garrison beau scott

There are times when the ideal of my childhood memories fuse with the reality that my children are experiencing. Halloween is one such a moment. At least now, while my children are young enough to still see the day for all its magic, and old enough to enjoy it for every ounce of what it is. Watching them run from door to door, screaming, “…next house!” with sugar fueled smiles plastered all over their faces brings its own kind of magic.

Bearing witness to their memories is the greatest joy I’ve ever experienced, and reminds me how blessed I am to be their parent.

holy shit! really? one of my favorites covering another, like this?

that’s the thing about music, you put something of yourself into it, and it comes out like this.

the idea of having a day where we proclaim our love is okay enough. but shouldn’t we do it everyday. do flowers or candy or kisses mean the same thing on feb. 15 or sept. 3?

so for all of you who are still in love with your other today, this is for you.

m. ward from his record, post-war
video from those who feel the same way

her lips, a stranger’s smile, the smell of salt and the open air, the unknowing, the believing, wind in the hair, the tinge of pain, the sound of yes, the way laughter echos after your words, frost in the windows or a bit of sand in your lemonade, hearing of falling stars, feeling the grass, first steps, last breaths, roller-coasters and locomotives.

any of these?

what about this?

okay, so who the fuck is paul cary? i have no idea. i just know that i want to know. i want to drink wine with him, or scotch if he prefers. hell, i’ll drink coors in a fucking can if that’s all we got, just to say i did it. to hear this guy wail, pour it all out, making you wonder if it’s him that’s distorted or the rest of the world, i guess is knowledge enough.

but that’s kind of like saying a kiss on prom night is enough. no, this guy demands a closer look.

i’ve never spent the night in a gutter after a tear in the red light, but if i did and “on the rise” was pouring out of the speakers from a passing car, i’d pull myself from the street with a smile on my face and a “fuck yeah” on my tongue.

like a sucker punch coated in amphetamines, out came this track from my stereo, courtesy of daytrotter. if i was the kind of prick who was content in life to bide my time with the spoon fed tripe that passes as culture these days, i’d have skipped right over him. like i said, who the fuck is paul cary? well, paul cary is the guy that’s going to turn your world upside down, shake all that change from your pocket and then buy you a drink with it in a bar that you’ve been too scared to venture inside of. the denizens of said bar will see that you’re with paul cary and call you one of their own. paul cary will make it alright.

paul cary. no excuses.

none.