The High Life and Bucket Bouts Part 2

As the afternoon settles in, Mitch (as we will now call him) turns on the television, and begins flipping through the channels. After a few minutes of boredom, he turns the television off and picks up the latest issue of Rolling Stone. As he begins to read, his thoughts focus on the flashes from the previous night. The wooden clock on the wall ticks silently in the background. As images flash into his head, he is snapped out of his thoughts by the ringing of his telephone. When he answers the phone and says hello, he hears heavy breathing on the other end. "Hello?" Mitch says out loud into the phone. But there is no answer, only the continuation of breathing, followed by a click. With his heart racing, panic sets in, and suddenly he feels ill. "Exactly what happened last night?" he wonders as he sets the phone down on the coffee table. Instantly, another image flashes into his head. To be continued........

The High Life and Bucket Bouts Part 1

The clock reads 11:33 on a late Sunday morning. As the alarm generates it's usual morning buzz, he wipes the blurry haze from his eye and takes a look outside the window. Clouds fill the sky, and the sun is rendered helpless. As each foot staggers to make a path across the bedroom floor, he stops to remember what has caused the dreadful throbbing in his head. As random events from the night prior fill his head, he instantly remembers the 9 bottles of High Life that he downed in a 2 hour period. He then makes his way to the bathroom and looks in the mirror at his disheveled appearance, and proceeds to wash his face. The cold water hits his skin like a winter chill, and instantly his brain is alert. At the same moment, his stomach gives off a horrid grumble and reminds him that he is in need of nourishment, and stat. As he makes his way to the kitchen, he thumbs through the selection at hand. Oatmeal, Corn Flakes, Little Debbie Cakes, and pancakes. After a moment of debate, he decides to trust the years of Wilford Brimley's suggestion and eat a bowl of oatmeal. At this moment in time, all seems right with the world (with the exception of the headache). Little does he know, strange events are about to unfold later in the day..... to be continued

Earth Day 2009

Happy Earth day my fellow earthlings!

Today we celebrate the planet we inhabit called Earth. It's a time for us to appreciate the beauty that our planet has to offer, whilst raising awareness in preserving our planet. Whether it is using a cloth shopping bag at the grocery instead of plastic, walking or riding a bike instead of driving, or recycling aluminum, plastic or newspaper, there are many things we can chip in to do our part. For more information on Earth Day and how you can learn more to do your part please visit: http://www.earthday.net/
I believe we should make Earth Day not a one day a year event, but a daily way of life.
Happy Earth Day!

In other news, my friend Sam Cline and have decided to start our own record label. The name of the label is CSC Records....more info coming very soon!

Transmission complete.....

Nick

Smokey Haze Fills My Mind...

Every morning at around 7am, my apartment fills with a strong aroma. No it's not coffee (that comes later in the morning), it's the gagging, choking, disgusting smell that makes my eyes water and my throat itch: cigarette smoke. This horrible aroma is courtesy of a kind and well-meaning man whom we will call "chuck" to protect his identity. He is a retired man of approximately 70 years old, and he loves his cigarettes. I do speak to him on occasion whilst going up the steps to my apartment, and he is a quite friendly guy. He has also told me the same story let's see....well, every time I see him, but I enjoy the story oddly enough each time he tells it to me. He likes to greet the day with a smoke on his patio. No harm in that, for it's his habit and his life/health.

However, this patio is directly below the front door to my apartment. The smell of his Marlboro graces me at the same time everyday like clock work. It finds it's way through the small crack under my door and for about 10 minutes every morning, my apartment fills with a "smokey haze". Could I say something to him about it? Sure. Should I say something to him about it? Maybe. Will I say anything to him about it? No. I figure he has lived a longer life than I and has a right to perhaps one of the few things that still brings him joy. No, I will not be the "smokey bandit". Now if I could only find a way to hold my breath for 10 minutes.....

Disclaimer: That's not a photo of my actual neighbor, but you get the point!

These Dreams...

So perhaps by now you have the Heart song These Dreams stuck in your head, (if not I bet you do now?!) But this post isn't about the infections 80's ballad. No it's referring to actual dreams. I sometimes dream about music. Some dreams are about songs not yet written, some I remember when I wake up and I immediately go to my guitar or piano and churn out. Other songs are popular songs I have heard throughout my life. This was the case in last night's dream. I was spending time with family and friends in NYC when all the sudden we all break into song. The song you ask? Don Ho's Christmas song, Mele Kalikimaka. Only in my dream we weren't pool side like in a certain movie. ;)

I'm curious about dreams and the meaning behind certain dreams. I'm also curious if anyone else dreams in song or at least has songs playing in their dreams. Perhaps we will never know why we dream and/or what they mean...so until then.... "Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas day".......