In Remembrance...

today is the anniversary of Pearl Harbor. i’m not sure how many of you out there knew that, but regardless, it’s very important to keep in mind. i’m at fault for not remembering either... i didn’t even know it until i looked up at the calendar on my cubicle wall. so, with all my respect and prayers, thank you. thanks to all the men and women who fought and died on that tragic day.

in other things, i went to the movies sunday night and watched a little independent film called, 127 Hours. it’s a new picture by danny boyle, who’s made classics like Trainspotting and 28 Days Later. the movie stars james franco as a hiker who gets into a very bad situation. if you happen to not know the story, in short, its about a guy trapped between a rock and a hard place. LITERALLY!!! in all, it was an excellent film and something i can’t recommend enough. during some of the more somber/heartfelt moments, i tried to think of some past experience, or better yet, premonitions. i can’t really recall much, if any at all, but once i got down to some heavy remembrance, one did come to mind.

now bare with me here. this was a dream i had not too long ago. i like to call it Glass or Glass House, but that title has been used many times before. this will be the second time i’ve written about it. it’s usually something i keep to myself…

in this dream i awake inside a glass house. everything is made of the clear material. i’m afraid to walk in case it all breaks. after the scene shifts psychedelically, i came to be near a staircase and balcony, and from what i picture in my mind, a stunning young lady was leaning over a glass railing, smiling at me. i went up to meet her. we faced each other and then she grabbed my hand, ushering me to come close. what happens next can only make sense in a dream. she laid me down on my back and then followed suit, pressing her body exactly on top of mine. she assumed a copycat position, except she was facing up. oh, and she was naked as well. once she got into place, she took my right hand in hers, and applied it gently on her stomach. at that moment, i could feel a kick. i then woke up…

hmm, coming back to this later, i feel a bit exposed. still, writing is about expressing things through written word, and with the way people are these days, a quick statement is all some need. (texting, tweeting, whatever you do on facebook…) the power of writing has been blemished for sparse security. can you really feel emotion when texting??? does anything i write on here scratch the surface of something??? maybe its all just mellow drama and i’m sitting here hoping for a reward, or that magical moment when some major publisher will pick me up and make my dreams come true. in reality, things like that don’t happen. i was reminded of this when watching the movie i mentioned above. the poor guy had many thoughts of things happening to him. those amazing moments of miraculous miracles that set everything apart. oh, how i wish i had something happen to me like that!!! well, i can say this, “i am still alive.” that’s a miracle in of itself…

ssssooooooooo, what kind of music can be of good reflection here??? nothing springs to mind, except for what i’m currently listening to, which happens to be, Social Distortion.

social distortion, or Social D, formed in 1978 in fullerton, california. they are noted for being a part of the punk rock/hardcore old school, along with other acts like, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Dead Kennedys, The Adolescents and The Germs. they first gained a local following, then made a huge leap when they were one of the bands featured in the classic documentary film, Another State of Mind, which was based off a song from their debut album. the film documented their first national tour, whom they also shared with the awesome band, Youth Brigade. to this day, social d has released seven albums and several other projects. they are, without a doubt, one of the best and most influential of the “classic era” of american punk rock.

and for their music, in my collection i mostly listen to their first three albums. these have become essential for me, so here they are for you!!! first is the debut, Mommy's Little Monster, and then second is Prison Bound, which showcased the band changing their sound for a more country/garage/rockabilly, type of style. and lastly is their self titled effort, which happens to be my favorite. "story of my life" is such a therapy song for me. dig it...

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i think it might have been a premonition...