with Shara Worden of My Brightest Diamond.

Shara was completely shy at first when she came ‘on stage’ to sing some vocals for the opening act Pedestrian [who is very awesome as well]. She kept her head low as she made her way on and off the stage. While not singing vocals for pedestrian she stayed near the back of the ’stage’ and kept to herself dancing just a little. When it came time for her band My Brightest Diamond to come on Shara came onto the ’stage’ with no fanfare, she picked up a guitar and started playing what at first could have been mistaken for a simple sound test. Then she started singing in her beautifully melancholy voice, everyone shut up. She finished her first song and I was already swooning. The rest of her band came out and started rocking. The entire time I was in a trance with Shara’s vibrant songs, explosive ‘dancing’, her very pretty smile, and unbelievable voice.

Shara if ever you read this:

Will you marry me?
My passion shows on my sleeve.

Listen yourself: Something of an End, from “Bring Me My Workhorse“, My Brightest Diamond

Add comment November 19th, 2006 at 07:41pm John

I have voices in my head. You have voices in your head as well. In fact, everyone in the world has voices in their head. I even imagine that deaf persons have voices in their heads.

The problem is not that we have voices, the problem can be the voice’s attitudes. yes indeed they have attitudes themselves. There are many many a voices inside my wonderfully large head. Different voices advise me in different ways. They tell me to be passive, aggressive, to speak, to shut my stinkin mouth, to fight, to flight. Anything and everything in between.

My ‘problem’ as of late is that my ‘main’ voice has been quite aggressive. Not in the ‘you won’t like me when I’m angry’ kind of aggressive, but in the ‘let’s go break shit tonight’. While this has proven well for my art class, and my clay scuplture certainly, it also has its down sides. I walk around tense lately. I can feel it in the way my feet smack the pavement of the sidewalk. I can feel it in my eyes as they burn the driver of a car who dared to try and not let me cross. My shoulders have been very tense, my head has pounded, and my pace [of everything] has quickened.

I think it might just be the time of year, as everything is transitioning to death. Though there is a voice [one of the many] that is telling me that my aggressive feelings have nothing to do with the season’s change but have everything to do with school and work. Neither of which is very stressful by themselves, but combine both along with my always present financial difficulties and boom, something starts to make sense. So as the year winds down and the landscape around me slowly melts into death, my work load grows heavy and my classwork intense. At this time of year I also find myself thinking way too much about next semester [for which I will have three very very intense classes all with very very long intense labs]. I am not really sure why this aggression is peaking though I have traversed many of the paths the voices speak to me. So if any readers have good advice on ways of getting out my aggression, please let me know. Until the time when this passes [and surely it will], please don’t be too offended when I brush up against you and push you out into the street in front of oncoming cars as I briskly pass by.

Add comment November 9th, 2006 at 07:29pm John