November 26, 2010
November 10, 2010
November 9, 2010
Listening to "Songs for Staying In" is a reason you should come out to this show.
I have always loved story-telling. When I was little, I enjoyed losing myself in a world of castles and princesses. As I grew older, I began to enjoy losing myself in a world of dark venues, late nights and melodies that make you feel alive as they pulse through you.
That’s probably what led to me becoming a professional storyteller: a journalist.
Unfortunately, I also picked an industry that was floundering at best when I graduated from college. But since the introduction of social media, it seems to be picking itself up – slowly.
I latched on from the near beginning. I’ve had a Facebook account since only .edu e-mails were allowed and picked up a Twitter account (and now run five…) just before it really took off. And I’ve come to find I love social media. It’s a great way to tell stories in a creative medium that forces you to be concise, informative and interesting in a very confined space.
One of the things I most enjoy is seeing how different people implement social media. My favorite example thus far is via a music venue in Dallas.
November 5, 2010
November 4, 2010
Looking for my radio, so I might find a heart to follow...
Note: Today on Twitter, the top trending topic was #tweetyour16yearoldself. Usually I ignore these types of mindless hashtags, but this one got me thinking - so much so that I decided it warranted a blog post.
And let me just say...this is not at all the blog post I intended to make this week. But sometimes, just when you think you're done with something...it pulls you back in and makes you realize it's too much a part of you and you could never really leave it behind.
Right about now, you're probably curled up in the corner of your bedroom, listening to "In My Room" or "A Song to Sing" for the millionth time. You have this sinking feeling that's making the world darker at the edges and you don't quite understand it, I know. Things are changing, you're going to have to start making grown-up decisions, and you feel completely unprepared for any of this. And people keep telling you the only constant in your life, some silly little band whose music describes you in ways you never imagined, is just a phase you're going to grow out of...and you aren't quite sure how to handle that because you think if you can't listen to them, then there's really no point to being alive.
If I could tell you anything, it would be this: in 10 years, getting talked about or made fun of (because you're so much taller than everyone else, because you love the band responsible for 1997's most popular and most annoying song) or ignored or simply overlooked because you're so damn quiet by all those kids around you - those kids you grew up with and act like you don't exist because you don't wear Gap clothes or have expensive Doc Marten sandals - it's not going to matter because you're going to have lived a life that most of them will only ever dream of.
It's going to get darker. That sinking feeling, unfortunately, isn't going to go away. It's going to get worse. A lot worse, actually. But you're going to be a better person for it. All those thoughts going through your head, all those unspoken benchmarks you're setting...they're going to come and go and you're still going to be here.
You know why?
Because when you can't get through it, you can listen to it.
And let me just say...this is not at all the blog post I intended to make this week. But sometimes, just when you think you're done with something...it pulls you back in and makes you realize it's too much a part of you and you could never really leave it behind.
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Dear 16-year-old-me,Right about now, you're probably curled up in the corner of your bedroom, listening to "In My Room" or "A Song to Sing" for the millionth time. You have this sinking feeling that's making the world darker at the edges and you don't quite understand it, I know. Things are changing, you're going to have to start making grown-up decisions, and you feel completely unprepared for any of this. And people keep telling you the only constant in your life, some silly little band whose music describes you in ways you never imagined, is just a phase you're going to grow out of...and you aren't quite sure how to handle that because you think if you can't listen to them, then there's really no point to being alive.
If I could tell you anything, it would be this: in 10 years, getting talked about or made fun of (because you're so much taller than everyone else, because you love the band responsible for 1997's most popular and most annoying song) or ignored or simply overlooked because you're so damn quiet by all those kids around you - those kids you grew up with and act like you don't exist because you don't wear Gap clothes or have expensive Doc Marten sandals - it's not going to matter because you're going to have lived a life that most of them will only ever dream of.
It's going to get darker. That sinking feeling, unfortunately, isn't going to go away. It's going to get worse. A lot worse, actually. But you're going to be a better person for it. All those thoughts going through your head, all those unspoken benchmarks you're setting...they're going to come and go and you're still going to be here.
You know why?
Because when you can't get through it, you can listen to it.
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