Green Day

And what a Green Day it was. Wonderful concert. I mean really cool. All the stops. the hits. The rarest of the rare, they pulled on 3 people and fulfilled every great guitar player and music fans dream, on stage. Sweet. Then they had fireworks, and Billy Joe and the boyz kicked ass on their homecoming. Today I was even prouder to call the Bay my home. It aint adopted no longer. Home home on the range.

And I took my cousins, and that ws pretty sweet as well.

Night...

Killer diller

I almost killed Bill Walton tonight. Not really. But he was a street light rebel for sure. I had the turn signal and he was crossing the street on a red light. it was none other than the big tall red head dead head. he was prolly in town for the J Garcia band's tribute. I saw him. Bill Walton, and well, I let him obstruct traffic and my path. Not because he's a basketball legend. Not because he's a legendary broadcaster that I used to hate and have now grown to love. but because he's a decent human being.

Yup. Act like ya know

One person I'd like to meet

If posed the question "If you could have a conversation with anybody who isn't currently alive, who would it be".
My answer would be....drum roll please...

Marvin Gaye. His musical transition is just epic. Started off with a great voice, but had to break it in. And then he did. Found that voice and ran with it. And it was amazing. Then the war happened. And Dr. King got shot. And went down. Puffed on a little hash, and .he did What's Going On? First time he really wrote his own material. And it's wonderful. Then, disco hit. And coke was in the air. And his relationship fell apart. And the music changed. And it began to be more tragic, but with flashes of Brilliance. His life was tough and real. He seemed like a real dude to me. SOme hardships some greatness, but human through and through. He lived the human experience, and well, his life is a bit tragic, and I would just like talk to him. More so, i;d ike to sing with him.

What's love got to do wit it?

I think what bothers me most is that I never get to really express what I think or how I feel. Instead, I just get swept up and under the emotions of seeing her, and forget all that I learned, all that I'd come to terms with, and all the realizations that made my life all the more manageable. Could I write you an email? Sure, but would that make me feel any better? Probably not. I'm so neurotic that I'd wind up checking for a response every hour on the hour.

I am sad, but not overally sad. Certainly not depressed. I think I'm more frustrated. Frustrated with myself, and somewhat frustrated with you too. What frustrates me most is your expectations. They seem so unrealistic to me, and worse, I don't think that you really do know me. I think you love an idea of me. I think you love the comfort you feel around me. hell, I think you love how I idolize you. How I love you. And at times you share that love and even give some of it back. But as soon as you do, it's gone, just as quick as it was there.

I give up. Not on love. Not on me. But on you, and any conception of us. I've had it. One can only take so much. We do share an irrisistable flame. A spark. But I don't ever feel 100% there. How could I? I'm not upset with the fact that I am vulnerable around you. I should be. I can't trust you though. You shy away from being vulnerable. What's worse is that you're dangerous. In many shapes and forms. And I love you. No if ands or buts about it. And I have a lot of love to give. But it's not worth trying anymore.