If I'm just going to sit in my room alone on a nice Saturday night I might as well make use of my brain and put what I'm thinking into some delicious food for thought.
Here is a little introduction. My name is Brandon Hamilton. I live in Winnipeg Manitoba. I like cats. I've been told I'm an easy going guy which is hard to believe I'm a bit of a sociopath and am a bit of a misanthropist based on personal experience. But hey we all change with time.
Writing is one of the rare forms of catharsis I use. I don't know why I do it more often as I've been told I have a bit of a gift. Grammar aside, the main idea you are trying to get across is what matters. It is like putting rules in music. Sure, there are postulates you must follow, but getting over those and it's a world of untapped goodness.
Music, on the other hand is a completely different experience in my life. I would like to call myself an accomplished guitarist but what does that mean? I can do a little flashy wanking but it means nothing when getting into bands and the like. Working with people is difficult. Finding a core group of people to play music with is probably one of the most difficult things I've ever encountered in my life. Super super super difficult. I've been told it's like riding a bike, fucking difficult but it happens when it happens. Maybe one day I will find THAT group of people who will open our mouths and sing the song that destroys the world.
Life is becoming a drag. My mind is just staying in one place with no one to push me forward. I have ideas and ideas and ideas of songs/life goals/reasons to get out of the house floating around my head but it seems the stool to get my vertically impaired body to reach them isn't tall enough. I need to visit wal-mart one day and buy a bigger stool.
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