80 in April

Here it is, April

In a decent climate there is another month of winter.

But here I am in Florida and it is 80 degrees today. Since I got down here I have wondered at the lack of what I consider culture. I assume that it is because it is April and 80.

Winter is where everything that I cherish comes in. Friendships grow, and things that don’t need to be done are then done. It is the forced inactivity.

Here if I don’t accomplish any thing all day it is because of laziness. There it is because it is impossible.

Activity builds up in the mind there, leading to cabin fever, yes, but also to other things. Discussions that don’t have to be had are, when you learn something about another. Creating that doesn’t need done is, and you pour yourself into it.

This is how you get culture: Give the people three hurried seasons to get everything they need to done. Planting, fixing and harvest. Then give them several months off with nothing that can be done unless it is absolutely necessary.

Energy must go somewhere and violence just leaves you lonely.

I have Fears

I want to help you
But I don't know how
I want to soothe you
But I can't speak out

I have many fears
About rejection
I have many memories
Of pain

I have always been
A little shy

So I'll turn and look
The other way
Other way
Other way

I will turn and look
The other way

I want to hold you
But I am afraid
I want to touch you
But I'm not that way

I have many doubts
About my motives
I have many fears
About my greed

I have always hurt
The one that I love

So I'll turn and look
The other way
Other way
Other way

I will turn and look
The other way


I'm tired, so tired
I'm tired of having sex
So tired
I'm spread so thin
I don't know who I am
Monday night I'm makin' Jen
Tuesday night I'm makin' Lyn
Wednesday night I'm makin' Catherine
Oh, why can't I be makin' Love come true?

-Weezer

Since Pinkerton came out I have been a bit sad that the Blue Album was so popular. Weezer is such a great band and they are only made better by the fact that they aren’t rock stars.

One of the best things that I like about most really good music is that it is inaccessible to the dabbler. It is so complex, or so simple that those seeking cheep titillation pass it by for a strong back beat and explicit lyrics.

The best thing about these lyrics is that they eschew the normal mode. They fight rebellion. There is no violence against the women in the songs; what’s more there is no violence against society. They see that the way toward happiness that we have all been taught by all other rock personalities lead to all other rock personalities. I doubt I will ever hear of a member of their band dead from drowning in their own vomit or fifty years old acting like they’re 18 and happy