A Path of Naked Trees (ZERO)

April 12, 2010

To my audience of zero,

Instead of doing homework for school that shall somehow lead me somewhere some god damn day I’m writing to you. Is it correct to say “you” if there’s none of you?

Hm.

I don’t know. Anyways.

Here’s something cool to read:

Path of Naked Trees.

Trembling hands,

Fear the shattering cold world,

Outside in the dark.

Can you see my pocket.

Scream that breaks,

Chattering teeth,

Wise choices:

Create.

A Path of naked TREES.

Voice jailed by lips,

A breath,

Pressured like the last.

My salty gifts that shame,

Help me break my jar of freedom.

Slowly drowning in my reality,

Gone.

Artificial or not?

So you want to be a rockstar?

April 12, 2010

Something has been bothering me for a while now. Now, fans of who I’m about to, unkindly (if you want to call it that) bash; bare with me. Music, like many of you, I’m deeply passionate about. It’s what I do when I’m bored, listen to when I’m sad or happy, it takes me places, it helps me sleep, hell, it’s my background singers when I’m singing in the shower. But I’ve been constantly seeing lately is the artists (if you can even call them that) who are not talented, literally, at all. Producers seem to be taking beautiful people on the street and offering a music career; where as there are many struggling TALENTED artists forced to find other jobs that they hate. Don’t get me wrong, I always give credit to musicians or artists who can’t sing well but write all their music. I mean, there’s a talent: writing. But there’s artist such as Britney Spears, Justin Bieber or Miley Cyrus who literally have no talent in my opinion and they have more money than we could ever dream of. Let me shine some light on all of you about these artists:

Britney Spears:

A blonde, decent looking woman raised in Louisiana who somehow became an international superstar over night.  You pay hundreds to go see her live and to your disappointment; it’s a southern blonde woman dancing horribly around the stage and with her CD track playing in the background. And you all wonder why she doesn’t sing live? It’s called “Auto Tune” people.

Justin Bieber:

A fourteen year old, prepubescent child who was discovered on YouTube for god only knows why.  He sings about being “in-love” with girls or wanting “to get with them”. Little girls over the world, he doesn’t have hormones yet, he’s not interested quite yet. Who knows, he might end up playing for the other team, if you know what I mean. (5 bucks)

Miley Cyrus:

This girl is the epitome of taking whatever credit of your has-been country singer father. We wouldn’t even know who she was if her father didn’t exploit her for all she was worth. He father had one hit song, and then it was Mileys’ time to use the amount of talent of singing that any average person has and turn it into super stardom.

Some how, some way, these people have made it big and now are successful and are potentially or at this moment are, train recks. Let’s watch our bets unfold shall we. I’m sorry if this was too much of a rant for all of many of zero fans I have but I believe in talent not luck.

Did you love it?

Andrew.

If she can do it..

Beginners luck?

March 8, 2010

Hello Bloggers.

I’m not sure what to do here BUT a handful of my friends are blogging now, so like a sheep I followed. I find it extremely entertaining that the two things that literally make the world go round are money, and imitation. Imitation folks, is what I’m attempting to do today. I’m going to try to entertain the many of you in the negatives (below zero line) and see what happens. Let’s walk through the closet, and pray to god Narnia is on the other side and not failure. I’m so new to all this stuff, I’m not even sure if I should introduce myself or not. Should I? Why not, I couldn’t hurt. Could it? Anyways. My name is Andrew, I love long walks on the beach and I’m not ashamed to cry. Sound familiar? I won’t tell you my last name for many reasons but the main reason being, for you future stalkers out there not to find me and secretly cut off my hair while I sleep or send me your eyelashes in the mail. Modesty has always been my strong point. Now kids, I think we’ve just created my first blog.. piece? Attempt? Future? SUCCESS? Who the hell knows. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Did you love it?

Andrew.

A Comic from I'm guessing the New Yorker?

Something to keep you guys entertained.


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