One Man In All This Madness

Reblogged from shmemson


So my mom’s best friend died of cancer one week before my sister was killed. This was in December. Today we found out that my aunt (my mom’s sister) has lung cancer. My mom was kinda already not handling things well, and this has pretty much sent her over the edge. We got her a one-way ticket to Chicago (actually a much cheaper flight to Milwaukee with a layover in chicago, literally half the price of the chicago flight but she’s just not going to get on the second flight, which seems like a crazy loophole)  tomorrow morning, We don’t know yet how bad things are with my aunt, we’re hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. 

Feeling pretty helpless today, you guys. Spent a lot of time playing with the dog.

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For the first time in a long time, too long of a time… I finally understand.

Johnny Cash - “So Doggone Lonesome”

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

You get what you’ve given, You get what you deserve…

In june of 2002 to I graduated high school and set out on two week long road trip with two friends (Tony Murphy and Bill Bullard ) this trip would have us fly from Chicago into Las Vegas, buy a car and drive from the west coast, through the south to the east coast and back to Chicago. Shortly into our journey bill and tony agreed on listening to Ted Leo and the Pharmacists album “The Tyranny of Distance”. I instantly hated it. I hated the music, I hated the lyrics, I hated the music and mostly I HATED Ted Leo’s voice, it was without a doubt the worst album from the worst band i had ever heard. Now I had always been pretty open minded musically, I stopped listening to the radio for the most part in the 5th-6thish grade, I found punk rock and ska and I was hooked. I entered high school and then got into emo or emo of its time (Appleseed cast, promise ring, at the drive in, cursive, ect…) from there to the end of high school I was mainly still listening to punk, ska and indie rock. I was at the Fireside Bowl seeming almost 3 times a week for a show… With all this and mind, I still could not stomach this Ted Leo album from the get go. They played it A LOT on this road trip. In Las Vegas, I hated it. San Francisco, hated it. L.A., New Mexico, through Texas to Austin, I fucking hated it. We spent three days in Austin traveling at 17, I don’t even remember what we did in Austin those three days but I remember I hated this album. Then we left Austin and everything changed, I was singing every word to every song, the guitar riffs were amazing, the Rhythm section was unstoppable infections drums and bass. The lyrics, I was everything I felt in life or was feeling in life up to that point and his voice, well it’s was the voice of an angel. No longer were my two road trip pals fed up with me asking them to turn off the album but were probably now annoyed with how much I wanted to listen to it, I couldn’t get enough. 12 years later, I still listen to this album all the time, it makes me happy the instant I hear the first note of the first track. It’s one of my favorite albums of all time. I felt like telling this story not because I want everyone to love this album too but, because when I think about how I came to love this album, I realize I no longer listen to music the same way, I don’t think I ever will and it makes me sad to think how many amazing albums there are out there that I will never get to experience because I’ve become so jaded that I don’t give music a chance anymore. It’s become so saturated with hyped bands and people booking shows and festivals that are hanging on trends or trying to fit in to be cool that, it just kills it for me. Music for me is the only thing that matters, all my problems are solved if I can find the right song or album to get me through. I don’t know, what else to say. Thanks Ted Leo for writing such an amazing album and thank you Tony Murphy and Bill Bullard for helping me find it.

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