Chiptunes. It's a subgenre of techno that I've recently delved into. It's centers around 8 and 16-bit sounds; the kinds that you would hear from the video games of the 20th century. And that exactly why I've fallen so hard for this style of music.
I'm at a point in my life where there is no more time for reflection. It's only forward from here out. There was another time when I was in that mentality. It was when I was younger, playing these games. Whenever I hear that 130+ bpm with thumping bloops and bleeps, it changes my whole mind state.
A lot has happened over my thirty years. I've seen some shit. I've done a few things I wish I had done differently. It only gets weirder from here on out. I would like to approach the incoming nonsense with an open heart and an indelible constitution. That can only be achieved with innocent optimism... the kind of optimism you can only find in your youth when you have the world before you.
So, armed to the teeth with my arm cannon, spread gun, boomerang, ultima weapon, and a handful of mushrooms, I'm ready to take on the next chapters of life.
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
.muy.
dearest ben,
tonight, i stood over where you left us. right there on 1st N and 1st. i stood there thinking how much i missed you. the moon shined off the water just as it did 12 years ago when we sat together with joseph. i stared at it and thought about how much of an inspiration you were to me. do you know i still use the nickname you gave to me in college? it's both my penance and to remember you by.
they say you die twice. once when you leave and another when you're no longer remembered. i will never let that happen by using this moniker. you mean more to me than i will ever be able to show, but somehow i think you know... i've shared my story recently and it's opened up these old wounds...
ben, if you can hear me; i miss you, homie. you were the fire that drove me to become the person i am today. if you were here, i know it would be you i would be leaning on at this new year and not semi-acquaintances. please allow me a partiality of your strength and confidence to pursue the happiness that we envisioned together. i hope one day to be as resilient as you were, but until then i need a helping hand. things have not been so well with me. i've took up the drink, and you know i don't do that, but it's the only release i can come up with without actually giving up. that's how much things have roughened up this year...
i'm ready to move on to the next chapter. 2013 will be that moment; whether i force the issue or not. i know that you're looking out for me, david, jeremy and your family. i can tell by the way things are going for them. but now it's my turn. you need to lend me a hand. dude, i know you got pull up there. you're too much of a player not to... son, i'm serious. get whoever it is that oversees my file and get him or her to pencil in some stuff worthy of a highlight reel, because i'm just about at my wit's end here... you owe me! remember that time i bailed you out of getting kicked out? or when that time you were devastated when tina broke up with you.. or that one time you had sex IN MY BED and nutted all over the sheets and refused to clean it while i was out of town?! yeah... that's right... i know about that shit...
so, yeah, throw me a bone... i could use one...
here's to 2013 not being as lame as last year...
-muy
tonight, i stood over where you left us. right there on 1st N and 1st. i stood there thinking how much i missed you. the moon shined off the water just as it did 12 years ago when we sat together with joseph. i stared at it and thought about how much of an inspiration you were to me. do you know i still use the nickname you gave to me in college? it's both my penance and to remember you by.
they say you die twice. once when you leave and another when you're no longer remembered. i will never let that happen by using this moniker. you mean more to me than i will ever be able to show, but somehow i think you know... i've shared my story recently and it's opened up these old wounds...
ben, if you can hear me; i miss you, homie. you were the fire that drove me to become the person i am today. if you were here, i know it would be you i would be leaning on at this new year and not semi-acquaintances. please allow me a partiality of your strength and confidence to pursue the happiness that we envisioned together. i hope one day to be as resilient as you were, but until then i need a helping hand. things have not been so well with me. i've took up the drink, and you know i don't do that, but it's the only release i can come up with without actually giving up. that's how much things have roughened up this year...
i'm ready to move on to the next chapter. 2013 will be that moment; whether i force the issue or not. i know that you're looking out for me, david, jeremy and your family. i can tell by the way things are going for them. but now it's my turn. you need to lend me a hand. dude, i know you got pull up there. you're too much of a player not to... son, i'm serious. get whoever it is that oversees my file and get him or her to pencil in some stuff worthy of a highlight reel, because i'm just about at my wit's end here... you owe me! remember that time i bailed you out of getting kicked out? or when that time you were devastated when tina broke up with you.. or that one time you had sex IN MY BED and nutted all over the sheets and refused to clean it while i was out of town?! yeah... that's right... i know about that shit...
so, yeah, throw me a bone... i could use one...
here's to 2013 not being as lame as last year...
-muy