Music is an Art

I just realized I haven't written a blog in like a week and a half...that's a long time for me, lol.

I was thinking, literally five seconds ago, about subjects for songs. For much of my songwriting career so far, I constantly wrote about the same emotions, the same people, the same places. Well quite a lot, anyways. And I know why--for that period of time, music was one of the only things I could use to let out my emotions...but they didn't seem to change very much o_O Well I get that too...I always felt kinda insignificant, rejected, misunderstood, the whole deal. So it makes sense that I would write a lot of the same things...

But anyhow. Obviously, a lot of those songs aren't the kind I would want to actually share with the world. Not to mention my style has greatly changed since I started, so that now I look back on oldies and don't like how they sound. Or I never even put them to music so I'm just over them, haha.

Now that I'm in this new stage, I really wanna branch out and write about new things. I wanna stay true to myself and write things that relate to me somehow, or someone I know, but I also wanna totally and completely move away from those stock lyrics I repeated over and over again, with different phrasing. I've already experimented a little. I like what I'm getting.

And I realize that writing a song is an art. An incredibly beautiful portrait can't be painted in 10 minutes. You have to find the right holding on the brush, try out different strokes, search for the right colors, and figure out how to arrange them to precisely fit the image in your mind. Sometimes you can't even imagine the final project.

So, I can't rush. And I don't need to rush. Slow and steady is the way to go. Don't be discouraged, just do it if you love it.

Downtown

I wanna be famous.

I know it's a cliche thing to want. Probably a selfish one. But I want it.

Earlier, my friend & I went filming for my music video downtown. I took out my guitar on the sidewalk in front of Hard Rock Cafe and sang along to a CD player. The lyrics of my sang rang out. Passerbys waiting at a nearby crosswalk looked my way curiously. A lot of people looked at me. But it didn't phase me--I kept playing, kept singing, kept looking at the camera, acting annoyed and whatnot, like I was supposed to. It was an entirely new experience. I've sang in front of a crowd before, but it was different than today. It's different when you have to stay in your own zone, you have to ignore everyone. But it's so, so awesome to know that they're there.

I felt famous too, walking down the street with a guitar on my back, a pretty dress on, boots, and sunglasses. People stared but I didn't care. I liked it.

Someday, I want those people to see me walking on the streets Downtown and stop to stare because they recognize me. Not just another person in the crowd.

Glimpses of Stardust

On Broadway, the lights go off. Thousands of bright, golden beams originating from tall lampposts flicker and die. It's nighttime. The edge of the day, where one section of earth breaks and cracks and splits apart but remains partially attached to the next. It's a never-ending cycle. But each crack separates a hundred decisions, memories, pieces of daylight and moonlight.

It's nighttime. At the top of a large mound of earth, I sit on the cool, hard, rocky surface, arms wrapped around my knees, head tilted toward the sky. Above me, moon and starlight hover.

I close my eyes and breath out. Faint, cool wind flows around me like waves. I open them again and carefully lean back, stretching my arms out. I lie on my back on the surface of my fantasy and stare at the dark night above me. I see stardust.

Smiling, I remember the only thing that could make this night better. Someone like him lying next to me.

A thousand bright, golden lights flicker above me in the sky while I wait.

Castles in the Sky

!!! I'm kind of annoyed with myself. I just can't believe it now...looking back...I wish I could take all that time back. To think that God had someone like this boy--not necessarily him, but someone--there waiting for me all along. He wanted me to let go so bad. But I just didn't get it...I couldn't get it through my head...

Not to say it was all worthless. Nothing's ever truly worthless. I learned a lot. I wrote songs. The majority I realize are very stupid now though, haha. But I did learn. I suppose God still found a way to make it worthwhile and fit with His plan, even if he didn't really want me there in the first place.

And I know that I should not and cannot regret anything. That would only waste more time.

Everything is better now, thank goodness. I am so amazed by how fantastic my life is at the moment. I have so, so many things to look forward to. And this boy...he amazes me too. I don't know if that will go anywhere. But I spent a long time today just hanging out with him, and it was fun. Just even hearing him say my name makes me smile and feel so happy inside, haha. But all I really want right now is to be myself and never be afraid of being myself ever again. Right now, everything is perfect. I have no complaints, really. Cause AP exams and school don't truly matter. None of it matters.

God is perfect. And I am so thankful He finally helped me step back and let go. I don't think I've ever been happier. I feel like I'm floating on clouds or living in some castle in the sky. It's surreal. Beautiful.

Don't Worry

I just realized what it is. I woke up. And when I woke up, something totally switched inside of me, and now I just don't worry anymore. Ok no, I worry about chem and a million other things like that...but I don't worry about being myself. Who cares if I laugh too much? There's no such thing. And a million other things. I just don't care anymore.

And that's why life suddenly seems so good. :)

Of course, it will be so much better after Tuesday. My death day... Maybe. I hope not. I won't worry.

And I am so so so so so x 50 excited for next Thursday, btw. Like seriously :D

And I am so ready to actually talk to him.

Stephanie

Operation

My past is affecting me more than I thought, making me more afraid than I should be. Or will it save me?

All I can say is...

Commence operation.

stephanie