So, I know, I know, I haven't posted in a while and truly I don't know why I'm writing tonight other than I had one too many ideas to wait for another night. It's weird, I know but whatever gets the fingers moving and the keys pressed.
First of all I had a fun if not tiring day at Six Flags New England which was spent on 2 roller coasters and a patio bench with 3 beers and some ice cream, it was the kind of relaxing afternoon I needed away from my day job of babysitting twelve year olds at my high school's summer program. Slightly inebriated Fonts really likes to think about far out and seemingly meaningless things, like why I picked black and green as my blog's background and why I'm in a band. Questions I'm sure your sitting at the edge of your seats waiting to be answered so I'll obliged you.
To be frank, the aesthetic appeal (or lack there of) of my blog was a seemingly random choice I made in 2014 when I started my blog and have never really felt like changing. But today semi-buzzed I realize those colors have a kinda funny connection to my blog. I have two notebooks I take most places, one is a small, moleskin covered BLACK personal journal. I've written in it at all hours of the day and it's still only a quarter full, it has diary like entries from vacations, it has my musings on life, the after life and death, it even has a song idea or two or fifty written down but never preformed in there. It's really an emotional and artistic catch all for my life, it's mostly pencil because I like the way pencil feels on the paper better than pen, also pencil never bleeds through. Honestly without this book I probably would have a lot more posts on this blog and a lot more worried text messages from friends who mean well, but I try to keep to myself for my mostly personal situations, whether that's for better or worse I'll probably never know. But as I wrote on the first page encase I ever lost it "If lost, enjoy, I hope it's a good read, your humble scribe" So that's really the deal from my black book, and rereading it tonight, I've had a lot of very high highs and seemingly bottomless lows in the last year, but I, and everyone I know and may or may not mention in the book are here too and that's a win.
As for my green note book, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it before, it's more of a sketch book/ big song writing ideas book, it's a full college notebook who's class I hated so I never took notes and instead started filling with song ideas and sketches. Eventually I decided my scraps of sketches I kept in a folder would be better organized in this notebook's pockets, so there they remain, all originals except one female head shot a good friend of mine once doodled down while we were all sitting in my bed room. It's weird but even though the page it's drawn on was ripped out of the notebook it always seems apart but separate from the collection, probably because it's not mine and maybe even because it's so much better than what I surround it with. No matter the reason, it's special, I love it and I look at it or think about it pretty frequently for artistic inspiration. That's pretty much it for the green book, I go to it less to add stuff because it's really reserved for big inspiration and also I don't carry it everywhere like my other one XD.
So that's a little sneak peak inside my soul and a cheap cop out to why I haven't been writing as often. But you've been a good audience so I'm going to leave you with a treat, some excerpts from the black book that I liked upon rereading the whole thing.
"The strangest juxtaposition ever is my longing to sit alone and read and listen to music, but at the same time, do it with other people"
"As sure as the leaves will fall before winter, I promise I'll make it back before spring, come hell or high water the best I can offer is a chance to start over"
"First of September, someone go set Billy Joe's alarm"
"meet a cute girl who kinda likes me, wants to talk about music, maybe life, maybe a little too much"
"But art is so cool"
"I put on this act like this stuff doesn't bother me, but it's really what keeps me up at night"
"So C is dating this Shelby chick (we'll see how that goes)"
"Well honestly, fuck the Dreyfus Affair and everything associated with it"
"probably going to miss the beginning of the Mets game, thanks Obama"
"What's up nig nogs, it's 1:30 on a Thursday and I'm in the library because I suck at writing papers"
"I feel like when I meet her, I'll know, then the songs'll make more sense" (I realize now I stole this from a TV show, if you know which one, you're a huge nerd)
"Life, as a life, has so much to offer in only so much time, so much more than 7 little memories, 7 guesses at what's to come" (excerpt from "7 Little Memories" a short poem I wrote and showed someone once)
"Running is only the answer if a race is the question, against the clock or the demons chasing you in your head. Come out and share your struggles, your fears, your doubts, I doubt I'll find fault in the lines of your face or your hands or your hair"
"My life seems to be a series of fortunate events strategically placed pointing in every direction but true happiness"
Sleep well, drink some good coffee, and stay in touch,
MF
PS. Wanna give a little shout out to someone who's been going through some stuff: I think we'll hit that 7 year mark with room to spare, I'm confident we are good for that
