i had an epiphany today

it was a good one.
it involved the whole damn nada surf "the weight is a gift". it's too big for today, though, my thoughts are spilling all over themselves, and i have to finish sorting them all out. it'll have to wait till tomorrow, and anyway, today was a brand new day: "keep the blood in your head, keep your feet on the ground". that's the bigger picture for the day, starting small, starting new, starting starting starting everything and starting simple... starting small before i can get anywhere bigger.
i've seen brand new two or three times, and they're one of those five bands i can listen to nonstop and never get tired of... but that's for another day, too...(i have five or six brand new shirts, so we'll be getting back to them sooner or later).
but check it: go ahead and the jet city fix buttons straight outta 2003 on the right side of the collar of the vest. do they show? or does my crappy macbook camera not do the buttons justice? i LIVED for go ahead shows when i was in junior high and high school. to me, they were everything worthwhile in the seattle/south end local music scene, along with a good number of other staple local bands.
and there it is: i'm an obvious product of the pop-punk post-millenium scene of teenage seattle. i thrived off of it, and i'm pretty sure i still do... but not the scene, the music. the "die for it all, gotta feel all the world just like everyone in the band" feeling i get out of live shows, ya know? i love that feeling more than a lot of things.
so charged.
so beat.
so.
fucking.
alive.
and it's weird, because i get the same feeling in the middle of nowhere on a mountain or at a lake.
funny how that works....

anyway, getting back to starting small...
brand new start.
brand new day.
brand new everything.
that's all i'm getting out of today...
and don't worry about it, i'm sitting on the counter of the kitchen at my parents' house writing this, dripping sticky sweet otter pop juice everywhere.

i think that's what love is.
starting all over with all the old weapons of what makes life good.

love.