10/22/08
I remember the other day I was having a conversation with friend when all of a sudden it popped into my head: It would suck to be a slug. Think about it! In order to get anywhere you'd have to snot all over your own stomach! On top of that it would take hours to get places! It's like a constant cold. Plus, do snails have plans to get anywhere or are they just flying by the seat of their pants? Born improvisers.
Also, you know how they say the Earth is a sphere? How do you know for sure? Have you ever been in space to look back and say, "ah, yes. The Earth is a sphere!" Scientists can make tests and know for themselves, but the rest of us? I haven't been around the world. And if I flew around the world, how do I know that it's not a big hoax. When I step into the plane and they lock the doors- what goes on outside? Maybe the windows are monitors and the plane is on hydrolics to give the illusion of flying while they change the scenery outside. Like those electronic rides at Universal Studios! Of course, this is a very ego-centric point of view which is not healthy for anybody.
On another subject, have presidential candidates always been talking heads that constantly repeat themselves? Maybe I'm just actually paying attention this time. Does "Joe the Plummer" feel the same way? It's bad enough as it is in school when the teacher talks about you in front of the whole class. I can't imagine in front of the whole United States! Ha. That sucks.
Blog of the adventures and misadventures of songwriter, Luis Narino, and his astounding band, Noble Creatures, on their journey to make a living through music. Will they make it? I don't know, I guess you'll find out as soon as I do.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
TACO TUESDAY FRIGHT NIGHT
08/20/08
Alright so tonight was a funny night. My friends and I hit up a Taco Tuesday Night over at a neighborhood restaurant every week to kick off some good-old fashioned bar hopping. Things were going well until our group, one by one, started leaving. It seemed like a little bit of luck left with each person. At the point there was only 3 of us left the first one of us dropped a glass of beer. Of course glass shattered all over and beer spilled ontop of the second one of us. Her pant leg was soaked. She then proceeded to break her sandal. A lace just snapped which left her walking awkwardly for the rest of the night. After that we started getting nervous as we discussed how these things usually happen in 3s. To this I proudly declared, "I'm not going to move, touch, or say ANYTHING until we're outta here!" And so I did. I felt as though I had cheated fate when we started marching out of the bar, until halfway between my seat and the door. A girl who decided to wear spear-heading, high-heeled shoes that night was pushed into me as she backstepped right into the middle of my 3rd and pinky toe. You know when something hurts so bad a scream doesn't come out, just a contorted expression is left on your face? Yeah, that was me. Needless to say, I scuttled out of there in a hurry to the security of my home before the moon had a chance of falling on my head.
Alright so tonight was a funny night. My friends and I hit up a Taco Tuesday Night over at a neighborhood restaurant every week to kick off some good-old fashioned bar hopping. Things were going well until our group, one by one, started leaving. It seemed like a little bit of luck left with each person. At the point there was only 3 of us left the first one of us dropped a glass of beer. Of course glass shattered all over and beer spilled ontop of the second one of us. Her pant leg was soaked. She then proceeded to break her sandal. A lace just snapped which left her walking awkwardly for the rest of the night. After that we started getting nervous as we discussed how these things usually happen in 3s. To this I proudly declared, "I'm not going to move, touch, or say ANYTHING until we're outta here!" And so I did. I felt as though I had cheated fate when we started marching out of the bar, until halfway between my seat and the door. A girl who decided to wear spear-heading, high-heeled shoes that night was pushed into me as she backstepped right into the middle of my 3rd and pinky toe. You know when something hurts so bad a scream doesn't come out, just a contorted expression is left on your face? Yeah, that was me. Needless to say, I scuttled out of there in a hurry to the security of my home before the moon had a chance of falling on my head.
Friday, August 15, 2008
HARD-EARNED FATE
08/15/08.
"Life is what you make of it." Imagine if one were to pursue an array of things they wanted only to fail at achieving a vast majority of them. They try different approaches, but still recieve the same result. What would one make of that quote? Is it saying that you literally can create your own life, or is it insinuating more that life is going to happen, but it's up to you how you react and look at it? If life is going to happen regardless if we want it to or not, I wouldn't imagine sitting and doing nothing would bare much fruit. At this point in my life, I would say that one could only direct ones life so far. Put it out there, you got to let it go, let it do what it does, but be aware of what happens. Every action has a reaction. The trick is the displacement of the results delegated to certain times. Then we got the chance to fill that space between with patience or impatience. With all this crap being said, I will say that it is a lot of fun seeing what happens when you throw something into the mix. It's as if the world is just a massive testing ground. An experimental lab. Where curious creatures such as myself get a kick out of participating in this intricate mayhem that is at our fingertips. Why? cause no matter the result, our humors and senses kick in, and it's a wonder to feel anything at all, isn't it?
"Life is what you make of it." Imagine if one were to pursue an array of things they wanted only to fail at achieving a vast majority of them. They try different approaches, but still recieve the same result. What would one make of that quote? Is it saying that you literally can create your own life, or is it insinuating more that life is going to happen, but it's up to you how you react and look at it? If life is going to happen regardless if we want it to or not, I wouldn't imagine sitting and doing nothing would bare much fruit. At this point in my life, I would say that one could only direct ones life so far. Put it out there, you got to let it go, let it do what it does, but be aware of what happens. Every action has a reaction. The trick is the displacement of the results delegated to certain times. Then we got the chance to fill that space between with patience or impatience. With all this crap being said, I will say that it is a lot of fun seeing what happens when you throw something into the mix. It's as if the world is just a massive testing ground. An experimental lab. Where curious creatures such as myself get a kick out of participating in this intricate mayhem that is at our fingertips. Why? cause no matter the result, our humors and senses kick in, and it's a wonder to feel anything at all, isn't it?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
COINCIDENCES
07/06/08.
Funny things coincidences are. Like Deja-vu, these moments seem to catch us off guard as if the very gears a gadgets that make life go have accidently revealed themselves to us in a blushing instant. Maybe it's because our brains are so intent and focused on a certain issue in our lives that we subconsciously bring anything relating to it to the foreground of our consciousness. Maybe our lives are predestined and it's a glitch in the system. Maybe, as a lady said to me once at Ben & Jerry's it's "god winking at you letting you know you're on the right track." It's when you break up with your significant other and all you hear are sad break up songs on the radio. It's when you've been putting off buying a soccer ball since you joined the league, only to win one at a raffle at an event you didn't even expect to go to. It's traveling halfway across the country stopping at a random Starbucks in Florida in a hurry because your about to piss your pants, only to realize that the bathroom is busy so you turn around annoyed and displeased and a good friend from college is sitting at the table in front of you having a cup of Joe miles and miles from where you think he should be. The world is full of mystery. I don't pretend to understand it. Don't think I was intended to. And I'm Completely fine with that. As long as it keeps me in wonder.
Funny things coincidences are. Like Deja-vu, these moments seem to catch us off guard as if the very gears a gadgets that make life go have accidently revealed themselves to us in a blushing instant. Maybe it's because our brains are so intent and focused on a certain issue in our lives that we subconsciously bring anything relating to it to the foreground of our consciousness. Maybe our lives are predestined and it's a glitch in the system. Maybe, as a lady said to me once at Ben & Jerry's it's "god winking at you letting you know you're on the right track." It's when you break up with your significant other and all you hear are sad break up songs on the radio. It's when you've been putting off buying a soccer ball since you joined the league, only to win one at a raffle at an event you didn't even expect to go to. It's traveling halfway across the country stopping at a random Starbucks in Florida in a hurry because your about to piss your pants, only to realize that the bathroom is busy so you turn around annoyed and displeased and a good friend from college is sitting at the table in front of you having a cup of Joe miles and miles from where you think he should be. The world is full of mystery. I don't pretend to understand it. Don't think I was intended to. And I'm Completely fine with that. As long as it keeps me in wonder.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
JOURNALS
07/02/08.
So, let me be the first to welcome you to my journal entries. Alright, so I don't know exactly what to expect from this, because usually stuff I write in journals is pretty heavy. My journal usually doesn't see the light of day unless my emotions are in shambles. Funny how that goes. From what people have told me, that's not uncommon. I would say about 80% of the songs I have written are the same way. I think it should be good practice to write about things I enjoy rather than another segment of "woe is me." Anyhow... onward!
So, let me be the first to welcome you to my journal entries. Alright, so I don't know exactly what to expect from this, because usually stuff I write in journals is pretty heavy. My journal usually doesn't see the light of day unless my emotions are in shambles. Funny how that goes. From what people have told me, that's not uncommon. I would say about 80% of the songs I have written are the same way. I think it should be good practice to write about things I enjoy rather than another segment of "woe is me." Anyhow... onward!
I'm pumped to get this website started. Got some great and stupid ideas for it. Regardless, it'll be entertaining to see how it all unfolds! I plan on having cheezy commercials, music videos, and polls for you guys to please yourselves with! Also, starting a forum (once I
figure out how to work the application). New to this whole forum thing, so I'm hoping it all kinda snowballs once it's up and running. Just like those sponge dinosaurs I use to buy as a kid. Stick them in water and just watch them go! Loved those things! Once they were done growing though I never knew quite what to do with them. Did anyone?
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