Listen To Echoes Blog http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm Thu, 17 May 2012 09:06:26 GMT http://bandzoogle.com Scrapbook of Madness #3 http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=2087358 Old songs revisited, chords changed lyrics updated, all for good. It can't and shouldn't last forever, but some things do, and which ever end you are on, well... New names signal changes and intensity, you must reinvent the old, once your out of the lime light, in this tech-savy world, you need to come back a new man or women which ever you prefer. But keep them guessing? They usually don't give a fuck anyway...if it has nothing to do with them, why should they care? They may remember you, but in their way, who you were to them, not who you (think you) are to yourself. Keep moving forward, your time may come, if you keep at it. Don't fall victim to the sideline team, they love excuses and reasons; never looking answers. Leave your legacy for your children and your children's children, that's all that should matter anyway. Good is to enjoy as bad is to question. If you think you got it, then by golly you got it! Old songs revisited, chords changed lyrics updated, all for good. It can't and shouldn't last forever, but some things do, and which ever end you are on, well...

New names signal changes and intensity, you must reinvent the old, once your out of the lime light, in this tech-savy world, you need to come back a new man or women which ever you prefer. But keep them guessing? They usually don't give a fuck anyway...if it has nothing to do with them, why should they care?

They may remember you, but in their way, who you were to them, not who you (think you) are to yourself. Keep moving forward, your time may come, if you keep at it. Don't fall victim to the sideline team, they love excuses and reasons; never looking answers.

Leave your legacy for your children and your children's children, that's all that should matter anyway.

Good is to enjoy as bad is to question. If you think you got it, then by golly you got it!
]]> Thu, 17 May 2012 09:06:26 GMT 3FDA22E2C97FB8091D7D958B3E3490C8 Adam Yauch aka MCA http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=2051355 I was in the fourth grade when I got "Licensed To Ill." My grandmother gave me $6 for hitting a home-run in my little league game, and I had my parents take me to Sam Goody Records immediately so I can buy the cassette tape. Licensed To Ill was the album all my friends were talking about and listening to at school.  It made us laugh, dance, and sing/rap. "The New Style" was my favorite track, I couldn't get enough of the beat, and the ending of the song that was slow with the pounding bass drum got my head bobbing back and forth. That song still gives me energy!   "Licensed To Ill" introduced me to the scratchy voice of Adam Yauch, aka MCA. He immediately became my favorite Beastie Boy. The way he was able to deliver his rhymes and witty lyrics captured me. I loved how MCA and the Beasties evolved every album, from their music to their lyrics, to their messages about partying moving to messages about soul, spirit, and life. Adam Yauch passed away on May 4, 2012, at the young age of 47. When I first heard about his passing, a wave of sadness came over me. My face dropped and I had to hold back tears multiple times because I was at work.    I never thought I would feel this way when a well-known musician/celebrity passed away.  I was to young to understand John Lennon's death, I didn't flinch when I heard about Kurt Cobain, and when Michael Jackson passed away, I think I felt a sort of relief for him. I could see with all his physical changes and the problems he was dealing with, his passing was almost expected.  But with MCA, I felt a connection.   When I called my wife to tell her about Adam Yauch, a tear fell from my eye. Time catches up with us all. I believe we forget about that, for ourselves, loved ones, and heroes from our yesteryears. One of the first artists I admired as a young child had passed away.   "Paul's Boutique" was released and like a lot of world, I didn't understand it. It wasn't until I became a musician I realized how ahead of its time it was and how inspirational it still is.   With "Check Your Head" MCA's fuzz bass blew my mind. I couldn't stop listening to that album, "Pass Tha Mic," "Watcha Want," "Graditude," and "Somethings Got To Give," we're my songs, I couldn't get enough.   During my senior year in high school, "Ill Communication" came out. It became my favorite Beastie Boys album, and it still is. I would listen to it constantly while I was working on my baseball swing every evening. The songs pumping me up to be the best I can be.    I then got a CD player and replaced all my Beastie Boy tapes with their CDs.   I continued to buy the Beastie Boys new albums when released, excited to hear the new directions they were leading. I loved watching their memorable videos and enjoying how much fun they had and how they never seemed to be taking themselves to seriously. I truly believe "Sabotage" has to be one of the greatest videos, if not the best, of the 1990s!   It was a very sad day for the music world.    Thank you Mr. Adam Yauch, for your music, art, videos, philanthropy work, and showing artists how to evolve with each project you and your bandmates took on. You will be missed.   I was in the fourth grade when I got "Licensed To Ill." My grandmother gave me $6 for hitting a home-run in my little league game, and I had my parents take me to Sam Goody Records immediately so I can buy the cassette tape. Licensed To Ill was the album all my friends were talking about and listening to at school.  It made us laugh, dance, and sing/rap. "The New Style" was my favorite track, I couldn't get enough of the beat, and the ending of the song that was slow with the pounding bass drum got my head bobbing back and forth. That song still gives me energy!
 
"Licensed To Ill" introduced me to the scratchy voice of Adam Yauch, aka MCA. He immediately became my favorite Beastie Boy. The way he was able to deliver his rhymes and witty lyrics captured me. I loved how MCA and the Beasties evolved every album, from their music to their lyrics, to their messages about partying moving to messages about soul, spirit, and life. Adam Yauch passed away on May 4, 2012, at the young age of 47. When I first heard about his passing, a wave of sadness came over me. My face dropped and I had to hold back tears multiple times because I was at work. 
 
I never thought I would feel this way when a well-known musician/celebrity passed away.  I was to young to understand John Lennon's death, I didn't flinch when I heard about Kurt Cobain, and when Michael Jackson passed away, I think I felt a sort of relief for him. I could see with all his physical changes and the problems he was dealing with, his passing was almost expected.  But with MCA, I felt a connection.
 
When I called my wife to tell her about Adam Yauch, a tear fell from my eye. Time catches up with us all. I believe we forget about that, for ourselves, loved ones, and heroes from our yesteryears. One of the first artists I admired as a young child had passed away.
 
"Paul's Boutique" was released and like a lot of world, I didn't understand it. It wasn't until I became a musician I realized how ahead of its time it was and how inspirational it still is.
 
With "Check Your Head" MCA's fuzz bass blew my mind. I couldn't stop listening to that album, "Pass Tha Mic," "Watcha Want," "Graditude," and "Somethings Got To Give," we're my songs, I couldn't get enough.
 
During my senior year in high school, "Ill Communication" came out. It became my favorite Beastie Boys album, and it still is. I would listen to it constantly while I was working on my baseball swing every evening. The songs pumping me up to be the best I can be. 
 
I then got a CD player and replaced all my Beastie Boy tapes with their CDs.
 
I continued to buy the Beastie Boys new albums when released, excited to hear the new directions they were leading. I loved watching their memorable videos and enjoying how much fun they had and how they never seemed to be taking themselves to seriously. I truly believe "Sabotage" has to be one of the greatest videos, if not the best, of the 1990s!
 
It was a very sad day for the music world. 
 
Thank you Mr. Adam Yauch, for your music, art, videos, philanthropy work, and showing artists how to evolve with each project you and your bandmates took on. You will be missed.
 
]]> Sat, 05 May 2012 23:05:00 GMT 93CCA2F6046AF5FC7D17D781948DE880 Scrapbook of Madness #2 http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=2024347 A look in the mirror and a flash before your eyes, but it should be no surprise, you know what you’ve done. We may never know, but you keep crossing the line, I know your bored, but there’s too much at stake. Lives depend on you, a lover, a child, the sun in the sky. The sweat drips and the needle burns, you keep the secrets locked, cause you never learn, how far can we take this? How close until its in our reach? And its there for the taking, but the ship has sunk, you can go down or jump, what it takes may be to much for me. These rhymes follow melodies, stolen bits and pieces on the surface of the sea, step back move ahead till your out of this dream…
The sweat drips and the needle burns, you keep the secrets locked, cause you never learn, how far can we take this? How close until its in our reach?

And its there for the taking, but the ship has sunk, you can go down or jump, what it takes may be to much for me.

These rhymes follow melodies, stolen bits and pieces on the surface of the sea, step back move ahead till your out of this dream…
]]> Fri, 27 Apr 2012 08:47:39 GMT 146E49955E87DADA56BEB05FCE391694 Scrapbook of Madness #1 http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=2008610 I write a lot during the week.  Thoughts, lyrics, stanzas come to me during the week and I jot them down.  I'm going to be posting them at the end of every week.  What I do is go over them and keep the ones I like and incorporate them into songs.  This is from the last week (W/E 04/21) The darker the beauty the deeper the beast The love of life you feel inside The love a fire you can't deny So deep inside i know its mine Give me something to believe in I can't keep running I gave into the air of mystery Who can we believe in when there's no steady ground We keep searching For the meaning Feel so empty But were still breathing Keep your iron hand inside a velvet glove Throwing dust on our eyes Raised in fears and lies I can't win To much temptation to sin When you look in the mirror what do you see Do you see what your soul sings our what your mind believes Does it tease Careful what you say ladies and gentlemen they're coming you better be ready When shadows emerge from the catacombs in the earth Enough had been said We've gone to deep you can't believe this is me I'm not the same as I use to be I'm not the same face from the hall you don't know me at all I'm lonely my soul speaks to me When love comes I'll be born again Leave it alone I'll take you home The world is getting smaller and the time getting shorter What little we did know If you ask me to look back I'll turn the other way If I flip through the pages, you'll find Now you're alone to be
The darker the beauty the deeper the beast

The love of life you feel inside
The love a fire you can't deny
So deep inside i know its mine

Give me something to believe in
I can't keep running
I gave into the air of mystery
Who can we believe in when there's no steady ground
We keep searching
For the meaning
Feel so empty
But were still breathing
Keep your iron hand inside a velvet glove
Throwing dust on our eyes
Raised in fears and lies
I can't win
To much temptation to sin

When you look in the mirror what do you see
Do you see what your soul sings our what your mind believes
Does it tease
Careful what you say ladies and gentlemen they're coming you better be ready
When shadows emerge from the catacombs in the earth
Enough had been said
We've gone to deep you can't believe this is me I'm not the same as I use to be
I'm not the same face from the hall you don't know me at all
I'm lonely my soul speaks to me

When love comes I'll be born again
Leave it alone
I'll take you home
The world is getting smaller and the time getting shorter
What little we did know
If you ask me to look back I'll turn the other way
If I flip through the pages, you'll find
Now you're alone to be

]]> Mon, 23 Apr 2012 08:50:00 GMT D1824307426413FB7C4D85A10F29D598 Memoir #1 http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1964104 We were close once, but time marches on, Our love grows deeper because we are now distant, And the memories keep growing fonder, more alive. When we see each other, we find our youth is still here,  A twinkle in our eyes, we share stories of the yester-years hoping to relive the rebelliousness freedom of the good old days, But time holds on for no one. We raise a glass to new adventures, ask for blessings from the Gods Our eyes close and savior the prayer...A love requited. We are thankful, fortunate, but our souls yearned for more. Breaking away from the cloak and dagger our fathers tied our hopes to... Where is the feast we were promised? You can see, but it's only what your mind perceives. Its all in the eyes my friend its all in the eyes. They run so deep, how far can you see? How far are you willing to go? What else is coming our way? Does it even matter? Our love grows deeper because we are now distant,
And the memories keep growing fonder, more alive.
When we see each other, we find our youth is still here, 
A twinkle in our eyes, we share stories of the yester-years hoping to relive the rebelliousness freedom of the good old days,
But time holds on for no one.

We raise a glass to new adventures, ask for blessings from the Gods
Our eyes close and savior the prayer...A love requited.

We are thankful, fortunate, but our souls yearned for more.
Breaking away from the cloak and dagger our fathers tied our hopes to...
Where is the feast we were promised?

You can see, but it's only what your mind perceives.
Its all in the eyes my friend its all in the eyes.
They run so deep, how far can you see? How far are you willing to go?
What else is coming our way?
Does it even matter?
]]> Tue, 10 Apr 2012 10:00:00 GMT 4221F275699A45A99C1345DFECB10B65 Breakdown http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1948871 There were two cakes left over at work yesterday and I refused to eat any.  Made a couple of people upset for not being a team player, but fuck it, I am determined to eat better and limit the amount of sugar I consume.  I was told I could take them home today, since no one else was eating them.  It was one full cake, half of one, half of the other, I took them to my mom-in-laws house and let her keep most of it.  So I come home with the equivilent of two slices.  They’re just sitting there, gobbled with frosting.  I’m telling myself no, no, no.  I think of something else, but an hour later I need to try it.  Shit…just plain shit, wasn’t worth it. Bland frosting and day old cake. Now I feel like crap, which is probably more mental since I told myself no sweets.  It was only a couple of bites, but not worth it.  Allow u-turns, we’re not perfect, and sometimes its good to test ourselves and see what happens when we fail…makes you want to work harder and fight back. I told myself only sweets on Sundays...I've been good for two weeks, see and feel a difference in my body and spirit, now back to climbing that hill.
I told myself only sweets on Sundays...I've been good for two weeks, see and feel a difference in my body and spirit, now back to climbing that hill.
]]> Thu, 05 Apr 2012 09:05:00 GMT 8FDACBE3E59202AE22CDE9E359E18CD1 Keep Moving Forward http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1933214 One wishes but not always get what one wants. It's a struggle, but when you reach the top of the summit, all the more reason to celebrate, the thrill of victory is more rewarding. Keep moving and don't give up. We are tested, to see how much our heart desires and if we are willing to do what it takes to get what we are set out to do. If you don't have thoughts of giving up, then consider yourself lucky. Dues must be paid, but that doesn't mean it has to take years, keep moving forward and someone or something will assist you on the way. Just know you are not alone. You need to believe, fight, and stand up for yourself. Somewhere, someone has it worse than you and I. Keep fighting my love, you know in your heart where you belong. Believe that God and the Universe want you there too. Just don't stop! Sit in silence, pray, listen to the words and songs singing to you from your heart and soul. Everything you need is right here; feel it, embrace it, and be thankful. We all feel your happiness and your pain. We are here for you. Stay strong and know this is just another bump in the road. A dark tunnel your must find your way through, and as you are searching and pushing through with all your might, you'll find your way to the end. You'll see the bright beautiful light, and you'll never have to look back. One wishes but not always get what one wants. It's a struggle, but when you reach the top of the summit, all the more reason to celebrate, the thrill of victory is more rewarding. Keep moving and don't give up. We are tested, to see how much our heart desires and if we are willing to do what it takes to get what we are set out to do. If you don't have thoughts of giving up, then consider yourself lucky. Dues must be paid, but that doesn't mean it has to take years, keep moving forward and someone or something will assist you on the way. Just know you are not alone. You need to believe, fight, and stand up for yourself. Somewhere, someone has it worse than you and I. Keep fighting my love, you know in your heart where you belong. Believe that God and the Universe want you there too. Just don't stop! Sit in silence, pray, listen to the words and songs singing to you from your heart and soul. Everything you need is right here; feel it, embrace it, and be thankful. We all feel your happiness and your pain. We are here for you. Stay strong and know this is just another bump in the road. A dark tunnel your must find your way through, and as you are searching and pushing through with all your might, you'll find your way to the end. You'll see the bright beautiful light, and you'll never have to look back.]]> Sat, 31 Mar 2012 17:55:00 GMT 310EC1C552CD27E15056CC0ACAF4669C A New Era http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1929030 I’m doing my best to get back into a routine.  Workouts, writing and playing the guitar.  I got back into doing Insanity workouts, not the full 6-day per week workout, but at least three times a week with some Yoga mixed in.  I’ve been consistent doing my Morning Pages exercises for the past 2 months, and now I need to get back to playing guitar and writing on a more consistent basis.  I write a lot, but mostly just bits and pieces of music that I really like.  With lyrics, I have the toughest time.  I’m never happy with my lyrics, I judge them from all angles.  So my songs rarely get finished.  Its no secret I would love to be a “professional songwriter” (whatever that means) but I sure don’t act like it. I love the thought process of “Be, Do, Act” that I learned in one of my many self-help books.  Which means if you want to be a (insert job title here) then present yourself as that professional, do what that professional would do, and live it out. Am I being a professional songwriter, only finding about 1-2 hours per week to work on songwriting?  Absolutely not. I'm just going through the motions.  Pretending to be one.  I need to find the passion that got me started in the first place.  Its getting back to the beginning.  Rekindling the love and finding the reasons why I picked up a guitar in the first place.  Its eating, drinking, injecting, snorting, and making love to music.  After so many years of fighting through thick and thin and not reaching the summit, I became a little jaded with it all.  Hearing and seeing other songwriters/bands become more successful with lesser hearts and talents, I started to wonder if there was even a point to all this.  But love is all and love is one.  I don’t do this for the public anymore, I do this to leave a legacy for my children.  We are not here forever.  What if I leave before my time?  I have some great songs on the surface and hidden deep inside of me that may never see the light of day as I wait for the perfect time to present them.  I want my children to know who I am and who I was.  Look back and see my time and space.  The time to fight on is here and now.  No more fear, no more lies.  Happiness and love surrounds us.  Give and take, present and share.  If its not good well then fuck it.  What the fuck is good and bad anymore anyway?  Its all based on opinion.  What you like, I may not like.  You may not like me, my music, my photos, my face, my writings…but it shouldn’t matter.  The Universe, God, loves people who fight and move forward and who takes chances.  Not people who are careful and wait for the right time.  Now is the right time.  Now is the only time.  Raise your hands to a new era…Raise your eyes to new light…Raise your voice to be heard…Raise yourself to the world.
Am I being a professional songwriter, only finding about 1-2 hours per week to work on songwriting?  Absolutely not. I'm just going through the motions.  Pretending to be one.  I need to find the passion that got me started in the first place.  Its getting back to the beginning.  Rekindling the love and finding the reasons why I picked up a guitar in the first place.  Its eating, drinking, injecting, snorting, and making love to music.  After so many years of fighting through thick and thin and not reaching the summit, I became a little jaded with it all.  Hearing and seeing other songwriters/bands become more successful with lesser hearts and talents, I started to wonder if there was even a point to all this.  But love is all and love is one. 

I don’t do this for the public anymore, I do this to leave a legacy for my children.  We are not here forever.  What if I leave before my time?  I have some great songs on the surface and hidden deep inside of me that may never see the light of day as I wait for the perfect time to present them.  I want my children to know who I am and who I was.  Look back and see my time and space.  The time to fight on is here and now.  No more fear, no more lies.  Happiness and love surrounds us.  Give and take, present and share.  If its not good well then fuck it.  What the fuck is good and bad anymore anyway?  Its all based on opinion.  What you like, I may not like.  You may not like me, my music, my photos, my face, my writings…but it shouldn’t matter.  The Universe, God, loves people who fight and move forward and who takes chances.  Not people who are careful and wait for the right time.  Now is the right time.  Now is the only time.  Raise your hands to a new era…Raise your eyes to new light…Raise your voice to be heard…Raise yourself to the world.
]]> Fri, 30 Mar 2012 09:08:13 GMT E027054C830131AB91BE5335184BE0F0 Robert Sherman Passes Away http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1846658 Wow, Robert Sherman passed away today…for those of you who don’t know…he and his brother, Richard, were songwriters for Walt Disney (Mary Poppins, Jungle Book, Its A Small World, The Tiki Tiki Room), such a great talent… You can thank him and his brother for Its A Small World sticking in your head all day…
You can thank him and his brother for Its A Small World sticking in your head all day…
]]> Wed, 07 Mar 2012 11:44:25 GMT 9FCDFF72952B6C7DD1C667FA9AEE1D4F Untitled http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1793672 <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> This space is empty and nothing&rsquo;s remote My mind is blank and my trust has turned to hope As I lay next to you I&rsquo;m not sure who&rsquo;s to blame The walls are silent and it&rsquo;s easy for me to walk away She comes praying for acceptance, she wants a smile in every face The bottle&rsquo;s spinning and spills toward you With a jaw wired shut what will you do? The wind blows the candle out Lost in the dark I hear a shout I wonder what this is for I can&rsquo;t find the hook, the chorus The catch phrase or the promise Playing to perfection It leads only to frustration Who made these rules? Who writes these laws? Wonderfully painful with compassionate tears The glass breaks from high pitch waves I stand up raise my hand and reach for luck As you jump and shake from the devil&rsquo;s touch I can&rsquo;t let go of your angry eyes The mutation of a deadly device When I leave where will I go? Side by side, high or low? Unforgiving Time stealing scene Your internal sail is running on empty Where you stay will never change Boredom rules your time and space

This space is empty and nothing’s remote

My mind is blank and my trust has turned to hope

As I lay next to you I’m not sure who’s to blame

The walls are silent and it’s easy for me to walk away

She comes praying for acceptance, she wants a smile in every face

The bottle’s spinning and spills toward you

With a jaw wired shut what will you do?

The wind blows the candle out

Lost in the dark I hear a shout

I wonder what this is for

I can’t find the hook, the chorus

The catch phrase or the promise

Playing to perfection

It leads only to frustration

Who made these rules?

Who writes these laws?

Wonderfully painful with compassionate tears

The glass breaks from high pitch waves

I stand up raise my hand and reach for luck

As you jump and shake from the devil’s touch

I can’t let go of your angry eyes

The mutation of a deadly device

When I leave where will I go?

Side by side, high or low?

Unforgiving

Time stealing scene

Your internal sail is running on empty

Where you stay will never change

Boredom rules your time and space

]]> Sun, 19 Feb 2012 12:13:13 GMT A89B72AC36C1FE9EFECED78528948741 The Weak http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1761982 I know where it comes from, I know I need to stop blaming it, but now that I know and accept it, how do I move on? What do I do? Just do the work? Oh yea, that's the title of a new book I purchased.&nbsp; I'm so behind on my reading.&nbsp; I'm so behind on my songwriting.&nbsp; I'm behind on everything. Always have been. Success, life, music. I need a new life and direction. Get off the path you've been on. I know it sounds like a lot but let it out and say good-bye. You know it yourself. Just have fun and get through it all. The weak will never win. The weak are cast aside. The weak are looked down upon and passed until they are outcast from society and slowly from themselves. You have been there and their ain't no going back. Do it. See what happens. How will you ever know what kind of person you are if you've never been in a fight?!?! Stop playing it safe. Get out there and ruffle some feathers. Look the bastards in the eye and smile. Point your finger and say never again will I fail. NEVER AGAIN I SAY! I will go down swinging. I will go down with arms wide open. God loves triers and doers. I don't believe he cares for nice people. The ones who bend over backwards to make other people happy and sacrifice their happiness. When you sacrifice your happiness you sacrifice God's happiness. You can't make other people happy, no matter how hard you try. Only they can. No matter what you do, some people don't know how to be happy. They are full of fear, to afraid to be happy, not use to the energy not use to the glow. Learn to let go and love yourself. Do it for you... I know where it comes from, I know I need to stop blaming it, but now that I know and accept it, how do I move on? What do I do? Just do the work? Oh yea, that's the title of a new book I purchased.  I'm so behind on my reading.  I'm so behind on my songwriting.  I'm behind on everything. Always have been. Success, life, music.

I need a new life and direction. Get off the path you've been on. I know it sounds like a lot but let it out and say good-bye. You know it yourself. Just have fun and get through it all.

The weak will never win. The weak are cast aside. The weak are looked down upon and passed until they are outcast from society and slowly from themselves. You have been there and their ain't no going back. Do it. See what happens. How will you ever know what kind of person you are if you've never been in a fight?!?! Stop playing it safe. Get out there and ruffle some feathers. Look the bastards in the eye and smile. Point your finger and say never again will I fail. NEVER AGAIN I SAY! I will go down swinging. I will go down with arms wide open.

God loves triers and doers. I don't believe he cares for nice people. The ones who bend over backwards to make other people happy and sacrifice their happiness. When you sacrifice your happiness you sacrifice God's happiness. You can't make other people happy, no matter how hard you try. Only they can. No matter what you do, some people don't know how to be happy. They are full of fear, to afraid to be happy, not use to the energy not use to the glow.

Learn to let go and love yourself. Do it for you...

]]> Tue, 07 Feb 2012 10:35:00 GMT 0F658A7386FF3558514E6F3FCDEC2E97 Hanging By A Thread http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1745056 I do to much.&nbsp; Or I should say I attempt to do it all.&nbsp; Reading, writing, recording, parenthood, working out.&nbsp; I ask for an hour a day for my music, but its not always enough.&nbsp; Warming up, practicing, lessons, writing, finding the perfect tone to emulate a certain mood takes a lot longer than an hour.&nbsp; I want to be a well rounded songwriter,&nbsp; - melodies, ambient, simple but trippy beats.&nbsp; Take the listener through the night sky of Los Angeles.&nbsp; I have a lot to do and to catch up with.&nbsp; I block myself worrying about what the &quot;public&quot; will think.&nbsp; I know its wrong, but I've always been like that.&nbsp; I am working on changing that mind set.&nbsp; But its always in the back of my mind that one needs great songs to succeed.&nbsp; But maybe its people want to see persistence and the ability to get better, maybe they even want to see the artist explore... Fri, 27 Jan 2012 10:15:00 GMT 0078249FE2DF1F5E0B472B8D795F2C6D Cloud Burst http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1740108 <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Helvetica Neue"; panose-1:2 0 5 3 0 0 0 2 0 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> A face of scared confusion Nowhere to go nowhere to turn Holding back the tears Burning inside my eyes Nervous hands move like butterflies I stare up high and the angry face is getting closer and darker Glowing red Something save me, someone protect me I turn and run Hide my face pretend to sleep Look what I found! Will you praise me? Enjoy with me? Change the scene please tell me it&rsquo;s better Though I have no idea what I&rsquo;ve done, I thought it was funny We done it before and laughed, I just don&rsquo;t understand You are bigger, older, and more powerful Please I need reassurance, let us move on Will you play with me? I&rsquo;m a good boy, whatever it is I&rsquo;m sorry ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQURSTUVWXYZ I know my ABCs next time will you sing with me?

A face of scared confusion
Nowhere to go nowhere to turn
Holding back the tears
Burning inside my eyes
Nervous hands move like butterflies
I stare up high and the angry face is getting closer and darker
Glowing red
Something save me, someone protect me
I turn and run
Hide my face pretend to sleep
Look what I found! Will you praise me? Enjoy with me?
Change the scene please tell me it’s better
Though I have no idea what I’ve done, I thought it was funny
We done it before and laughed, I just don’t understand
You are bigger, older, and more powerful
Please I need reassurance, let us move on
Will you play with me? I’m a good boy, whatever it is I’m sorry
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQURSTUVWXYZ
I know my ABCs next time will you sing with me?

]]> Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:45:00 GMT AA9A00BE44E1C302047D74AE665F1980 Mr. Mom http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1732186 Been taking care of my little guy all week since his Grandma is out of the country visiting family (and getting a much needed rest).&nbsp; Today I played the part well: laundry, grocery shopping and baking: :) Peanut Butter cookies with dark choclate peant butter cups

Peanut Butter cookies with dark choclate peant butter cups]]> Sat, 21 Jan 2012 05:41:44 GMT B6A753DB93D6B4B0B586AA0E0A888EFB One Group of Apples... http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1721463 Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut, but I had to stand up for the little guy, or the little guys.&nbsp; Are they innocent, how the fuck do I know, but they were for what people were complaining about.&nbsp; But that&rsquo;s all it takes, one to complain the rest will follow.&nbsp; Nothing better to do in their lives but make other people miserable.&nbsp; Kids doing nothing but playing sports in the wrong place.&nbsp; Call the police, get them out of here.&nbsp; For what?&nbsp; Feeling important, the rush of power, the smell of victory.&nbsp; Target a certain group but look the other way for the people who are your friends.&nbsp; What other choice did I have?&nbsp; I like to keep to myself, but sometimes the quiet must take the giant leap forward and let few know they aren&rsquo;t supported in their quest.&nbsp; What would you prefer? Activity in staying out of trouble or causing anger that can lead to trouble.&nbsp; Always the quickest solution and never the afterthought of consequences.&nbsp; Who are you targeting really?&nbsp; I read the comments you make against certain people and groups but you have a very blind eye, and your skin keeps changing colors.&nbsp; You curse and pray to your God for the person you are and hope to be. Leave them alone, promote a healthy environment.&nbsp; Isn&rsquo;t that what you truly want in the first place?&nbsp; But you only want it with your cronies, feeding you the goods, the false goods, fulfilling your emptiness.&nbsp; I hope you find it my brother&hellip;I hope you find it. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut, but I had to stand up for the little guy, or the little guys.  Are they innocent, how the fuck do I know, but they were for what people were complaining about.  But that’s all it takes, one to complain the rest will follow.  Nothing better to do in their lives but make other people miserable. 

Kids doing nothing but playing sports in the wrong place.  Call the police, get them out of here.  For what?  Feeling important, the rush of power, the smell of victory.  Target a certain group but look the other way for the people who are your friends.  What other choice did I have?  I like to keep to myself, but sometimes the quiet must take the giant leap forward and let few know they aren’t supported in their quest.  What would you prefer? Activity in staying out of trouble or causing anger that can lead to trouble.  Always the quickest solution and never the afterthought of consequences. 

Who are you targeting really?  I read the comments you make against certain people and groups but you have a very blind eye, and your skin keeps changing colors.  You curse and pray to your God for the person you are and hope to be.

Leave them alone, promote a healthy environment.  Isn’t that what you truly want in the first place?  But you only want it with your cronies, feeding you the goods, the false goods, fulfilling your emptiness.  I hope you find it my brother…I hope you find it.

]]> Tue, 17 Jan 2012 11:21:44 GMT 25572BC88269F58B82BD04015B3B133B The One I Love http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1605271 I dream of you in all that I do. There is no one else I see After all these years my desire for you still runs wild I need to make love to you, stare deeply into your eyes, lose myself in our slow molasses kisses. I feel your pulse, I hear the angel in your voice The sensation of being one Undivided , one soul, one mind Flesh on flesh, perfection No one else has or can make me feel this way, Lost in peace and floating In the bliss we've only come to know, Closer and closer, re-inventing new ideas but going back to the old What works is all we need. I become a slave to your beauty. And I just want to fuck the living daylights out of you, Grab and twist, guide and pull, Selfish to the bone Like a machine, throw you down without direction, Take it, listen and follow, its all you can do. I want mine and you're the one that's going to give it to me. Yell and scream, break down the walls, like a driving force, Unleash the animal inside. I just want to FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, until we're both dried up I'm first, Letting go to the one I love, its what I need, the release You the sex symbol of my generation, of my world, of my fantasy. Play along, its what you need, Fucking like no tomorrow, Fucking like the end of the world, No barriers, No direction, Never being cheated, pure chaos Love is still there but the rules have changed baby, I got you and your not getting away, I've got the power and you understand I've got the power and you give in... Freedom comes and the world is ours...its how you've wanted it and I've answered You are the Goddess on the horizon, I've always followed and I always will... I love you, and you know it... After all these years my desire for you still runs wild
I need to make love to you, stare deeply into your eyes, lose myself in our slow molasses kisses.
I feel your pulse, I hear the angel in your voice
The sensation of being one
Undivided , one soul, one mind
Flesh on flesh, perfection
No one else has or can make me feel this way,
Lost in peace and floating
In the bliss we've only come to know,
Closer and closer, re-inventing new ideas but going back to the old
What works is all we need.

I become a slave to your beauty.
And I just want to fuck the living daylights out of you,
Grab and twist, guide and pull,
Selfish to the bone
Like a machine, throw you down without direction,
Take it, listen and follow, its all you can do.
I want mine and you're the one that's going to give it to me.
Yell and scream, break down the walls, like a driving force,
Unleash the animal inside.
I just want to FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, until we're both dried up
I'm first,
Letting go to the one I love, its what I need, the release
You the sex symbol of my generation, of my world, of my fantasy.
Play along, its what you need,
Fucking like no tomorrow,
Fucking like the end of the world,
No barriers,
No direction,
Never being cheated, pure chaos
Love is still there but the rules have changed baby,
I got you and your not getting away,
I've got the power and you understand
I've got the power and you give in...
Freedom comes and the world is ours...its how you've wanted it and I've answered

You are the Goddess on the horizon, I've always followed and I always will...
I love you, and you know it...
]]> Sat, 10 Dec 2011 10:40:47 GMT 9518C5667498459D2541B60C1205D2F0 Dream On and On http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1595527 The breeze, the wrestling leaves feel the seasons change, like the chameleon, we must adapt to the surface, to the colors, to the purpose Its all there for you. You will be provided with everything you need. The shadows cry for what you see for all that your able to feel. They only follow in your footsteps, chasing you around. Wanting to be beautiful like you, be at peace, always be in our reach. Your light is thier death, don't give in. Love is and always will be there. When it finds you, you can never look back to powerful and to happy this is the now, this is the place, this is the time Grab it and never let go... feel the seasons change,
like the chameleon, we must adapt
to the surface, to the colors, to the purpose
Its all there for you.
You will be provided with everything you need.

The shadows cry for what you see
for all that your able to feel.
They only follow in your footsteps, chasing you around.
Wanting to be beautiful like you, be at peace, always be in our reach.

Your light is thier death, don't give in.
Love is and always will be there.
When it finds you, you can never look back
to powerful and to happy
this is the now, this is the place, this is the time
Grab it and never let go...
]]> Thu, 08 Dec 2011 09:55:00 GMT F5810FAFCA13F90A525F0C7B98734AF9 Be, Do, Have http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1579897 Breathe in, breathe out.&nbsp; Sometimes things won&rsquo;t work out for you.&nbsp; Somethings will not always work out the way you dream it, plan it,or wish for it to.&nbsp; Remember this: you give it your best shot.&nbsp; There are many other alternatives to live a dream.&nbsp; It doesn&rsquo;t have to necessarily be the &ldquo;SHOW&rdquo; you make it to.&nbsp; Teaching, writing, scouting, minors, local, independent, or start your own movement.&nbsp; The goal should be to do what it is that you love.&nbsp; Set your sights, but don&rsquo;t put all your eggs in one basket.&nbsp; Work hard and believe in yourself; its the only way.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Last piece of advice; you will have friends that will support you and help you along the way.&nbsp; Be grateful and make sure they know it.&nbsp; There will be a time when you are offered an opportunity and you may have to leave your friends behind.&nbsp; Remember this: you may be dedicated to your friends and not want to fuck over your friends, but you should never fuck yourself over.
Last piece of advice; you will have friends that will support you and help you along the way.  Be grateful and make sure they know it.  There will be a time when you are offered an opportunity and you may have to leave your friends behind.  Remember this: you may be dedicated to your friends and not want to fuck over your friends, but you should never fuck yourself over.


]]> Sun, 04 Dec 2011 12:55:55 GMT 37EEFC9BD1E81025E899537C9348D794 Where Are You Now? http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1563738 Trickles down my spine Out of line as your eyes see red Your mind full of dread I can only take what you give me. You think you know the answers You think God is on your side Its who you hide behind, but no more We are gone and you are all alone Now happiness flows through our veins. Where are you now? Trickles down my spine
Out of line as your eyes see red
Your mind full of dread
I can only take what you give me.

You think you know the answers
You think God is on your side
Its who you hide behind, but no more
We are gone and you are all alone
Now happiness flows through our veins.

Where are you now?

]]> Wed, 30 Nov 2011 09:15:00 GMT FA2E765E1DC60994A4D0B45350E04BB4 What's Next? http://tristessamusic.com/journal.cfm?feature=575029&postid=1551785 I&rsquo;m right here waiting for you to do something.&nbsp; But you have no clue.&nbsp; You have to much pride and you&rsquo;re not use to this life. It&rsquo;s not what you wanted.&nbsp; You only wanted freedom, but weren&rsquo;t sure exactly what that meant.&nbsp; You needed a friend but now its to much for you to handle.&nbsp; You&rsquo;re stuck and you want your life back. Now what are you going to do? Sun, 27 Nov 2011 21:10:00 GMT C2B0A156D562492B70B3DF0658F01516