This artist, Jacob Bullard, is one of the most talented artists I have found. I have fallen in love with his sound. I suggest you check his music out before you read the rest of this post: http://jacobbullard.bandcamp.com/
I found him playing on a street corner playing guitar with one other man playing the snare drum and tamborine. I could barely hear what he was playing because of all of the people. I came up to him, giving him 2 $, and he gave me his CD even though it was supposed to be 3. I played it in the car, savoring every strum and melody given. I then went home to check on who he was, expecting him to be a big indie star in Michigan. I was shocked when all that came up was a bandcamp page. I listened to his demos and his late july CD. I will be shocked if you do not find him as amazing as I do.

Jacob Bullard

"You are in the land of lowered
mountains; the air is thick, gold
grass, sweet between your teeth.
A piece of seedless orage, still
sweatinf, sits under tall tree
shade below a seagull's gaze,
half peeled, while waves you ride
in feel like cold ribbon, and good
lives in steady layers of light sift-
ing through sun silt hanging,
swinging in coastal water beds.
so let the days weave to seamless
poems that drift, they sing
around your house. You wake up
early, keep the sheets left folded
like the gathered clouds at noon,
where locusts sing their summer
sonnets, violet fields here sway
like linen rags all around your
head. You've reach the place
your legs can wander, not get
lost, but only lead you close to
the heart of God. Love has given
you keepsakes made of wood,
whittled carefully. You hang
them with your neckline."

Burn Notice

Dear Me, Myself, and I,
I have been on a action TV show binge and recently I have come to like a series called Burn Notice. A man named Michael Westin, a well known and well trained spy, has recently been burned. Being burned in spy terms essentially means to be accused of some crime the government can't or chooses not to cover for you. But sometimes, the crime is a set up to get that spy from finding something that the government or someone that is paying government officials to find. Being burned takes you out of the game completely. You have no money, no job history, and you're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in. Determined to become a spy again, Michael Westin goes on this search to find who burned him, taking jobs that come up on the way. With him are his two partners: Fiona, "a trigger-happy ex-girlfriend" who has a knack for explosives, and Sam, a heavy drinker who used to inform on Michael to the FBI. He has no father, but Michael has a sassy, independent mother who offers help whenever Michael desperately needs it. Also, he has a brother with a severe gambling problem who always seems to bring his trouble to Michael.
I consider this to be one of the best PG-13 shows on TV right now. With a great script and perfectly fitted actors, this series is by far my favorite TV show. I'm not being indorsed by them to gush, no, I intended this post to be about my troubles with my shitty laptop DVD player. I have a old, black Mac, battered by my sister's use for 4-5 years, but it is a laptop, none the less. My mother came home right as I was starting a new episode, and I was throwing an internal hissy fit about not being able to watch it. I decided to use the remaining battery power on my laptop to watch and finish 2 more episodes and then go to sleep. When trying to play the DVD, I shoved it in the player, after attempts and lightly sliding it in. The DVD player malfunctioned and malfunctioned and I ended up restarting the computer and trying to eject the DVD immediately. I had an ingenious idea. I told a pair of tweezers and as I held down the eject button, I pulled the DVD out of the player and on to my bed.
I am now contemplating whether or not to put the DVD back in and try *one* more time......
hmmm......what to do, what to do.....

Waves

as the waves rush over me,
i watch through the glassy water
as im slowly being pulled
father and father away
from shore.

hoping someone saw,
saw how i was slipping away.

no one did.

but as I took my final breath,
you arms reached into the water,
picked me up,
and cradled me close to you.


and I wondered what would have happened if you never noticed.

but you did.
you were the only one
who noticed.

no one saw.
but you.

Back Again!

Dear Viewers,

I'm coming out from under my rock and finally typing on the computer. I just got back from Interlochen, a music school and camp. I went there for voice, but I was underwhelmed. I made a friend there named Julia and she lives in Southern California, while I live up north. She's a singer just like me and we had almost all of the same classes together. Each class is 50 minutes and there is a 10 minute break between each class so people can change classes easily across campus. She started with environmental sciences outside when I started with creative writing in the writing house. Then, we both had Intermediate Vocal Arts Ensemble where all of the voice major kids would learn and sing our music. Then, we had Intermediate Choir where the vocal major kids and the vocal minor kids learned and sang through our songs. Then, me and Julia ate lunch together sometimes alone, sometimes with her friends from her cabin. Then, we'd have to go to our own cabin's for an hour of rest and we had to do something quiet for an hour. Next, I'd walk to cabin 9 where Julia was and we'd listen to my iPod on our way to the Dow Science/Rotunda building for our next three classes, Singer Skills, Theory, and Operetta Workshop. In singer skills, we'd learn about solfage ( I already know) and in Theory, I would go into a different room with the 5 other kids that knew theory. Then, the girl from Dubai and I would work on the hardest theory of everyone. After the ten minute break, we all would work on our operetta songs in our groups. My group was one cool girl and one mousy guy. We worked on a song called, "Danza, Danza, Fancuila Gentile" and we did a 30 second scene about me and the girl dancing and rejecting him, but in the song, we accept him back and we're all friends. Then, me and Julia would walk to our cabin's together and we'd talk and gossip. We'd then eat seperately with our cabins and hang out with our cabins the rest of the day. That's a regular day at Interlochen. :) Add out.

FINALLY a new post!!

Dear Readers,

I know that there are probably none of you, but I will be trying to post on my blog as much as possible about music, food, tv, videos, and any miscellaneous information that interests me. I love blogging, but I've been so busy, I haven't had time!! I'm getting a new post together right now. Hint: It's about a famous new rapper!! HE is my obsession right now and I was DIEING to right something about it! But unfortunately, I'm leaving for a camp on Friday and I won't be back for 3 weeks!! :( :(! I will have to pump out a few posts then. I'll talk to you guys later!

I'm going to the Symphony!

I'm going to the symphony!! I luv music like that! I'm going with this girl from my school and my mom. They have like airport food but I know about this really good deli stop that is incredible. They make everything there. They have their own chips, sandwiches, the whole shabang. I can't believe I just used the word *shabang*. Ah, I slowly slip into obscrerity.......yay for me.....