Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Back Again

Europe was amazing as always. I'm in love with Paris. I have to go back, and for more than two days next time. I enjoyed Austria and Italy as well. Mais..j'adore Paris. The only thing I didn't enjoy this trip was that on the last day in Paris I got a wicked bad cold and I haven't quite shaken it yet. My ears are also all blocked up still. Europe was very inspiring. I wrote seven songs in eight days. The only thing I didn't like about my trip was that I didn't have my guitar. So I went eight days not playing guitar. Other than that I had a blast. Oh yeah, and not seeing Bob wasn't fun either.

The Red Sox lost five in a row while I was gone. I shouldn't be allowed to leave the country. I should just have season tickets. The Red Sox would win 75 of their 81 home games if I had season tickets. Or they would win a lot of their games. I'm very superstitious when it comes to baseball. I have to do certain things in a certain order when I go to a game. And mainly, it all boils down to a hot dog. I'll elaborate later. Now is not the time.

I was asked today to write the "class ode" and perform it at graduation. I'm not gonna lie, I'm very excited to do this. I don't even know what I have to do exactly, but it'll be fun. And good. More importantly, it will be good.

High school is almost done, and Berklee is right around the corner. I can't wait. For many reasons. I also have an amazing summer ahead of me. Between concerts and baseball games and Europe again..it's gonna be a blast.

I thought I had more to say, but I guess I do not.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Vacating/RIP Danny Federici

April vacation begins today. It's the perfect way to end the week--sunshine and 72 degrees I'm guessing. I couldn't wait to get to fourth block. We played Jeopardy! today, and my row won again. We won with 18,200. Yes, we are that good.

Well, while most kids spend their April vacations lounging around, playing sports, or heading to Florida, I am lucky enough to be making my third trip to Europe. I leave Sunday for Austria, Venice, and Paris for nine days with some of my best friends. I can't wait. I need to get away for a bit--even away from my guitar, as hard as it may be. I've got a song in me that needs to come out. I need a change of scenery for this one. It's gonna be good. Trust me. I've got a few titles and the "story" in mind. It's in my brain. It's in my heart. Now it just needs to be on paper.

So I found out yesterday that 7,500 people applied to Berklee. Berklee only takes 800-1,000 a year..That's 13.3% at the most. I feel really good about that. Maybe I really am good at this whole music thing.

I haven't had a guitar lesson since March 31st. That is truly depressing. You have no idea how much I miss Bob. I may seem like I can handle an entire month without a guitar lesson, but I can't. Yes, I can figure out almost any song I want to by ear. Yes, I can learn stuff online or through books. Yes, I can analyze tunes on my own. But it's not the same. It's not the same. I need human interaction with music. As much as I enjoy picking apart a Hendrix solo on my own, it's always more fun with Bob. Music isn't something to do alone. It's interactive.

Danny Federici died today. He was the long-time keyboardist/organist of the E-Street Band--Bruce Springsteen's band. He was diagnosed with skin cancer earlier this year. Who dies of skin cancer, honestly. I was very shocked when I heard that. I don't really know what else to say on that. I'm awkward when it comes to death and funerals. I don't generally cry, and I never know what to say to people. I hate saying stuff like 'I'm sorry for your loss,' yeah, I am, but I don't feel like that's enough. It's just..I don't even know. I never know what to say, which is unusual for me. I like to think that I say the right things at the right times for the most part. I'm pretty good with words. I just talk too fast for people to understand sometimes (haha).

It's too nice to be inside right now. And I need to go tanning at some point today..Ironic, isn't it?

Oh yeah, and I may not have to go until May without a lesson. Bob just emailed me.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Yankees/Yankee Stadium

I don't normally do this, but I'm feeling very compelled to right now.

I am a die-hard Red
Sox fan, and damn proud of it. I will never love a sports team as much as I love the Red Sox. I'm actually proudly sporting my J.D. Drew jersey-shirt right now.

This is not about the Red
Sox though. This is about the Yankees and the House that Ruth built--which is about to be taken down.

I don't like the Yankees. I'm a Yankee-Hater, like most non-Yankee fans are. Most Red Sox fans (and probably most other baseball fans that are not Yankee fans) hate the Yankees as a team and as individuals. I don't. I can't explain it too too well, but I'm gonna try anyway.

The Yankees, like any team, are often hated because they are (were) good. They are (were) good. They have 26 rings to prove it. But what I hate about the Yankees isn't that. I hate what their front office stands for.
Steinbrenner's the one that started the disgustingly large salaries by giving onuses to whether or not a player could pack the house. Brian Cashman isn't one of my favorite people either. He's actually been making some pretty bonehead moves these days..actually he hasn't made any in the past two years really. The Yankees might be glad they didn't sign Carlos Santana right now, but once he starts winning, they won't be too happy.

Now for the players. There are only two Yankees I can't stand. The first being Johnny Damon. He broke my heart. I don't like him for what he did. He's not even that good anymore. He's getting old, his arm is dying. The only thing he's still good at is running..and we have Julio
Lugo, Jacoby Ellsbury, and J.D. Drew to do that (yes, J.D. Drew has been known to steal a base or two).
The second Yankee I despise is Jason
Giambi. I think he's a pig--he even looks like one. He's slimy. I can't pick out a single attribute about him that I like. He grosses me out. He's not a nice guy in my book.

As a matter of fact, I actually like (yes, like) some of the Yankees. I think Derek
Jeter is one of the classiest guys in baseball. Melky Cabrera is a great player, and I hate seeing Joba come out of the bullpen (although that won't happen tonight. I'm not happy about his father, but I'm not sad that he won't be there). Mariano Rivera has a special place in my baseball heart because he blew the games in the 2004 ALCS. I couldn't thank him (or David Ortiz) enough.

Joe Torre has always been on my good side. I have a ton of respect for that man. He's dealt with more attitudes than he's had to (including
Steinbrenner's). I must say, it's strange seeing him in a Dodger's uniform--especially since the Dodger's are the Red Sox of the West. I will miss the ever-stoic face of Mister Torre. As for Joe Girardi..I don't trust him. There's something about him I don't like.

The thing that's killing me is that the Yankees are getting a new stadium. I know it's old news, but my heart drops a bit every time I hear that. Yankee Stadium has so much history..You walk in there and you can feel the history. You can feel the aura. It's an incredible place. I've taken a tour and went to a Red
Sox/Yankees game last summer. Fenway is the best park, and my home, but Yankee Stadium is a great ballpark as well. I don't see the reason for a new stadium. It threw me for a loop when I first heard it. If I was a Yankees veteran like Derek Jeter or Mariano Rivera, I would have tried to stop them from building a new field. It's not necessary. I don't know how much pull those guys had, but that's their home. New Yankee Stadium may be beautiful, but it's not the House that Ruth built. It won't feel the same. I'm not saying it should, but I think they're gonna miss it...I know I will.

You never thought a Sox fan would say such a thing. I don't like the Yankees. I really don't. I respect them, but I don't like them. But like Ben Affleck said, "I would rather
utter the words, “I worship you, Satan” than “My favorite baseball team is the New York Yankees."


Friday, April 4, 2008

It's Raining

It's raining right now. I'm not a huge fan of rain, or of any precipitation for that matter. I prefer sunshine. Rain puts me in a weird mood. Indifferent is probably the best way to describe it.

School's going by pretty quickly which is great. I can't wait for summer! And then Berklee!! I'm going to several concerts this summer--including BILLY JOEL and BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN! I can't tell you how excited I am! I've never seen Billy Joel. I saw Bruce this past November in Boston. He was awesome, but I know he'll be better in the summer. The concert's at Gillette Stadium, and Bruce is much more powerful in front of 60,000 people than he is in front of 16,000. If John Mayer comes around..man, it'll be the best summer ever. I'll also be taking a two-week trip to Europe in August. Like I said, it's going to be an amazing summer.

I have a band now. After three years of trying to get a solid band together, I think I finally have one. It's made up of myself and three good friends. I play guitar and sing, Matt plays guitar, sings, plays piano and drums, Josh plays bass, and Nate drums, plays guitar, and sings. I've got a good feeling about this. Three out of four of us are going to music school. I think that's pretty cool.

In other news, the Red Sox are 3-1 and we're playing the Blue Jays tonight. I don't think the Jays are any better than last year. They didn't make any big moves in the off-season. They always play tough against the Sox though...It'll be good.

Prom is just around the corner, or according to most people it is. It's a month away, give or take. I am going. I have a date and a dress and a hair appointment and an after-party to attend to. But I don't even know if I want to go. At the moment I don't really feel like it. It's a glorified, overly-expensive high school dance. Yes, I know in a little while I'll be excited for Prom, but as of right now I am not. I'd rather spend the night in dirty ol' jeans and hoodie with my hair up in a messy pony tail playing guitar. That's the difference between me and most people. Give me a guitar, and I'm happy. Give me a baseball game, I'm happy. It doesn't take much.

I know I'm not really weird, but I'm not exactly normal. It's hard for me to just like something. I have to go in all the way. There are some things I simply 'like,' but they are few and far between. I'm very passionate. Actually, I probably passed passionate a few miles ago. People that barely know me could tell you my two favorite things (excluding friends and family, of course), and they are music and the Red Sox (well, baseball in general). And for those of you that didn't know that, now you do.

That about does it, and I need to make a phone call.