumn, 1991
The unexpected success of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" in late 1991 by Nirvana propelled Never mind to the top of the charts at the start of 1992, an event often marked a turning point in popular music and culture of the time.
The moment the album-hit # 1 I happened to be at the Sidewalk Cafe at 6th street and Ave a right across the street from my first New York City apartment.
I was there with my newly made bohemian friend’s, aspiring filmmaker James and future rock star drummer Russell.
We were watching the TV monitor the news of the band Nirvana hitting number one on the charts was announced and we celebrated with Budweiser’s and burgers.
I felt a secret sweet revenge on the guy I was dating back home in Toronto.
The last time I saw him we were at a concert where the band Nirvana were virtually unknown at the time and about 25 people in the audience.
Jeff the ex turns to me and says - they suck don’t ya think?
I said no!
You are so wrong. They rock.
This moment symbolized a turning point in my life as well, I had just moved to the big Apple, New York city, the city of dreams, yes all the clichés were true.
My new life had arrived; I was hanging out in the lower east side
Smiling and laughing all the time, so happy and living in the moment.
Not a penny to my name but I didn’t care...
I was an ecstatic, young hot and vivacious but unfortunately I had no idea at the time.
All I knew is that I was in love with America, New York City, my guitar and the rock scene.
I was living a life that imitated art.
I was experiencing my own Nirvana.
Fascinated by all the artists and outcasts that came before me, and all of those I was about to meet.
Yes this was my personal Independence Day.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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