Rock

This is a list of rock music genres consisting of subgenres of popular music that have roots in 1940s’ and 1950s’ rock and roll, and which developed into a distinct identity as rock music in the 1960s, particularly in the United Kingdom and the United States.

The truth is I don’t stand a chance

• by admin • In Alternative rock, Music •   0

Is it strange that I have so many dreams about moving?  My psychiatrist always asks me about how I sleep and my dreams, but I never remember anything important when I am talking to him.  He says that it is really important to pay attention to your dreams and that they have deep meaning.  His name is Dr. Wilson, so I can stop calling him my psychiatrist.  I really have no idea what he is but it’s who I see for my medication now – because I wanted to prove a point to someone.

None of the professionals I have seen seem to think that anything is wrong with me.  They follow the same stance that Teal does, anyone would feel the same way in such situations – but that doesn’t make me feel any better.  My new medicine works really well, until I forget to take it. One missed dose is quite apparent to all around me.

Last night I had a dream that I was moving into a new house.  It was huge and had 4 bedrooms.  This next part will make no sense but often times, my dreams do not.  It seemed to be a house that was built inside a grocery store.  I only noticed the store when I walked in.  It was like we entered the house through glass atuomatic doors and lived in a 1990s Wheasts. I don’t even know how to spell it but it was some what dark and old timey.  We walked to the left and went through an industrial type door and there was our house.  I wasn’t happy, because I didn’t like walking through a grocery store to go into my house.  The 4 bedrooms were interesting and it was 2 stories.  In my bedroom, there was a huge loft and I discussed how the 4 year old could live up there.  No adult in their right mind would have let a 4 year old go up in this open loft little alone live up there, so I can not explain that much  but somehow everyone had separate rooms and my brother lived downstairs in some office.  I was clearly not with my ex but she was there picking out her separate room too.

The next thing I know, I’m walking out side with one of my friends that was helping me move in.  Then a car pulled over and picked up up.  It was Matt C. and some other random guy.  We drove around with them for a while and ended up at a Victorian style house and went inside.   We were hanging out in some sort of garage type room when they started talking about art and showed us some small closet that had the strangest paper cut out art I had seen.  It was set up like a doll house and the art wasn’t that well done but they loved it and we laughed.  I started to ask him some sort of question about if he knew how to do something and it started with, “Do you know..” and he cut me off by saying, “M and kinda laughed.”  I just said no in a super embarrassed way but couldn’t remember what I was going to say at that point.

We moved past that quickly and were just smoking when he asked me what my name was.  I answered but was somewhat confused.  C walked in at some point but nothing noteworthy happened after that – at least not that I recall.  It just sort of fades out about that point, maybe that is what happens when you wake up.  The 4 year old was at my house last night because apparently she was asking to come over but it was probably more of her mom was tired of her but she woke me up about a million times this morning so I can only imagine that could be it.

I had to take my car to get a few hoses replaced today and as I was driving to pick up the parts and drop off my car, I started to think about the dream.  In thinking about the details, I realized that it is not the first time that I have had a dream like this.  The driving in the car part was new but the other part seemed quite familiar.

In the end I was left thinking.. I am glad that she doesn’t have to live with all of those guys anymore – I am sure she is much happier that way.

Sometimes, I can hear a song a thousand times and never care about it, but if i I hear it at the right moment, I’m like.. fuck yeah.. today, it was Beverly Hills by Weezer.  Amara loves Weezer, I never understood it, but this is how I feel today.

And no, I’d never want to live in Beverly Hills but my first favorite movie was “Troop Beverly Hills” for whatever weird reason.  I can not tell you how many times I watched that movie and “Field of Dreams”.  If my grandfather’s Hollywood Video account was available we would see he spent hundreds of dollars renting those 2 movies for me.  “It’s a Wonderful Life” was the next movie I got extremely attached to.

Where I come from isn’t all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

I didn’t go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they? I ain’t nobody
Got nothing in my pocket

This song came on next and it always cuts me to the core.  I am a firm believer that everyone in your life is there to teach you something.  I am quite sure that Maddison taught me that I am not as mature as I would like to be.  I have a lot of mental growth to come and I would never want – to project my issues on my favorite person.

I can’t even pinpoint why I am so persistent and I can’t just walk away, forever, just to leave her alone.  I don’t want to be a problem for her. My life is full of defense mechanisms and I can walk out on almost anyone… because I typically do not allow myself to care too much.  I feel like I have basically walked out on my mother, but the fact that she did it first to a 2 year old child helps me get through the guilt I feel in that.  However, I just can’t – and I am glad she always finds a way to let me know that its okay.  Sometimes, just the though of her voice comforts me.  I am still quite stuck on wondering what it was she said she was going to explain to me – but I am sure its for the better.  I am going to go walk this hyper ass dog, and that the worst path possible, because I lack self control and live in a dream land where magic still happens.

How should I feel about the YouTube videos this algorithm is choosing.   I just let it play and think too much.  I am sure its because I listen to these songs way too long but why do I even have emotions?  I am an aspiring robot but must be failing at that venture.

I want a fast car.

All she wants is just that something to hold on to

• by admin • In Alternative rock, Blue-Eyed Soul, Rock •   0

Yesterday was one hell of a day. I didn’t even have the energy to write about it. My new primary doctor told me that the medicine that I take that is called buspiron is like xanex but without all the negative side effects. At the time she just moved my mid day dose to at night because I was having issues sleeping after losing my job. I went to her on Jan 9. I scheduled it the day after Maddison’s birthday when she brought that girl over to her house for her birthday. I was scared. This dumb as chick loves to threaten me subtly. She posts pictures on her instagram with a gun on her.

So instead of staying home freaking out, I went to talk to the doctor to get more Xanax.  At that time, she said that before I take a Xanax try taking the Buspiron which can be taken up to 3 times a day but I am prescribed 2 already so that’s not much room for freak out.  The only reason I am saying any of this is that I have been taking 3 for 2 days, but I forgot to take my medicine at all on Tuesday and Wednesday.  I should have noticed on Wednesday when my spacer, that I put in my ear because I am a tool, came out and got stuck in my ear canal while I was at work.  It came out and I didn’t die but it was a rough hour.

Somehow I noticed that I hadn’t been taking my medicine, which is usually when I start crying over little things but fast forward to Friday.  I started taking calls at work which was fine.  It was the “lead” that pissed me the fuck off.  That’s the person in charge of the 8 of us.  She seems to think I am stupid as fuck but my old counter part at work, Kelli, pointed out that she may be intimidated by me.  That lead me to do a little research.  I found her on LinkedIn and laughed at her work experience.  I found out she graduated high school the same year I was born and has been working in I.T. help desks since 2008. which is the last year that I worked I.T.

I was a few calls in, with absolutely no training and she didn’t like the order I was doing things in.  Her approach was awful, offended me and made me realize – she really doesn’t know how to do her job.  She knows how to do my job just fine – but her skills transfer skills are lacking.  I am a bit critical because this is something that I have been doing repeatedly in my former role since 2014, which is longer than she is even been at this job at all – so once again, I am going to need to put my pride and ego aside and remember my place.

I know that my pride and ego get me in a lot of trouble, which is weird for someone that struggles with self esteem so much.  It’s easy to believe my case is different.  I spend hours a week reminding myself to calm the fuck down and remember my place.  Every time my mind drifts off to somewhere, even slightly romantic or intimate – which i do not mean sexual – and I know that it is completely in appropriate, I have to kick my own ass.  It isn’t fun.  Can you believe that YouTube would move to to Goo Goo Dolls from 3 Doors Down like that?

Today, I picked my music by playing the song that I woke to my brother playing on the guitar and singing, which was “If I could be like that.”  The titled seemed like my theme song for the week.  I feel like I am so much more, but I keep getting kicked to the bottom and told to start over again.  In 2008, I lost my first long term job and first serious relationship that I deeply cared about.. we all know what that means.  That’s when I stopped saying those words.  It took forever to convince my self that I could do it again.  I started at CLINK in 2010 and it was about 2012 before I enjoyed my job and felt comfortable again.  It was mid 2013 before I met someone that I truly cared about.

There was a day that I accidentally told her that – That I finally felt like I had my life back. She must have known what was going to happen next, because she didn’t respond as I expected. She paused. We were walking down… her current street towards my current house – nearly 6 years ago. She looked at me, with this very sad look her eyes. I don’t think she said anything next – but I guess she knew what she had to do.. It seems like so long ago, but I know how my heart felt in that very moment.

I must be incredibly distracted today. On March 2nd, I let my ex borrow $900 because she is a con artist and knows just how to manipulate me. She was going to pay me back on the 7th and then the 8th and then yesterday when I got home from work, the minute I got home she asked if I could watch her kid. I said yes, bring the kid and my money over. Somehow that turned into her not talking to me and saying she was going to pay me back at all. Currently, she owes me about $1500 between that and her phone bill and car insurance. She has already got her own car insurance but she has not paid a dime for her phone bill which is more than $100 a month. She took her 4 year old and left for the night. The baby was sad and wanting to hug me. I wish I would have just watched the kid – she says I went psycho but I don’t even know when. Most people would get pissed if someone was refusing to pay them $900.

At the moment, 2 other friends both owe me $300 each… That is over $2000 that people owe me.  I am about to send my brother after those motherfuckers.  Anyway, people at work think that I am stupid.  People that I help think I am stupid.. and I am sad and mad.  The end.

Today, YouTube picked the music – But I guess I listen to these songs a lot.

Yesterday was so bad.. her best friend talked to me all night until I fell asleep – giving me little pieces of information to try to help me stay one step ahead.

It made me sad to know that I grew up to be that person.  I grew up watching my dad be the woman on the floor.. My mom met her, she stayed at her house for a few weeks and I tried to figure out what I was going to do with her.  My mom said – if you stay with this woman, you will live a miserable life.  I should have realized, I was hearing this from an expert.

Watchin’ this story about me

• by admin • In Music, Pop Rock, Words •   0

Weeks ago, Maddison asked me if she could borrow rent money and a little extra until March 7th.  I agreed because she always makes me think that her kids will be without if I do not help her.  The reason that she is low on money is because she helped her new chick with $300 in rent and has sent countless amounts of money on her – so much so that she doesn’t have rent or any other money.  She knows that I have the ability to help, even though I have done my best to keep how much money I have a secret from her, because I know that she will try to find ways to spend it.

This new girl isn’t someone that she is dating, but someone that she sleeps with and spends all of her money on.  I would rather not know that but she makes certain to tell me every detail and gush about her way too often.  She is going to look at houses in Austin – I can only hope that she finds one and moves soon.  Her lease is up in July – but her grandma gives her whatever money she needs.

She came to my window – in the non sweet way, saying my name to wake me up to ask me to go get her money.  Out of laziness, I told her that I would give her my card to go get it but then couldn’t find my wallet.  She grew increasingly mad, even though it has been over an hour since that happened and she still hasn’t left yet.  She yelled at my window to open my door.  I walked to the front door and she started screaming at me outside of our houses.  She was yelling that I was a psycho bitch that needed to get help.  That was because I told her that she only needed to take out $800, which is $25 over her rent.  She asked how she would get through the week. I told her that I would buy her what she needed, but that was all the cash I was comfortable with giving her.  She said, “No, it doesn’t work that way.”  I know for a fact, that she is trying to get money out of me so that she can go buy things for this girl and I am not having it.  If she thinks that I am crazy for trying to protect myself from her than so be it.

Let the record show – she never “made me complete” but I really don’t think anyone needs me to point that out.

Confusion on the ground

• by admin • In Alternative rock, Grammy Nominee, Heartland rock, Soft Rock •   0

You know what they say about assuming.. I embarrass myself more than I would like to admit, but luckily for me, I really don’t open up to many people, so there isn’t a ton of opportunities. I feel like I need to put my friend on a payroll for all the shit she puts up with from me.

When I was younger, I would get confused.  Confused between really caring about someone as a friend and being in love with them.  Maybe I never for past it.  How do I know if I am attracted to someone as a person or more?  The good thing is, I would much rather a good friend than a girlfriend, because I just don’t trust relationships or love.  I tried it once or twice and it didn’t work out that well for me.

Last night, I had a weird dream.  I thought that it was real but never asked anyone – but I am sure it was not. In my dream, Maddison called me.  She said, “You’re not going to like this, but my girlfriend has something to say.” and then handed the phone to someone.  Then a more masculine chick got on the phone and said something like. “Yeah, girlfriend, did you hear that?  Stay away from my…” and then I hung up.  In my dream, I knew that it was Sarah.  I did get pissed off because, what the fuck.  I was really mad, but who knows why.  I get really sad when people don’t trust me.. but then I guess I see why.

I went to some Kid Fish with my nieces and nephew today.  It was on river road and there were a million people there.  I had terrible reception but managed to exchange a few important messages.  Tomorrow will mark a month since I left work.  I don’t think that I could ever work from home.  I need an escape and a distraction.  My mind has really played some tricks on me and I just wish I knew how to apologize properly.

She wanted to help me and I am a complicated mess that needs to learn when to stop.

Yet another song that I did not know before playing it. These electronics…

But somebody stole my silver shoes

• by admin • In Folk Rock, Grammy Nominee, Heartland rock, Music, Rock, Soft Rock, Soul music •   0

It’s not every day that I hear a new Melissa Etheridge song – she’s like my fuckin’ idol.

I feel like there was just an Eminem reference in regards to Melissa Etheridge and there’s just something wrong about that.

The Internet thought I needed a few new songs in my playlist.

But if you break down
I’ll drive out and find you
If you forget my love
I’ll try to remind you
And stay by you when it don’t come easy

The most interesting thing about this post is that I have never heard these songs before, listened to them back to back and didn’t plan them at all.  YouTube Conspiracy.

Correct me when I’m wrong.  Point me in the right direction, I will listen.  

It didn’t stop there.  I paused this video 55 seconds because I don’t appreciate the way that these songs are talking to me.  I wish that I were more confident in… something.  I am not used to being so confused about my feelings that I am quite sure about.  I guess, I don’t know what’s welcomed, expected or okay.  More-so I am concerned that I should be concerned – its all a perplexing feeling I have had for a while.

And these are the hands we’re given

• by admin • In Hard Rock, Music, Rock •   0

I went out to Stonewall tonight.  I said a few things to her throughout the day but once I started drinking – I knew it was best for me to shut the fuck up, so I didn’t say anything at all.  Well, I did say something after calling her pretty but I had barely started drinking at that point and there was no way it could have been inconsiderate or disrespectful.

It’s really important to me that I never make anything harder on her and that she knows that I have the purest of intentions.  I might get nervous as hell when I don’t know what is expected of me.  The world knows that I wanted to run up to her and hug her but I am guessing that is not the best thing to do.  Then I didn’t want him to see me and try to talk to me, there is no way that I could have kept a straight face if he would have introduced me to her.  I really don’t think that he would have said anything to me in that situation but the few times that I bought sandwiches where he worked, I was quite shocked at how well he remembered me.  I tend to believe that I can blend in and not stand out – but I have never really been that person.  I haven’t been able to follow gender norms since I was allowed to think for myself and around here that didn’t always go so well.

The more I drank, the more my mind wandered.  There was a bunch of kids with Xs on their hands at the gay bar – was very uneventful.  I questioned what I would ask her if I could ask her anything.  The first thing that came to mind was if she could go to that bonzi garden with me sometime next week but I told myself that the scheduled did not match up.  I’d ask her about what she was going to try to tell me about, just what has been going on and what can I do to make things easiest?  I’m afraid she thinks that I can’t handle it or something or maybe she’s just not ready.  It means a lot that she would even try or consider it.  I would ask her if she was happy, but I would want a real answer.  I’d ask her about her grandma, but I am always too scared to ask that question.  My heart sunk when she contacted me to tell me that she found out she was sick – then we lost contact and I thought about it way too often.  I had always wanted to paint those shoes in the barn, but knew I was not good enough and forgot what they looked like exactly, not that I ever really knew, but I did know why they ended up there and that’s what touched my heart.

Then I drifted off into, what would I want her to know.   I would want her to know that my feelings have never changed for her, though I had tried to change them many times.  If she ever needed a place to go, I would welcome her without question or expectation and give up my bed quickly if asked.  Maddison and I are just friends and will not be getting back together and she’s quite aware about how I feel but she tells me you have no interest in me, not that I listen at all, which if you didn’t that’s fine with me too but it turns out, I am quite interested despite my best efforts not to be.  I know that she cares about me.  I know that she cares about me a lot.  I’d never ask if she had any romantic feelings for me, because I just can’t justify that as appropriate.  Though I am sure most people wouldn’t believe it – I try my best to do the right thing.

Something funny did happen at the bar today.  Apparently, when I was up buying drinking, this gay guy saw me and got really excited until I turned around and he was I was a woman.. I totally missed it but my friend did not.  Gotta love that.  I really didn’t have a song so I just chose one.  My brother plays this song all of the time.

Wait by the light of the moon

• by admin • In Folk Rock •   0

It would be great if I wasn’t the most awkward person ever.

I have only been awake for a few hours and today has been quite interesting.   For self preservation reasons, I turned my ringer and all volume off so that I could enjoy my last few days of not having a job.  Around 2 pm she comes calling my name at my window.. she’s not who I wanted to come to my window.  It was the neighbor / ex saying she has been trying to call me.  She asked if I wanted to go to lunch with her.

As I was in the restroom, the 4 year old came banging on my front door.  My brother started yelling because he thinks she takes complete advantage of me and he’s tired of it.  I didn’t have a shirt on and I was on the toilet, so I yelled to Harley to let her in.   I don’t think that she delivered the message that she came to deliver due to all of that excitement.

Moments before this – her mom was chasing the cat that had gotten out and fell.  Apparently she couldn’t get up on her own.  She gets a bit dramatic but what do I know.  I called to complain about her sending her kid to my house and she was screaming in pain so I ran over there.  I questioned if it was to get attention because she knows where I went yesterday and she has acted a bit jealous but why would I care.  I am clear that she is just my friend but she teases and – well, knows me.

I helped her get up and calm down and then we went to go get food after her oldest got off of the bus.  He wanted to go to Olive Garden, so I have to have an economics lesson with him. He started to throw a fit so I threatened to never go to Olive Garden again.  Damn I am such a mean non parent. I offered up Chuy’s and then Maddie suggested Blaze Pizza.  Since the 8 year old was throwing a fit, I asked the 4 year old where she wanted to go.  We ended up going to Blaze.   I parked across from the steps and she claimed I was trying to kill her because the walk was an extra 100 ft, so she pointed out an empty spot in front.

I don’t know how the world does these things happen to me, but it was pretty much like when my friend’s friend wanted to wait for the shuttle bus at the NIN concert and made me wait there forever just to turn around at the wrong time.

I couldn’t tell you what I was thinking about or what we we were talking about, but I can tell you that I looked up – saw her smiling at me and panicked.. just a little.  Of course, I felt the need to yell out, “Omg That’s M and her boyfriend…” you know, because that is the mature, adult thing to do.  Then I proceeded to try to get the kid out and act like I didn’t know them, though that felt rude as hell, I thought it was the correct thing to do.  The kid had conveniently taken her shoes off and I couldn’t function to save my life.  Trying to get those toddler shoes on seemed to take forever.  Then I realized I was standing in their way, but it was way too late to fix that.  I could only hope that she was giggling to herself and slightly amused.

Then of course, I get lost in my own thoughts.  We walk inside and Maddie is asking me a million questions like, “do you want to split a pizza.  What do you want on your pizza?”  The kids think the railing is a monkey bar and that drives me fucking nuts.  I’m over here like, ‘oh shit, she saw me with my ex – I hope she doesn’t think anything crazy..’ like anyone would ever care what I do, but I like to think so.  I through our a few answers.   She laughed at me and said I was dumb.. but I knew that and totally agreed at that moment.  The worst part was feeling like I shouldn’t say hi to my favorite person in the world.  No one taught me how to react in that situation.

We ate lunch.  She kept talking about it and asking me questions and making snide remarks that I just ignored.

I feel like it went something like: So that’s M.  Exchanged comments about thinking she was on my FB as I explained she didn’t have one as far as I knew.  Maybe she had seen it in the past but I never gave her the satisfaction of confirming that.  She asked why I was so hung up with her.  I said I didn’t know, maybe I was supposed to say I am not.  I followed that by saying she is just a really good friend and I enjoy spending time with her because she isn’t like most people I know.  She just looked at me weird.

She’s like my mom in the way that she will use anything that she has ever heard against you in the right moment.  She was acting nice in this conversation, but I knew she was using it to insult me.  By the way she was talking, I could tell that she.. I don’t even know, thought there was a lot more going on that there is.  I guess she doesn’t believe that I can actually just have close friends.  Or maybe she knows that I can’t help but smile when I think about her…

I am quite framiliar with feeling embarrassed when it comes to her, but why did I have to drive up that very second.  I am glad that we saw each other yesterday and that she smiled at me – because I am just so weird.  I don’t act this way around anyone else.

But I don’t need the same

• by admin • In Alternative rock, Folk Rock, Music, Pop Rock, Rock, Soft Rock •   0

When I was watching the news today, I saw coverage on a fatal shooting that happened out in Hills of Hays.  I guess it’s a pretty big deal – but the news clip reminded me about what exactly I feared.  The clip was talking about warning signs of domestic violence and I am sure part if it goes along with caring about her so much and wanting the best for her, but I have always feared that I would ignore obvious red flags just because I didn’t want to be too pushy or over step anything.  I remind myself that I could be paranoid because of the way I grew up with my parents.  My dad was subject to physical, emotional and mental abuse for as long as I can remember.  He kept trying to help my mom because he loved her and she was his kids’ mother.   I had not been around that type of manipulation in a long time, so I forgot what it was like until Maddie started treating me like I owed her everything and she could tell me what I could and couldn’t do.  It just made it all so much more real for me.  I realized that as much as I said I would never let anyone tell me what to do – there I was, following orders even though I didn’t agree.  Everyone would tell me to get the fuck out and I knew that I needed to but it wasn’t that easy.  It wasn’t that easy at all.  The harder it was for me and honestly, I am not completely free from it yet but I am trying really hard to distance myself as much as possible until she moves, but it made me realize that it could happen to anyone and that my fears weren’t that far fetched.  A few people really sat me down and talked to me about things when they observed concerning behaviors and it helped me some.  It really took her behavior with this other girl to finally upset me enough to not want to be part of any of it at all.  I don’t know why I am rambling on at this point but it’s important to me to say that I can handle anything and I’m not scared – ultimately. I cherish our friendship.

Here’s a random cute song to counteract that.

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How and why would the YouTube play a song like this next:

If I were tough, these songs would not frequent my playlist.

And one of my favorite songs of all time

And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far