Untitled Razzy Rant

I hate the JONAS BROTHERS. Ok I get it every generation needs their vaguely talented music acts that they then can idolize and wax poetic about into their last days while complaining that today's music is just not as good as when you where a kid. but serious why them, they sound like they are going through puberty on stage. Then they come with that whole virginal routine which is so tired. I will say that before they became uber popular their sound was funkier and I liked it. It had more soul as they are partly Latino. This new shit is pop garbage. I think I just don't like the Disney kids. Selena Gomez, Zac Efron, Vanessa Hudgens, Miley Cyrus/Hanna Montana, Corbin Bleu, Cheetah Girls they are all products and will have a expiration date, unless they eventually become good artist in their own right. There are exceptions to this like Hilary Duff, Ashley Tisdale has one song I like, even the brothers Jonas have that song Year 3003 that is on my iPod right not so. I just wish that adults did not care so much about these 12yr old celebrities.

Another night.

So it is the middle of the night again and I am up so very up. It is 5am and I am so bored. I have resorted to watching home movies. Which is actually not so bad but it holds a peculiar feeling to wax reminiscent of this that has only passed like 8 months ago as I have only had my camera for about that long. I'm remembering things that I had so forgotten. I guess it's good to see things in full color video, well in my case most things are in black and white that I shoot. One day when I'm like 40 and me and my remaining friends will sit down and watch these videos and laugh. We could probably do that now. This one I'm watching now if from when I moved back home from school for the summer in April. It is this loooooong video recording a conversation I had with a bunch of my friends in the moving van I rented. It's like 30 min of random pointless conversation, but looking back at it it seems to be of more importance. Do you feel like that sometimes, looking back? That things are much more significance once time has passed. I wonder why it becomes easier be fond over things that aren't here anymore. Why does time erode our normal jaded sensibilities and makes all dough eyed over waves of light that represent the thing that me actually miss. I'm not sure which cliche goes best with this sensational phenomenon; "hindsight is 50/50", "time always makes the heart grow fonder", "you don't know what you've got til it's gone" (Thank you Joni Mitchel and later Janet Jackson and even later The Counting Crows featuring Vanessa Carlton). Either way they always seem to fit somewhere. Guess all those adages seem to make sense in, ehm... hindsight.

Tiana

I know that you that I know you know better
But he calls you and asks you to come over
Brash and unrestricted
Like he never abandoned you
Like that woman wasn’t his before he wasn’t yours
And you smile
Bat the lashes
Reply back
And think again that this time will better
I know that you that I know that this time won’t be better
But you can’t help that your past keeps invading your present
And he won’t leave or remove himself from your presence
Without care the winds bring him back
And you consider taking him back
But like the breeze very soon he up and leaves
You find that he’s not only stolen your heart
but also your sleeve
And that leaves you naked and wanting
And waiting for him
But the forecast is grim
Only for you
There’s sunshine for him.

Randy

I don’t know why I even bother
I know that for me 11 years of servicing him is more
I call
And I know that even if he calls me back
I’ll be some foreign after thought
Some 3am wind down after the club
Or some midnight pre club ramp up
He always smells of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke either way so I never know
I’m not an idiot
And I know that I like it
But I feel guilty when he’s gone
And the only gift he left was his semen dancing in my stomach
Or the random pubic hair that got caught in between my teeth
Or the cooler smother section of my face where his ejaculated used to be
I know it’s sad but those thing fulfill me
So I call him
Knowing that to him, I am just another hole
That I’m just another mouth feed
That I’m just another one of the ones on the list
The never ending list of the bodies left cold in the trail
I wonder if he ever gets annoyed that this zombie just won’t die

HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA back young people!

How many times can I say it icka bicka ba boosha! I got camera back. I got my camera back. I got camera back. I got my camera back. I got camera back. I got my camera back. I got camera back. I got my camera back. I got camera back. I got my camera back. I got camera back. I got my camera back. I got camera back. I got my camera back. I got camera back. I got my camera back.

OMG I finally got it back! It works perfectly though just like if you replace your engine or transmission on a car it never works quite the same. There is some lag with the shutter but I will have to use it for a bit to see if it in fact needs to go back to SONY... again hopefully not. I will be giving you guys or rather person new shots asap.

Smooches
Jay

Adele - 19 (2008)

Those of you who know me know that right now Adele is the truth. She hails form London, UK as she likes to say. I found her on VH1's you oughta know series about five months ago and every since I have not stopped listening. Her voice is so pure it's frightening. She is one of the only acts that I have seen in many years that sounds better live than recorded (save Natasha Beddingfield). I should also add that all of her recorded tracks are recorded in one pass. She does not have backing tracks or studio aided vocals, so what you get is what is real and what you can expect if your shelling out 30 bucks for a ticket to a live performance. I should also add that she writes all her own stuff and plays the guitar among with other instruments that accompany her vocal talents.Adele's debut album 19 is genius. I had originally downloaded the album through limewire with the intention on buying it if the album was as good as the lead single "Chasing Pavements", which is phenomenal, this song even pour from the dreary 4th rate speakers that are built into my television. It has very little by way of instrumentation but as you may have inferred by now Adele's voice needs no help to make a great song. As far as the rest of the album let's just say that out of the 17 tracks on the 2 disc special edition 14 are rated at 4 or more stars in my iTunes library and have a combined total of 987 plays, 240 of which are just "Chasing Pavements" making it easily my number one played and highest rated song since I have started keeping track in 2005 and probably second all time next to Garbage's "The World is not Enough". Which I listened to on repeat for 9 days straight back in my Junior year in high school.

The most stand out tracks on the album are (in order) "Chasing Pavements", "Right as Rain", "Melt my Heart to Stone", "My Same" and "Best for Last". I purposefully neglected to add "Cold Shoulder" to this list because though I love it I dont know if it has staying power just yet, but we shall see.

Chasing Pavements


Right as Rain



I sincerely encourage you to visit YouTube and check out some her live performances and also you can hear her whole album on various videos. I have included a link to a few of my favorties please take a moment, listen, and discover the future of music... Adele Adkins

Finally

Sony has shipped out my camera back to me! Only a matter of time now!

An Update

I talked with Sony today and they are JUST NOW FIXING my camera, I believe they will be giving me a different camera/model, so you know what that means... I will have to play with it so that means lots of new fotos!!! Yay well anyways, I have be so creatively strapped as thing have been going well for me and I don't write when I'm happy, plus my camera has been in the hospital and I still haven't found a way to scan my paintings, which i also have stopped doing, into the computer. Also when i do get back in the groove of things I will be changing the frequency with which I update, daily is just too often but weekly is just too distant so maybe everyother day, we will see.

Jay

Royal Oak

Tragedy

My camera is dead. That is so dramatic lol, but in all seriousness it died and is out for repair or (gasp) replacement... I will know in a week or so and will keep you guys updated or rather guy cause there is only like 1 reader but that one person is AWESOME!!! I will find some poetry to put in the mean time ttyl.

Crash

My hands are frozen

Trying to string together two words, has never been as frigid as this

Something is amiss

My body feels like it been spoiled in piss

Like I’m a willing partner in an S&M flick

This is bullshit that I have to feel this way

This is bullshit that she always does this to me

I thought the flame was smothered

The embers lay emboldened

Emblazoned and brazen waiting for a spark

What it got was a match

Though a time bomb it was not

Every word still hurt

Every work unspoken leaves our relation tattered and broken

And frayed and dismayed in ways repairs could take days

Weeks, months, years this continues

I think I’m going to need the wine menu

‘Cause this ain’t it

It’s not getting it

It’s not working

I’m hungry for a revolution

A resolution a grievances

‘Cause my resolve is waning

And my endurance is tanking

And I got to deal

With this raw deal I’ve been dealt

I can’t keep waiting for the for the googolplex clock to stop

I can’t keep wait for the second ball to drop

Rapture.

Why would such a woman exist?

Why would such a merciful god place blame and curse for blasphemies not yet relieved from my skin?

I do not believe that such a man would create such a woman

I do not believe that a man would set a series of situations solely meant to siphon the sensibility that he has so sanctimoniously sanctioned upon thee

I know that I am right; even if I am wrong I am right

There is no man above sightseeing in the clouds

Crying tear to create floods

Clapping jovially to move mountains

Striking in anger at what his own hands have created

I do not know…

Better yet I don’t want…

I need to know why such a woman would breathe

Why such a woman would have the ovarian fortitude as to impose such regulations that regular people can not see through the red tape

Why won’t she let me in?

How the did the imaginary man?

Where did this journey begin?

Where did I lose her?

Who cut the cables?

Why are we not able to see past the prior inquisitions to see to a less tumultuous future.

To see to a movement,

Cooperation

Restitution

The imaginary man gave us lips to speak but we not use them but for treachery

He gave us hearts but not to use them, rather keep them empty to filter the fantasies and poison seeds

Rival memories of black books

Murderous penguins

Lifeless angels.

I can say that I hope for the best but that would be a lie

It’s not right for the night imaginary inflammatory impostor to take credit for the beginning of this being if he not willing to take the solder of his own smoldering brimstone.

On How It Is

I spend most of my time wishing she would speak to me, and the remainder of the time wishing she hadn’t and gluing back together the piece broken by what she has said.

Regardless of this immeasurable pain shot from the finger blade of my ironic angel I can’t help but be relieved by her presence.

Shallow and transparent ever present villainy permeates and eventually will permanently perverse my prominent personality, rhyme and reason.

Who will I be then? How much time will I spend? How much more glue is there to mend. How many more truths, this is truth No.2

I don’t have the words to say No.1. I don’t want to tell you, even though I know you want to know.

It seems that this is good for me, or so these eclipsing chariots scream so. At least these walls want to keep me safe and warm… I’m not so certain about sane.

The FRIGGIN' AMAZING SKY

Lately I have been noticing how amazingly brilliant and epic the sky has been lately, so of course I caught the sights on digits... by the way all my shots are digital so obviously these sights are not on film, lol. Enjoy!

You write people’s obituaries while they are still alive?

I sang with a tear in my eye, for the first love of my life is about to die.

I sang of a Sunday mourn

I sang of an afternoon wake

I sang of the first dusk without her

I sang of the memories

I sang of joy…

Now…

I sing with tears pouring, for the love of my life has just died

I sing because, my love, it is time to say goodbye.

Detroit City Sky Line

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I want to make up my mind on which way to go.

If I should do what I think is write or should I write all that I think is wrong.

Going in circle my thoughts are a circus.

Univer-souly my life as a whole is on the rocks.

Like Disarono after the clock strikes at midnight.

Sun Rise at Belle Isle Park (2)

PRUDENCE

It’s not fair!
You can’t put the weight on me
And tell me not to speak
You can’t involve me
Then expect me to veneer a child like resolve.
It’s too late
You can’t want me to do for you
And you not listen to me

Way you see it picking you is my new dirty job
I can’t even retort in debate
Or change the pace when were both running late
But I can lift you to your feet
And I can confront the aunt who falsely quit the need of a needle
And the want of a nail

WHAT THE HELL?

Nail me to cross if you feel I’m no longer absolved
But don’t get me involved
If my work won’t help to solve
The dilemma of all involved

Sun Rise at Belle Isle Park (1)