Listening to song lyrics sometimes kills me inside. I'll never compare to the pure beauty I hear. And I don't just mean the songs you hear on the radio... My best friend is such a gifted song writer... (www.yankmusic.com) He seems to find talent within my work, but I can't relate to that whatsoever. It's a slap in the face almost when I hear something that makes me go, "THAT'S what I wanted to say!" but it's also a relief partly. For me, music is the only cure-all, the only true relaxation and ultimate relief. Just the way certain artists (Good Charlotte, Mest, YaNK, Ataris, SR-71, Off By One, Linkin Park, The Used, Avril Lavigne, Finch, and more) can relay emotions in ways and words I never dreamed. It is such a breath-taking process and experience for me. I want to follow in each and every one of their footsteps yet have enough of a span to maybe make some prints of my own. Could I do that? Could the beauty I seek be expressed in words following forth from very self? I just can't help but doubt it.
More Blogs by Maria A Fiorille • Overdue for an update - Thursday, January 25, 2007 • Publishing / Agent - Thursday, January 25, 2007 • new inspirations - Saturday, June 19, 2004 • hmm? - Monday, November 3, 2003 • drum-roll please.... - Friday, August 15, 2003 • Cannot come close... - Wednesday, August 6, 2003 • Youngin's - Wednesday, July 2, 2003 • Hmm... - Tuesday, July 1, 2003
