Fan: Anonymous until he gives me permission
Group: A.F.I.
Upcoming Album Title: Crash Love
On my Facebook profile, I have listed some of my favorite music and groups. A couple of weeks ago I was, “friend requested” by a stranger, a young man. He found me because I was like him, a fan of A.F.I. Though I will admit to following book series a bit obsessively, I am no longer someone who hangs off every quote a rock star or celebrity regurgitates. Ever since I “accept”-ed this young man’s request I have been feeling a slight nostalgia for a time when I did.
I learned that this young man had started an online group, titled “Crash Love” named after the music groups’ soon to be released album. Back in the day I don’t recall there being things like, “release dates” though I’m sure there were. Back then, I would simply hear a song on the radio and if I liked it, I would purchase the cassette (yes cassette) single. Till this day I follow the same rules; I have to like three or more singles to buy the entire album.
This young man seemed to have devoted a great deal of time locating every A.F.I. fan, including myself and asking us to join his “Crash Love” group. At one point he commented “…100 people overnight…”. Like a host at a party, he checked in with me (and I assume everyone he befriended) to see if we had joined the group. Honestly, when it came to A.F.I. I was completely content to listen to their current album. It would have been two years from now that I would have stopped somewhere and thought, “…Oh, I wonder if they ever made another album”. But because of this young man, I now know all kinds of up to date stuff on them.
A.F.I. has some seriously devoted fans, some who do not have 1, but 5 or more tattoos dedicated to them. Fans, who band together on “Twitter” to earn the song titles from “Crash Love”. (Check out “Twitter Troubles” to see how I feel about twitter). When I was younger I found myself a little fanatic about bands like, “Information Society” and “The Cure”. I remember shaving lines into the side of my head I still have seven piercings in my ears and to this day my favorite color is black. Perhaps those bands somehow influenced the fact that I ended up “behind the chair” where I can wear all the black I want and are exposed to crazy cuts and funky hair colors.
The young man’s “Crash Love” group page had a link to one of the band members’ blog; I was curious to learn if the band knew who the dedicated young man was. When I logged onto the blog and read: I found it funny, commited to fans and now I follow it.
For me a writer who is apprihensive to fame, it was good for me to experience a dedicated fan, or fans first hand, and to remember what it was like to be one of them. It was also refreshing to read the band members blog and how he has positively embraced the good bad and ugly sides of fame: old pictures that made it to the internet, drawings and rumors that fans or “haters” made and how much his fans mean to him. It’s up to the fame Gods, weather or not I become famous, but adding this young man as a “friend” and reading the band members blog somehow made my fears of success-a bit less.
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Balancing Act
Driving home today, I thought about that saying; take everything in moderation. Then I thought; the Earth works so hard to balance herself out, why not consider that the universe, God, whatever, also wants to people to be emotionally or spiritually balanced. For instance, why when I am blissfully happy, does some sad and unfortunate univited soul soon enter my tiny world?
I try to believe that the universe, God, whatever, wants us all to be happy, disgustingly happy; like the quantum physicists preach. Yet time and time again I find myself holding back when I’m happy, like I have a fear of it? Experience keeps reinforcing the belief that if you are happy, overly so, you will soon find yourself very unhappy. Fortunately, in order to keep this so called, ‘balance’ it works both ways. Surely you have noticed that when you are in a bad mood, there is always that unexpected soul who crosses your path and soon sends you on your way to a cheerier place.
I was contently happy today, for no special reason. Halfway through the day a young woman entered my world who not as happy. When she left me, I knew that spiritually she was in a better place then when she arrived; and I consequently, was a little less content. Then later on, I had the unfortunate experience of dealing with someone very gloomy. One of those individuals who are more satisfied when they are miserable. They exist in misery; bask in it and receive pure joy when they can spread onto others. Anyhow, this person drained all the happiness I had left. Ugh, she was like a damn dementor wearing an ugly old fat lady suit.
It seems to not matter how many good energy people you meet, surround yourself with, or positive energy you put out -thinking you are going to get it back-, the universe is certain to place an unfortunate soul directly in your path whose purpose is to suck the joy right out of you and like a vampire leave you drained, depressed and trying to remember what you were so damn happy about in the first place.
Or, perhaps the universe hopes that you will take the opportunity to help these people out of their, “emotional funk.” I hope the universe will soon get the message that some souls are beyond hope, and quit putting those ones in my path. Still, somehow I know the universe, God, whatever, will never give up on trying to balance it all out.
Till then my remedy will be the same:
Remember the good and important people in my life.
Focus on what makes me feel good.
No matter how bad someone tries to make me feel, they have no power over me.
You can be sure as shit that eventually, everything will balance out.
This P.S.A was brought to you by me, Stacy, while I waited for my pizza. I was too tired and drained to cook because today I met a negative ass vampire type person and am still recovering.
I try to believe that the universe, God, whatever, wants us all to be happy, disgustingly happy; like the quantum physicists preach. Yet time and time again I find myself holding back when I’m happy, like I have a fear of it? Experience keeps reinforcing the belief that if you are happy, overly so, you will soon find yourself very unhappy. Fortunately, in order to keep this so called, ‘balance’ it works both ways. Surely you have noticed that when you are in a bad mood, there is always that unexpected soul who crosses your path and soon sends you on your way to a cheerier place.
I was contently happy today, for no special reason. Halfway through the day a young woman entered my world who not as happy. When she left me, I knew that spiritually she was in a better place then when she arrived; and I consequently, was a little less content. Then later on, I had the unfortunate experience of dealing with someone very gloomy. One of those individuals who are more satisfied when they are miserable. They exist in misery; bask in it and receive pure joy when they can spread onto others. Anyhow, this person drained all the happiness I had left. Ugh, she was like a damn dementor wearing an ugly old fat lady suit.
It seems to not matter how many good energy people you meet, surround yourself with, or positive energy you put out -thinking you are going to get it back-, the universe is certain to place an unfortunate soul directly in your path whose purpose is to suck the joy right out of you and like a vampire leave you drained, depressed and trying to remember what you were so damn happy about in the first place.
Or, perhaps the universe hopes that you will take the opportunity to help these people out of their, “emotional funk.” I hope the universe will soon get the message that some souls are beyond hope, and quit putting those ones in my path. Still, somehow I know the universe, God, whatever, will never give up on trying to balance it all out.
Till then my remedy will be the same:
Remember the good and important people in my life.
Focus on what makes me feel good.
No matter how bad someone tries to make me feel, they have no power over me.
You can be sure as shit that eventually, everything will balance out.
This P.S.A was brought to you by me, Stacy, while I waited for my pizza. I was too tired and drained to cook because today I met a negative ass vampire type person and am still recovering.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Symbolic
This is a good way to start off...
A few weeks ago when I walked out of the Salon and stepped into the parking lot, I had what I think Oprah might call a, "light bulb moment". In my right hand was my work bag; complete with shears, flat iron, clippers and miscellaneous products. Over my left shoulder was my backpack, with my notebook full of the stories I had written. I then realized what I must have looked like to the people driving past. I continued on contently towards my car, weighed down with my two passions: the old one and the new. I smiled proudly to myself, because in that moment my outward appearance -lugging those two mismatched bags- was a perfect symbol of my inner spirit.
A few weeks ago when I walked out of the Salon and stepped into the parking lot, I had what I think Oprah might call a, "light bulb moment". In my right hand was my work bag; complete with shears, flat iron, clippers and miscellaneous products. Over my left shoulder was my backpack, with my notebook full of the stories I had written. I then realized what I must have looked like to the people driving past. I continued on contently towards my car, weighed down with my two passions: the old one and the new. I smiled proudly to myself, because in that moment my outward appearance -lugging those two mismatched bags- was a perfect symbol of my inner spirit.
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