The following is a list of MusicMaestro13's blog entries, in reverse order
It's that time again!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012 (20:00:28)
Still hunting for a new job. I have a few interviews lined up so there's that. Fingers crossed as usual.
I've recently downloaded some music software and I forgot how fun it is to tinker with songs. I've missed being a mixer jockey. I'll take any and all requests for remixes and covers. I need to expand my musical horizons and would love to try new stuff. Music is writing with sound, and if you can't put your whole soul into it, you shouldn't do it.
(insert rant about popular radio music being total horse shit. IE, Lady Gaga, Nicki Minaj, Justin Bieber, etc.)
Music, poetry, and my band are all I have right now.
Dallas metal band Memphis May Fire said it best :
This is who we are! These are the roads we paved,
the strength we found and the mistakes we made along the way.
Onward and upward, to infinity and beyond.
As soon as you're born you start dying,
so you might as well have a good time.
I won't be dragged down by negativity.
Sometimes I need to inspire myself haha
Looking forward to getting some more poems up. I'm getting my itch back. The only way to scratch it is to get writing.
I may not look it or write it, but I do deeply care for this nation of ours. A friend of mine showed me this video last night as we were having a political discussion. I invite you to watch it as well, it's 3 minutes and change of possibly the most true words spoken on national television.
(Language disclaimer. Lots of F words.)
I got patriotic chills from this video. I've always believed that each individual should embody and immortalize the changes that they wish to see implemented in the world. Laws are nothing but Band-Aids. Band-Aids don't cure burns. They cover them. None of them change people, not a one makes people aspire to greatness. Religion does that for some, but for others, religion isn't and doesn't exist. I would like to believe that people as a whole have aspirations and dreams, and strive for greatness.
Sadly, this isn't the case for most of society. They are content to wallow in their mediocre existence. I, personally, cannot comprehend the people who deny their potential. We are all born with the capacity to make substantial differences in the world around us. Through words, music, actions of service, leadership, art, and compassion, we are all gifted in one way or another.
I don't know where, who, or what is to blame for this. Technology? Superficiality? Human apathy? Or am I looking to deeply into this matter, and looking past the positives? Undoubtedly so. I am being pessimistic.
Either way, I would like to know the opinions of my fellow writers, who have many different ways of looking at the world, through different colored pairs of glasses.
SO! Those of you who stalk me know that I have a new job. Working for where I do, it is a purely commission based pay scale. I get a percent of all sales I make.
The problem is this: No one is buying the services that I'm soliciting. I pitch it like Billy Mays and no one is stepping up to the plate. So I tone it down. Next time I'm like the Sham-Wow guy. No dice, no high rollers.
Anyone have any sales advice for me? Because I quite honestly (though I would never tell it to his face) do more work than my boss. I do his "full time workload" in two hours. I call and I call and I call and get verbal phone-doors slammed in my face. I've done sales before. I know it's hard. But perhaps I need to change my tactics.
I think I'll check back later and see if anyone has any thoughts, and in the meantime, I'm off to read Sun Tzu's The Art Of War
I have recently lost my job. I was fired for my opinions on Twitter about my company. Regrettable and stupid? Sure. It's all a part of growing up. Hindsight is 20/20.
DON'T DO IT. Nothing is safe on the internet.
Other than frantically trying to pay my bills and budget my money while looking for a new job, I've still been able to keep things going with my band. I promise links to our music will be provided once we have stuff mastered and recorded professionally.
Still writing in my spare time (though, there isn't much of it anymore.)
I have a new poem up (pending review), and I'm getting my hands inked in some upcoming slams.
Writing is a stress relief, right? Well, I could definitely use some of that right about now!
I wish I had an epic story to tell you about why I haven't been signed in for 3 years. But I don't. I could tell you I resurrected dinosaurs and discovered Atlantis; that makes for good poetry but it is not the truth.
I simply haven't had internet access until just recently.
I have a new job, have a pretty successful local band in SLC, UT. Just turned 20 on the 1st of May. There are no little MusicMaestro13's running around, and I am as single as ever.
For those of you who have missed me, I apologize for being away for so long. I have a lot of material stored inside of my brain. Now to extract it all.
To those of you who do not know me, I am here for the same reason as you: To escape. I find a deep solace in words, meter, and flow. I cannot live in a world without these things, no more than I cannot seperate the language of music from my soul. Poetry is another type of escape. I hope to inspire and touch whomever will read and ponder on my words and ideas.
20 is a ripe young age. I have missed this place. Time to get my hands inked. And no, I don't mean with "THUG LIFE" tattoos.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I've been gone for a really long time, almost 3 months now...I honestly had no idea that my job would overwhelm my life as much as it has.. I seriously wake up, shower, eat food, get ready, go to work for 10 hours and get home at like 1 in the morning to do the same thing day in and day out. It's good money and decent work, so no gripes about that. I miss this place, I don't have any new pieces, well, not finished pieces, at least. They're coming soon, I promise
The other day, I was in Barnes and Noble, and saw that they were having a sale on their classics. So, I bought like 30 books, including "Walden and Civil Disobediance" by Henry David Thourou and "Self Reliance and Other Works" by Emerson. I've been on a bit of a Trancendentalist kick, so when I finalize these works, their gonna be profound and all that (hahaha). I haven't forgotten about this place, believe me.
So, I was also at work the other day and came upona realization of how socialist the United States government is becoming. I was on the phone with a customer who didn't want to leave Verizon Wireless, but because of a trust market/divest market deal made a few years ago, the FCC is making people switch to AT&T with no option to stay with Verizon. They are having their choice of investing in their complany of choice completely spit upon by a decree that was made with zero regard to the little guy. Even if they are breaking up Verizon to prevent market reign, or a monopoly, the customers should (LEGALLY AND CONSTITUTIONALLY) have the choice to stay with whatever complany they would like. So, long story shory, there was nothing I could do to help that customer. That irritates me.
Recap: Life = good, no complaints, combined with no time, combined with enrolling in college classes and starting to get a credit score. Essentially, it's time to grow up. I'm so beyond ready for that. Bring it on!
Well, things are looking up since I was last posting. I have a new job, now I work for a company called ACS answering inbound customer service calls for Verizon Wireless. It pays well, they have great benefits and discounts, and I'm lucky to have a job. No ingratitude from me!! But that's why I've been away for a bit, I've got some new poems up as of today, called The Scarlet Leaf-Girl, and another song called I Wanna Play Mousetrap. Rates are appreciated, especially on the Leaf-Girl. I was trying a new form, and I really like how it turned out. Thanks guys, any questions or whatever, feel free to comment or shoot me a message if we need to catch up or whatever8) Thanks guys:)
Well, I'm kinda in a pickle right now. I've got a little less than a month to either move out of my parents house or go to college, and the cherry on my sundae of stress is finding a new job to pay for said education as well as a car. Which I need in less than a month. (Deep sigh). Well, I've made a professional resume and turned it in to Department of Workforce Services, but they aren't exactly calling me up with much offers....Try none. I still somehow find time to write poetry, much to my parent's chagrin... They would much rather me not write poetry until I find a better job.. But then explain why they get mad when, stricken with insomnia, at 3 in the morning, I write poetry. In my limited life experiance, 3 in the morning is quite possibly the worst time to go look for a job. Just saying. But hey, I love my parents and I know they mean well, but they sure can irritate me sometimes. I've just gotta be patient. I'll get a call for a job eventually (hopefully before my dear father sends me outside to live in a box...sigh) Well yeah, poetry, irritating parents, coffee, girls, flipping burgers.....It's just another day at the office.
Hey, sorry for the extended leave of absence. I got suspended from school like 2 days before graduation. It was rough, but I managed to sneak by, got my diploma and everything. Wasn't easy though, but hey. In hindsight, skipping school to go get a cup of coffee wasn't really worth it, at least not two days before the end of school.
But I'm back now. I've been unable to access this site from my mobile phone, which I was hoping that I could post my poetry from that. Well, long story short, my phone's internet kinda sucks anyways. I'll stick to the old-fashioned desktop computer. Haven't been able to get inspired poeticallly yet, so all I have for you this time are more lyrics.
And to answer questions, no I'm not dead, I didn't get arrested, and I wasn't avoiding anyone. I've just been stressed trying to figure out what to do with my life now that I'm 18 and graduated. College is a yes, but I don't have the cash. I'm considering military, namely the Marines.
Well as you can see, got some stuff to figure out. But hey, that's why I write poetry. It's an escape. I could use one soon haha..
Ummm.....Sorry I haven't been posting anything substantial for a while. I've mostly been writing lyrics and trying to graduate high school. That has pretty much taken over my life for the time being. I write my lyrics in the style of The Devil Wears Prada, a Christian deathcore/screamo band. I want to post them, but they're not really poetry, they follow no rhyme or no set rhythm, but they convey powerful messages. They are truly thought-provoking. What do you guys think? What could I post them as? Do you want to read them? Thoughts?
Oh yeah. Confession. Right. I haven't really had a lot of poetic training. I've only been writing poetry for about a year. I don't know the styles, forms and voice really well. I've only had a semester of a poetry class as my foundation. However, I am learning soooo much from this place, especially from you more experianced poets, and I love stepping up to the plate. Bring it on!
How many people really know who I am? I place so many masks on my face when I'm around different people and take them off at other times. What shocks me is that I realize that, and I don't seem to care. I am a multi-faceted individual, and, well, I'm crazy!
My life is not simple, but at other times it couldn't make more sense in the world. I would not be where I am today without my fair share of BS and harmony; love and anger. All of these make for excellent poetry, but sometimes I find myself wishing for a release; an escape from the madness of society. I find that solace, honestly, by coming onto this site, posting my work, and reading the interpretations of the world from diferent perspectives. They may differ from mine, but I have yet to feel hated on this site!
Ironic, no? That I used to hold society in the utmost contempt, almost xenophobic anger, so in retaliation I join a social poetry site? Well, be that as it may, I love being a part of this place, and love the acceptance here. By society's standards, poetry may not be the most 'manly' hobby, but I don't care. I'm a poet. We're all poets. And we can change the world.