Looking Forward

If I could go back I would.
To before I knew any better, to 14 or 15.
When the world seemed giant and conquerable.

Or to 20.
When I moved to New York, and
Dreams rapidly became realities, became memories.

It is a bit sad.   I know.  But
If I could go back I would.

I watch the past in my dreams.  All fuzzy and I
could have done so much more...or maybe just
So much better.

I would go back with the knowledge I have now, or without.
I miss with great longing, the realization that something simple could change my world.
That I could sing on a stage.
That I could be someone.

I have some regrets, but they are few.  And still, I would go back,
Amass more, and charter a whole new path.
Not because this one is so bad, but because I am not wide eyed and desperately hungry
anymore.

I'm Not A Loser...

The Descendents ruled my junior high school world with a relentless barrage of amazingly catchy songs in the tune of punk rock.  They have continued to be a favorite band of mine nearly 20 years on now.  Milo and co. are finally gonna play NYC, and with H20 (a band who I really like and respect greatly) no less.

Fuck YEAH!

Did Bachmann Win? And Other Thoughts on the GOP Debate...

I am a bit late with this.  But I watched the debate, and Matt Taibbi nails it for me with his piece.  The notable exception is that I think Romney won in a general sense. However Bachmann proved to be, well, something...(Unfairly dismissive on my part perhaps, because while I vehemently disagree with her, I do understand her appeal).

Fuck it Man!

First time I heard Minor Threat I remember thinking I did not realize music could be played like this. Mackaye's vocals just layered on top of a riot, that I could sing along too. This song particularly has stuck with me to this day.

Someday we'll have to look back and laugh...

Stepping Out To Cure Scleroderma 2011

This weekend I am walking in memory of Barbara Darrow, a woman who I sadly never got to meet but whose daughter and family have been so good to me for the last 3 years.  Although I was never able to meet her, I feel like she is a part of my life due to all the memories that have been shared.

Now that her husband Larry Darrow, who I had the great pleasure to know, has also passed, this seemed like a particularly poignant year to try and raise funds and awareness in her honor.