Writin' Forty

It's selfish, I admit it. But I'd love to see more black guys and girls at rock concerts. Rock comes from blues and rap comes from rock and house music. All music are a bunch of cousins, first or second. I wish people would see that. Most black people I know like rap and R&B. I know that's a broad generalization, so forgive me. I just want to see more black people when I go to a Starset show or a Breaking Benjamin show so we can bang heads with the white people and Hispanic folks and everyone else. That would be badass to me. It took me a little bit of time to accept that rock music is really just a part of who I am. Quick side note: any black guy my age who tells you they didn't grow up on rock is lying to you. Rap hit it big in the mid 80s and while there certainly was plenty of soul and r&b talent there was a lot of Eurythmics and hair metal bands too. We listened to it. I didn't really pick rock back up until the mid 90s. I went to the neighborhood h

Didn't mean to go a month without writing something. I think I was waiting on something super awesome to come up but let's be honest about life: it's moments of excitement buffered by long periods of boredom. No one is super exciting every day but I do get those who want to be the adrenaline junkies and stay in that moment as long as possible. I can say that's never really been my life, though. If anything, I'm really hoping for a place to call home, physically and spiritually. Lately, I've found a joy in going to jiu-jitsu and making an effort to get back into really good shape. I also want to shake up any stagnancy in my life. I've gotten pictures framed that I've been staring at for months or years so I can hang them up and enjoy them. I'm going to get to that comic book room and put a TV up in there so I can say I did it. I'm probably not saying this well enough but I just want to do stuff. And I want the stuff to stick. I want stuff to e