As I sit here, slowly hacking away at a Dave Matthews Band play list (more importantly hacking away at an ad for the Austin market) my mind starts wandering. The title of the thought provoking play list: For The Haters.

I have enjoyed this dude’s music for SO long…SO many thoughts and SO many people intertwined within SO many lyrics and flute accents (you know what I’m talking about). Just thinking I should thought-drop some of my more positive and happy ones…

Random thoughts of people (cause I thought it would be fun…names are withheld to protect the innocent…or not so innocent):

Driving with you down that country road to the old supposed farm house massacre while The Last Stop plays…the lightening, the wind, the bridges, the bugs and that grey bird flying off.

Standing at the phones while we both agree that the flute part in 41 is simply genius.

Getting all choked up thinking about how Grey Street is about you.

The September concert.

All the times I said I wasn’t going to go to a Dave concert (this year, maybe I’ll go next).

Playing 41 for you, because really, it wasn’t for anyone else.

Dave’s last CD, Full Throttle and you will always be tied together.

Every time I think about how obsessive some fans are, I liked to joke by saying that I want to have his baby. The funny thing is, I still think of you when I say that.

Singing The Stone with you, quasi-karaoke style up in that practice room.

Every time I remember that Alanis Morisette sings in two songs on my fav Dave album, I remember you telling me about it.

Dancing with you, with Ozomatli, out on the Woodlands hill.

You singing Two Step with me, with all of your friends.

Getting that dude at that restaurant in Austin to play Ants Marching.

Playing Halloween with you on that stupid drum pad changed my life.

You dragged me out to my first Dave concert and while you left me out on the hill, Dave made me a fan with his cover of All Along The Watchtower.

All the trips, all the Dave virgins, all the Dave songs and Howie Day reminds me of you.

Thinking that it was SO funny that you found Dave attractive.

Learning to play I’ll Back You Up because you and my brother agreed that you both liked the song. I thought it was so funny that I was jealous.

When I hear the Lillywhite version of Bartender, I think about how I told you Bartender was what sex felt like (if it were made into a song).

So, when all of these things (plus so much more) are engraved into every song, I wonder if my love for Dave’s music is more objective or subjective. Do I like his music because of the genuine talent, music and lyrics or do I like his music because of all the wonderful times I’ve had?

No one can deny the talent of this band (including Tim and the amazing banjo solo in Spoon). Amazing.

The music? Think Two Step, 41, Rapunzel, The Stone, Pig, Stay or Leave.

The lyrics? Think Dodo, The Last Stop, Grey Street, So Much To Say, The Dreaming Tree.

Is Dave my guilty pleasure or is Dave enlightenment? When I think guilty pleasure, I think more of my love for Janet Jackson’s “Rhythm Nation.” So dammit, it has got to be enlightenment.

Anyways.

Suck it if you don’t like my list (because some can’t swallow Dave’s twang and touch o’ country and jazz). I promise, I am ok with it. =)

For The Haters (because you know not what you hate):

01 Satellite – Start ‘em off slowly.
02 Stay or Leave – Because it’s like candy that makes you sad.
03 Two Step – The only “country” song I love.
04 Lie In Our Graves – Because I like short walks on the beach.
05 The Stone – Because Dave really is scarier than Manson.
06 The Dreaming Tree – Proof that the DMB was not meant for drinking at frat parties.
07 Grey Street – 12 strings and great words go together.
08 The Last Stop – Because silence is poetry…and the outro is better than the aforementioned poetry.
09 Bartender – How could I ever think of sex during this song?
10 Drive In Drive Out – I just like it, ok?
11 41 – How could this song be named anything else? 1 in my book.
12 Pig – Dave posing as a inspirational cat (not a pig).
13 Hello Again – Because that friggin’ beat is the BOMB.

“What’s your problem now? It’ll all be dead and gone in a few short years…Don’t burn the day away.”

I went to vote today, and it was a good.

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Remember the good ol’ days when Pam and Jim weren’t together? Aside from all the other funny things that happen on The Office, its’ real drive was this particular relationship. Thick as theives they were (and are thus far) as they did Bonnie-and-Clydes on Michael and Dwight. A true team where their likes and dislikes (true selves) could easily be exchanged amidst a canvas of comradery, creativity and positivity. A belief in each other’s good points and no extended religion of superiority inside or outside of their friendship. It was good and we all (ok, at least I) wanted them to seal their relationship like a true Ziploc bag (with the purple oneness).

Since everyone was like me (because everyone thinks exactly the same way I do),  I once felt that Jim should stop being such a pussy and tell Pam how he feels.

U friggin’ dig her MAN! Man up & tell dat chick Wat up!

But, then, it hit me. Pam was in a relationship. Pam was engaged to be married (yea, I know 8 years or so…but…only a testament to her weakness).

My thoughts changed and I realized that Pam was the true wuss. It became obvious then…and proved now…that Pam didn’t really want to be with Roy. They gave us the fab-reality-show clues that Pam was WAITING and HOPING for Jim to come around. When Jim finally did, that’s when Pam let go of her engagement with Roy. Why did it seem that there was so much pressure on Jim to express his feelings? Why did they not highlight the true problem?

The problem: Pam was in a relationship she was not happy with but too scared to get out of. I felt sorry for her instead of being angry at her lack of assertion to do what was right (for herself). It was like a pity party and I wanted Jim to come along and save her. Funny how geeky and romantic (I think I just threw up in my mouth a little) some of us are (me). But in reality, Jim had no right to say anything in the first place. Besides, why should he? If she didn’t want to save herself, why should he want to save her? Other than the pressure of millions of adoring Office fans begging him to do so.

Jim-bag should have left her to herself…

(because really, it pisses me off when people require new shit to let go of the old shit)

I haven’t felt much like being self-righteous lately and going on endless (and hollow) rants. Lots of things floating around my head (good and bad)…and damn this Pearl Jam song fits so well with my mood right now (Low Light).

But what I’m trying to say is, what kind of person can I be if I can’t even act out on what I say I believe? Andrew Carnegie once said, “As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.” So…I’m practicing as much as possible…

Now that I’ve given an intro to what I want to say…perhaps I have shown a little “IMveryHO.” <- That’s a little funny.

I always find myself not being hard enough for my conservative brothers. I too often believe in second chances or excuse the way people act. I sit around and say, yes, I believe in the death penalty (but I would try to understand why they did what they did and would find myself not being able to put one in ‘em if I was the executioner). Yes, I believe that you should die if you kill yourself (but I would try to swerve). Yes, YOU should F’n starve if you don’t work hard enough to feed yourself (but, I would NEVER let someone die in front of me from starvation). So I feel like a hypocrite.

But here I stand and believe with almost everything that I am that if you work hard (and smart) that you should not be FORCED into taking care of your fellow man. No one person should ever force that upon any other one person. The successful and hard working should NEVER be penalized for being that which God put us on the Earth to do.

I understand that some people will never be able to help themselves…fine, but able bodied (and minded) people should never be stealing from those that actually created value in their lives (and interestingly enough, for others).

I find myself cheering on Obama because I shudder to think what kind of socialistic hell Clinton might bring to this wonderful nation. Then I read this column by Michael Tanner. It was talking about how Obama has been comparing himself to JFK.

It talks about how Obama has proposals to create the largest tax increase in U.S. history (1.3 trillion hike over 10 years). Whose pockets do you think that comes from? The rich (those who have worked hard and sacrificed to earn that money…or value).

He goes on to point out that in the National Journal, “Obama is actually the most liberal U.S. Senator, with a voting record actually to the left of Bernie Sanders, Vermont’s self proclaimed socialist.” WHAT???  Even if this was incorrect, how could this guy even be close to someone as left as a socialist, much less to the left of that guy!

I liked this paragraph in his column as well:

“But the surviving Kennedys are also symbols of the darker side of 1960s liberalism: The bloated, bureaucratic welfare state. Ted Kennedy’s liberalism gave us welfare as we knew it, and spent $11 trillion on federal programs fighting poverty without reducing it. It raised taxes until they discouraged work, investment and innovation. It created an ethic of entitlement and dependence on government.

AND THAT IS WHAT I’m talking about. Who would make YOU want to work harder than the next dude if you get paid the same as he does? Why do you think there were so many damn starving people in communist Russia? I read the other day that there are estimates that over a million people died from starvation in North Korea. Why would you work harder if you weren’t rewarded for it? How many of you are enjoying your extra tax refund? Why is it fair that the rich get taxed more than the poor? Why is it their responsibility to take care of us??

Example I heard today on the Dave Ramsey show: This dude writes an email asking how much he would save up if he saved his 61 cents (from buying sodas each day) and put them in a good mutual fund for 40 years. Around $211,000. Wow. $.61. Have you really paid attention to what you have spent your money on today? How far could $211,000 go in some poor country? Perhaps we should take your coke and FORCE YOU to send it to North Korea.

For any of you that like to say that the Right is uniformed can suck it. You can’t deny the underlying philo. How many times have you thought you deserve a raise?

Scene!

Listening to November Rain for the second time around.

“And when your fears subside and shadows still remain, I know that you can love me when there’s no one left to blame.”

How in the hell did these guys record such a friggin’ amazing song? Lyrics, melody, solos (not to mention one hell of a video)…all from GNR. Wow.

Had to share because YOU KNOW how awesome that song is. But check this out…I’m listening to a playlist I have on my computer…

One Headlight - The Wallflowers
Light My Fire - The Doors
Black - Pearl Jam
Epiphany - Staind
Take It or Leave It - The Strokes
Bells Ring - Mazzy Star
The Wrong Band - Tori Amos
Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
Around My Smile - Hope Sandoval
November Rain - Guns N’ Roses
Two Step - Dave Matthews Band
Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles
Little James - Oasis
Roseblood - Mazzy Star
Hyperballad - Bjork
The Trapeze Swinger - Iron and Wine
The Scientist - Coldplay
Subdivisions - Rush
Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
Don’t Dwell -311
Landslide - Smashing Pumpkins
Samba Pa Ti - Santana
Pictures of You - The Cure
Cathedrals - Jump, Little Children
Your Hand In Mine - Explosions in The Sky
Ants Marching - Dave Matthews Band
Lovers In A Dangerous Time - Barenaked Ladies
Doll Skin - The Toadies
In My Life - The Beatles
Welcome Home (Sanitarium) - Metallica
Ultraviolet (Light My Way) - U2
Evenflow - Pearl Jam
Stargazer - Mother Love Bone
The Outsider - A Perfect Circle
The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana
Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix

Aside from the order (it’s on random anyways) this playlist is badass. I dare you tell me it isn’t. Yes, yes, yes, Y, E, S, YES!