An Update From The Author: Saying I'm not an advocate of relationships was probably misleading. To satisfy your curiosity of my personal view on the subject matter, direct yourself to "The End.," the last post written in February 2011. (This also entails the purpose of this literature as a whole.)
A Second Update From Your Author (6 March 2012): This is becoming an aspiration to define the term "love." An aspiration because it is that very thing I find hard to describe with words. But every then and again I come across someone who achieves to do so to some extent. You can find these quotes I call fancy structures of words in "special entries."

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Guys That Prefer Drum Sticks Over Guitar Picks

Since I've already opened up roughly about how I run this blog, it wouldn't be too much to expose it a little bit more. I have in the past jotted "drafts" for future posts. Most of them were never finished and published, (though there weren't very many). I talked before about having to be inspired by a situation before being able to write about a topic well enough. Like a miracle, the night I published that post I met someone who re-inspired one of my old drafts.

There's a cliche out there that says any guy who can serenade a girl with his guitar will win her heart. There's also a little known fact out there that says I don't have much of a cliched heart to be won. But what does keep my blood organ beating, are the beats of a drum.

I had my days where all I listened to was what people referred to as "pop rock" and "emo/punk." There was a lot of bass, and screaming, and depressing lyrics, and long bangs, and black eyeliner, and sweaty drummers. I thought I loved it all, but I outgrew all of it except one. To this day whenever I hear a song, the words stray to mumbles while the sound of the drums beat prominently in my ears. In an ironic way, there is a calm I feel when I only concentrate on this background instrument. And in a live show, I keep wishing the lead would fuckin stand to the side.

The one band I've always wanted to see was AnberlinNate YoungPeriod.

Needless to say, that never happened. But I did manage to make it to Lollapalooza '11 this past August. There, I caught the set of two-man (or 1 man-1 woman) band An Horse. The cool thing about such a small band was having the drummer set up front along side the lead. Though it probably was because, which I realized in the middle of the set, that the drummer also sung! Bonus perk. Because when I thought he was a good drummer, he proved he was better at multitasking on the drums. I literally could not keep my eyes off of him playing. And to be quite honest, he wasn't the best looking...or very young.

On the first Monday night in [country of which native language I am not fluent] I found myself at the campus bar with a handful of other English speakers. For that alone, I was glad. As the night went on, one of the nice fellows I'd just met realized, after months of being at this institute, that he could hit a few sticks himself on the drumset that sat on the local stage. The bar's genius design allowed us to watch the stage from directly above on the second floor. At a show I typically rush to the ground floor right in front of the stage because going up to the balcony would only ever allow you to look down at so little, but at this intimate bar, the balcony looked right down at the band, drummer at center. It was a whole new perspective of looking at a drummer's passionate expressionism. Amongst a  buildup of my recent life's anxieties (at the time), I was at a calm.

This is number nineteen.

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