If anyone wants to do something, hit me up. Or, if you have something going on that I could come to, please let me know. Otherwise, I’ll probably just be playing guitar and video games.
how is it you feel? I remember you at the top of my room all these things we wondered how to hide see how it works when all the day long in a bottle of mud all these fears we wondered how to hide our love
how is it you feel when you run? ships won’t come in in a bottle of mud all this time looking for love and you want to find peace and you find me
mandrary fields where we run see how it works with a bottle of rum all this time hiding from death and we want to be strong but we find the true story a tale writing itself as we sail a story, a tale writing itself as we wail oh no
never again my dear should we come dancing here we’ll play guitar and video games
what if we refused to follow the rules of fashion? tell me something you’d tell a fool ways to refuse to follow the rules of fashion
how is it you feel when? remember you in the top of my room all these things remade me and caused to be something grand
never again shall we come dancing in the sea we’ll play guitar for a new
we’ll play guitar for a new we’ll play guitar and video games
Missing my cuddle buddy after a rewarding night with my close friends
Tonight (reprise)
By far the most rewarding night of my musical career. Thank you do much to everyone who came out. I’m not complaining, but I hardly had 2 seconds to myself between people wanting to let me know how they enjoyed the set and our song “Hale” in particular. Playing music itself is so rewarding and so much fun, but it’s that much greater to know that you all are connecting with the music as well. It helps push me stronger to making music from my heart to yours. Thank you all for coming out and sharing a great night for the storm
Tonight
sleep evades me tonight. It’s understandable. I’ve been waiting for a night like tomorrow for the majority of my life. I’ve been playing music over half my life, and tomorrow I sing a release party for my first official album release. I have to admit, it’s quite exciting. I feel like a kid the night before Christmas. I find myself thinking through and visualizing what tomorrow is going to look like. I want to see the look on peoples faces when they see us perform something we’ve worked so hard on. I want people to relate and connect with music I’ve thrust my soul into. Tomorrow night, I sing with everything I have from my toes to the top of my head, leaving nothing to take with me off the stage, my heart laid bare before the crowd. In the past, I would be hoping for the approval of the crowd. Not anymore. I have my own approval. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished, and there will always be people who have something negative to say or who are jealous for not achieving something of this magnitude. No, tomorrow I sing to my approval, and merely hope that my heart is able to transcend the music and the lyrics and reach out to the hearts of people who have felt the same way I have in situations. And in this, we will be connected through music. A family of kindred souls who’s language is creative and mathematical and has a way of expressing that which we don’t know how to verbalize. Tomorrow night we stand together and celebrate ourselves and our lives.
…I just wish I could fall asleep first.
You look fat in your tumblr photo. You should change it.
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I’m glad I don’t take advice from anonymous people based on a shallow outlook. I look fat ‘cause I am fat. Deal with it. Tonight I’m gonna look fat on stage and rock the faces off a sold out crowd. Why? Because I’m that bad ass. It’s people that say stupid shit like that who give others self image issues which lead to lowered self esteem on top of a multitude of other possible problems. Fortunately, my awesomeness is stronger than your shallow vision.
Chipotle ribs, Cajun fries, and macaroni salad. Mike cooks dinner for the troops the night before the show. (Taken with instagram)
Just over 15 years ago, I was befriended by a girl. She was cute, a little nerdy (ok, a lot nerdy) and very friendly. We seemed to enjoy each others company. We would talk a lot, pass notes, study together, normal things classmates do. I didn’t see it at first, but she quickly became my best friend. I found myself confiding in her, and her in me. Our bond fused so fast and so strong that just months later we were dating. I’d never really known anyone like her before. She would make me laugh, make me think, and ask me questions in a manner that made me examine myself and helped to steady my direction and passions. Even when no one seemed to understand me, she would be by my side, picking my brain to try to understand me and my world, and loving me the whole time. Eight years ago today, she took my last name as her own. I am proud and lucky to have found someone willing to put up with everything I have to offer. I’m not an easy person to love. I’m impulsive, [overly] passionate, hard headed, and can have a temper. She has seen me at my lowest point and has not left my side. She is the strongest woman I know. This last year has not been easy for either of us, but she saw fit to grip my hand even stronger and move forward with me. I don’t think there’s any one else strong enough or full of character that could love me as relentlessly as she does. I’ve never known love as powerful as what she has for me. Today, I give tribute to a woman unequaled by any other, my wife, my lover, my companion, my best friend.
Carianne Elizabeth Wargowsky, I love you.
Thank you for being a demonstration of what it means to love.
I'm impulsive, creative, a little shy and right in your face. Music is the air I breathe, and family is the water that sustains me. I'm a little too epic for my own good.
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