Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
If you were to get a glimpse into my bedroom on a night a little more than a year ago you would most likely have witness a scene that became my lovely ritual for some time. My favorite black candle would be lit, a lip stamped wine glass on the nightstand, the stereo crooning and i would be wrapped in some sort of black satin or lace concoction... Probably waiting for someone to come over, right? Hardly.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
This is a picture of me and my 20 year old younger brother David Lee Crow. David Lee is a talented artist, musician and writer and will be the new guest blogger for WastedYoungHearts. This is his first entry and we are going to try and make it a monthly contribution to my blog so show him some love. Let me just express how immensely proud I am of the incredible artist he has become. I love you David Lee.
Every single day, millions of people wake up and put on their man suits. Armys of these robots sit at the designated quarters in
their self-assigned beehive tap tap tapping away at their worker keyboards, blank faced and staring dully forward calculating their days work.
A life-time ritual lived on auto pilot.
A sadistic scheme created and instilled in the minds of the mediocre by the rich and wealthy.
Honestly; how does one grow in a world of such cultured vibrancy and surreal wonder,
A world with a consistent vibe beating through the ages and constantly leaving its trace on the mind
through memories, the present moment, and that which has yet to have happened and STILL slowly become something that
represents everything that is opposite?
We are all canvases, the choices we make and events that occur in our lives decorate our inner and outer image with splattered paint and penciled precision, elegantly exposed and beautiful in our own ways.
With an overwhelming 6 billion people breathing right now at this very moment, I am forced to assume that it is simply the destiny
of many to carry a blank canvas. To exist as a tool, a gear in the machine of humanity and to forever live unaware of the intoxicating
emotion of truly feeling free and infinite.
To have never come to that point in their life in which they will have reached a climaxing realization of potential and ability
that devastates and destroys all negative thoughts and emotions that ever had a slight chance of conquering their goals.
For those who do have this, they are the creators, the composers of their own orchestras, the aspiring and the inspired who
wield this weapon of possibility with confidence and proof. This weapon I speak of is passion, its ammunition is love, and the
battlefield in which it is fired is our lives. With that being said, good luck soldier.
Here are the links to David Lee's music & art projects:
myspace.com/davidleecrow, myspace.com/theirishfront, myspace.com/drugsthemusic
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The dreaded day is coming people. February 14, 2010 is just around the corner. And it seems that most the blogs I have read are doing some pretty heavy bashing on poor ol' Mr. V-day. For the past few years the day of lovers seems to have become the day for people to hate people who have lovers. What a shame.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
“I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you can see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
When you read this quote from the late yet brilliant Mr. Vonnegut don’t be surprised if for a few moments the way you view the present suddenly shifts. In those moments there is an intoxicating combination of panic and delight that runs through your veins faster than any dirty martini could dream. A fever for adventure sears your skin and you can almost swear that Kurt Vonnegut himself has given you the long awaited permission of living the life you’ve always desired. You can already see your windows rolled down, suitcase packed, regrets in the rearview and an unending pavement of promise. You don’t care where you are going as long as it allows you to escape the center and dance along the edge.
As beautiful and enticing as this vision sounds, reality will quickly smack you in the face. What about children, your husband or boyfriend? And then there is always mothers, fathers, siblings, friends, careers and let’s not forget the dog (or kitty if you’re anything like me.) And all at once, as vivid and real as this scene seemed only seconds ago, it becomes equally impossible. You may begin to sulk but that packed bag and open road is quickly abandoned with something as simple and beautiful as your daughter’s laugh, a lover’s embrace or wine with an old friend. You soon realize there is immense beauty hidden all throughout the center of your world. Life on the edge will just have to wait. Or does it?
The reason I started this book club was so that I could not only look over the edge but so that I would be able to take you with me. I wanted a group to be able to witness the lives and trials of colorful and dark characters alike and not only for our entertainment but for our benefit. To improve or to rediscover ourselves through the turns we make when slipping into the shoes of another. To ask ourselves what choices we will make in the world that lies in these pages. And most importantly, who will stop at the edge and who will simply keep walking.