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Sunday, December 18th, 2011
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10:35 pm
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| Tuesday, July 12th, 2011
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11:35 pm
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Before the disaster that was the fourth of July, I finally scrounged up a guitar, reacquainted myself with playing, tried to remember the chords to some old songs, and wrote down a few new ones. I played one of the open mic nights at The Church the week before the bombings, and apparently one of my friends decided to record me without my knowledge. She ran into me leaving the hospital and asked for a way to send the file so that I could hear it.
Apparently, the video didn't turn out, so she just had audio. This is officially the only copy of one of my songs that I have now, thanks to being dropped here without any of my computer files or backup discs, so... here goes nothing. Have a listen, if you'd like. No pressure.
Also, no one should take these lyrics personally. Ever. Or think that they are very personal to me. K? Nevermind, that just makes it sound worse.
>[OOC:Can y'all play pretend for me? Please make believe that this song was just regular old acoustic, minus the violin and backing vocals, since she would not have those things. Also, disregard the lyrics that are written in the video's description, because they are SO very wrong. Thanks!]
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| Friday, July 8th, 2011
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6:24 pm
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I'm 24 today. I would suggest a party, but I can't say I really feel much like celebrating after all that's happened this week. I do feel pretty lucky to still be alive, though. I never imagined a bomb would go off while I was at work. That just seems like the kind of thing that happens to other people somewhere far, far away. I guess it really is a new world.
( Private: EZ )
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| Monday, June 13th, 2011
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12:22 am
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I found an old guitar in a pawn shop and blew a good part of my first paycheck on it, but it's worth it. I've never taken my music seriously, but I severely underestimated how much I need to play. It helps me make sense of this messy world, my messy life... everything. Are there any open mic nights in the city or anything like that? I'm not looking to make money or anything. I just want to get out there and play.
I have all these words that are finding their way to match up with melodies, and I have nowhere to perform them and get feedback. It's a sad state of affairs. even though, clearly, I have bigger problems to worry about.
( cut for songwriting )
I think the songs that hurt the most... maybe they're the ones that need to be sung. They're the ones that mean something.
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| Thursday, May 19th, 2011
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3:31 pm
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Since I was dropped on this island (against my will, I might add) with less than $25 bucks in my pocket and nothing but the clothes on my back, I'm gonna hope that some kind strangers might be willing to help me out. I'm seeking a job, preferably a bartending one because I'm a damn good bartender, but I'll wait tables, too. Also, does anyone happen to know where a girl can get a guitar on the cheap? I'm not gonna live in exile without music.
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| Tuesday, May 17th, 2011
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12:14 pm
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