What Ever Happened To My Lunchbox?
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
End of Chapters 1-29
To be continued...
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Thursday, 13 August 2009
My Ideal Show of Unheard Songs
Busted Stuff
Baby Blue
Dive In
Everybody Wake Up (Our Finest Hour Arrives)
#34
Blue Water
#36
Love of My Life (w/ Carlos Santana)
Mother Father (w/ Carlos Santana)
Sleep To Dream Her
Beach Ball
Little Red Bird
Dream So Real
Write A Song
Kill The King
Trouble With You
Heathcliff's Haifu Warriors
Let You Down
Time Bomb
Exodus
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Little Thing
I'll Back You Up
The Last Stop
Friday, 26 June 2009
I'm starting with the man in the mirror; I'm asking him to change his ways
one memory of my brother.
he used to play the thriller album.
and the title song would scare the shit out of me.
and then i saw the video....
...nightmares for years.....
today Michael Jackson joines my brother in heaven.....
....and I hope he's scaring the shit out of him.
RIP Michael Jackson
1958 to 2009
Saturday, 30 May 2009
drunken poems
there's no guessing, only knowing,
how a blessing nurtures growing,
or that stressing is depressing, and oppressing mental flowing.
~j.m.l 5.30.09
Thursday, 30 April 2009
our hearts impressed
it was six years ago today
in peace we let your body rest.
forever down to sleep you lay,
your soul upon our hearts impressed.
~j.m.l., 4.30.09
Saturday, 25 April 2009
six years gone
six years gone
without the crying
from the bad
we'd know no laughter
from the good,
and though your dying
makes us sad,
the peace will,
once we've after
understood,
come with trying,
through the mad,
to accept and know
we did all that we could.
~ J.M.L., 4.25.09
Thursday, 06 November 2008
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for the mother station
Winters cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Satellite, headlines read
Someones secrets youve seen
Eyes and ears have been
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Whos the king of your satellite castle?
Winters cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no resrictions
Television we bounce round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling,
I laugh about the weathermans satellite eyes.
Sunday, 14 September 2008
Songs I Haven't Heard:
I'll Back You Up
Let You Down
The Last Stop
Dreams Of Our Fathers
Sleep To Dream Her
Mother Father
Busted Stuff
Everybody Wake Up
Songs I've Heard Once:
Recently
Minarets
Christmas Song
Proudest Monkey
Halloween
Spoon
JTR
Kit Kat Jam
Out Of My Hands
#40
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
The DMB Crew
Wednesday, August 20
12:27 AM PDT
LOS ANGELES (AP) -- LeRoi Moore, the versatile saxophonist whose signature staccato fused jazz and funk overtones onto the eclectic sound of the Dave Matthews Band, died Tuesday of complications from injuries he suffered in an all-terrain vehicle accident, the band said. He was 46.
Moore died at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center, where he was admitted with complications that arose weeks after the June 30 wreck, according to a statement on the band's Web site. It did not specify what led to his death, and nursing supervisor Galina Shinder said the hospital could not release details.
On June 30, Moore crashed his ATV on his farm outside Charlottesville, Va., but was discharged and returned to his Los Angeles home to begin physical therapy. Complications forced him back to the hospital on July 17, the band said.
The band went on with its show Tuesday night at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, where lead singer Dave Matthews acknowledged Moore's death to the crowd after the first song.
"It's always easier to leave than be left," Matthews told the crowd, according to Ambrosia Healy, the band's publicist. "We appreciate you all being here."
Saxophonist Jeff Coffin, who played with Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, had been sitting in for Moore during the band's summer tour.
Moore, who wore dark sunglasses at the bands' many live concerts, had classical training but said jazz was his main musical influence, according to a biography on the band's Web site.
"But at this stage I don't really consider myself a jazz musician," Moore said in the biography. Playing with the Dave Matthews Band was "almost better than a jazz gig," he said. "I have plenty of space to improvise, to try new ideas."
Lead singer Dave Matthews credited Moore with arranging many of his songs, which combine Cajun fiddle-playing, African-influenced rhythms and Matthews' playful but haunting voice.
The band formed in 1991 in Charlottesville, Va., when Matthews was working as a bartender. He gave a demo tape of his songs to Moore, who liked what he heard and recruited his friend and fellow jazzman Carter Beauford to play drums, and other musicians.
The group broke out of the local music scene with the album "Under the Table and Dreaming." The band won a Grammy Award in 1997 for its hit song "So Much to Say" off its second album "Crash." Other hits include "What Would You Say," "Crash Into Me" and "Satellite."
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
"We are deeply saddened that LeRoi Moore, saxophonist and founding member of Dave Matthews Band, died unexpectedly Tuesday afternoon, August 19, 2008, at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center in Los Angeles from sudden complications stemming from his June ATV accident on his farm near Charlottesville, Virginia. LeRoi had recently returned to his Los Angeles home to begin an intensive physical rehabilitation program."
I feel as if there has been a death in the family.
It's funny to have such a strong connection to something like a band, but when they give you hope through their music, it's comforting, and easy to take them in as such an integral part of your life. I will miss your talent, your cool stage presence, and the joy you gave to others.
Rest in peace Leroi.
May you play with the angels now.
(They usually use trumpets, but I'm sure they'll make an exception)
"Isn't it strange
How we move our lives for another day
Like skipping a beat
What if a great wave should wash us all away
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone
Time is short but that's all right
Maybe I'll go in the middle of the night
Take your hands from your eyes, my love
Everything must end some time
Don't burn the day away."
'
Friday, 25 April 2008
memories of you today revived
with tears and smiles
in years gone five.
in our hearts you will survive
with laughs and love.
we'll live our lives
remembering days
and ways you thrived.
you made the best while still alive.
~ J.m.L. 4.25.08
today you're gone five years.
so much has changed since you left us.
you left behind a lot of people who love and miss you.
but i hope you're having a good party.
Friday, 21 March 2008
Your greatest strength derives from building your life on the solid ground of practicality. But emotional issues can now rattle the same mountain that you are cautiously climbing. Don't avoid your feelings, for they will successfully lead you to safer ground. Encouraging the turmoil to rise to the surface and come out into the open can minimize the potential damage.
Saturday, 16 February 2008
i'm so drunk,
so stale and dry
there's nothing left to let me cry.
of my friendship undeserving.
the human race is too self-serving.
with one hand
you'll hold my head
but when i turn you stab instead.
sex will always set the pace
and love will fail to show or place.
look for hope in no one's face
cause people are a selfish race.
a bitter heart writes angry prose
but that is all it ever knows.
j.m.l
2.16.08
Thursday, 10 January 2008
Happy Belated Birthday To Dave Matthews!
In honor of him turning 41 on January 9th, I give you:
#41
Come and see
I swear by now Im playing time
I against my troubles
Im coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while im
In the front
The play on time is won
But the difficulty is coming here
I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I wont tell you to stay
But Im coming to much more
Me
All at once the ghosts come back
Reeling in you now
What if they came down crushing
Remember when I used to play for
All of the loneliness that nobody
Notice now
Im begging slow Im coming here
Only waiting I wanted to stay
I wanted to play
I wanted to love you
Im only this far
And only tomorrow leads my way
Im coming waltzing back and moving into your head
Please, I wouldnt pass this by
I would take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why wont you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
Why wont you run
In the rain and play
Let the tears splash all over you
Saturday, 17 November 2007
when i was young, i used to go to sunday school.
and we'd read the bible.
and then during the week, i'd go to regular school.
and we'd read our textbooks.
the bible said earth was created in seven days.
but then the textbook said it took millions of years.
dinosaurs and man were created a day apart, biblically,
but fossils show otherwise.
the preachers said a "day" in the bible was actually millions of years long.
although nowhere in the bible did it say that.
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1674069,00.html
Rowling: Potter's Dumbledore Gay
Saturday, Oct. 20, 2007 By AP/HILLEL ITALIE Article
(New York) — Harry Potter fans, the rumors are true: Albus Dumbledore, master wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, is gay. J.K. Rowling, author of the mega-selling fantasy series that ended last summer, outed the beloved character Friday night while appearing before a full house at Carnegie Hall.
After reading briefly from the final book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows," she took questions from audience members.
She was asked by one young fan whether Dumbledore finds "true love."
"Dumbledore is gay," the author responded to gasps and applause.
She then explained that Dumbledore was smitten with rival Gellert Grindelwald, whom he defeated long ago in a battle between good and bad wizards. "Falling in love can blind us to an extent," Rowling said of Dumbledore's feelings, adding that Dumbledore was "horribly, terribly let down."
Dumbledore's love, she observed, was his "great tragedy."
"Oh, my god," Rowling concluded with a laugh, "the fan fiction."
Potter readers on fan sites and elsewhere on the Internet have speculated on the sexuality of Dumbledore, noting that he has no close relationship with women and a mysterious, troubled past. And explicit scenes with Dumbledore already have appeared in fan fiction.
Rowling told the audience that while working on the planned sixth Potter film, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," she spotted a reference in the script to a girl who once was of interest to Dumbledore. A note was duly passed to director David Yates, revealing the truth about her character.
Rowling, finishing a brief "Open Book Tour" of the United States, her first tour here since 2000, also said that she regarded her Potter books as a "prolonged argument for tolerance" and urged her fans to "question authority."
Not everyone likes her work, Rowling said, likely referring to Christian groups that have alleged the books promote witchcraft. Her news about Dumbledore, she said, will give them one more reason.
Saturday, 06 October 2007
"Never stop yearning.
Life's about learning.
Live with love
and rise above
when the pain inside is burning.
Remember the past,
build friendships that last.
Fight for your dreams,
dance, play, and scream,
and be proud of all you've surpassed.
Be honest and kind.
Keep others in mind.
Laugh and cry
so when you die
you'll smile at all you've left behind."
~ J.m.L., 10.6.07
Friday, 01 June 2007
You taught me everything, and showed me how to be a man.
You were strict and made me practice the music until I could play it right.
You made me strong when I felt weak, and showed me there's good in the world, even when life was bad.
You were everything i wanted to be, and showed me i could be whatever i wanted.
We know you're with the lord, where you want to be, but we will miss you.
Thank you for all you've given me.
Saturday, 05 May 2007
i don't think you come here.
you made me feel like i could let someone in.
you made me feel,
you made me like
you.
i really like you.
you like me too.
i saw it.
you said you can't.
i know where you are.
i've
been
there.
but you still let me like you.
and that's not fair.
Friday, 04 May 2007
i wish i had a hoagie.
what i miss about the east coast........the food.
the real italian meals, and the fresh hoagie rolls.
it's not that hard to make a good sandwich.
and no, Subway does not make a good sandwich.
Wawa makes a good sandwich.
i miss my wawa.
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
dividing line
a notch in time,
a seperation,
marked by loss and desparation,
breaks in half
our lives, in measure,
ticks of pain and tocks of pleasure.
times before,
and now times after,
stained by tears,
and cleansed by laughter.
~ J.m.L., 4.25.07
The thought of you will bring more tears,
but you leave memories in your place.
Today, my brother, you're gone 4 years,
and I miss you're stupid face.
Wednesday, 21 February 2007
pathetic fable of fluid exchange
i'm flying around in egypt land
no course you can't like that
you gotta boil it til the glue gets soft
i don't wanna make insulation
i will see you in december
......
tomorrow....
this is totally not a big deal
that's blood my friend
oh wait! i did it!
.....were buried as witches and defecated upon....
for many were killed...
using galactic technology....
....given names like "train"....
..because they were so stupid...
christmas still sucked...in a big way...
how could he?
he was born before science existed....
...long before they unionized....
i left cookies and a glass of milk for a machine?!?
...with their crinkled hands...
and there was much defication....
and that is where babies come from....for machines.
pathetic fable of fluid exchange
IT IS A GRAVEYARD!
something too about babies.
ok we'll do that.
i'm not gonna get humped by a giant red gorilla in space
we shall go to mexico tomorrow
....forever...
ok......so.....thank you.......
you make our house bleed RIGHT NOW!
Wednesday, 14 February 2007
Show me that smile again. (Show me that smile)
Don’t waste another minute on your cryin’.
We're nowhere near the end (nowhere near)
The best is ready to begin.
Oooohhh. As long as we got each other
We got the world spinnin right in our hands.
Baby you and me, we gotta be
The luckiest dreamers who never quit dreamin’.
As long as we keep on givin’
we can take anything that comes our way
Baby, rain or shine, all the time
We got each other Sharin’ the laughter and love.
Tuesday, 09 January 2007
Happy 40th Birthday Dave Matthews!!
#40
Tables turned again
And you my friend
You and I face
each other
Oh time and time out
I know it's sometimes hard
But knowing just doll
That we will get
along
’Til we're old and gray
And huddled up
We're doubled up, we'll sit
And laugh of times were hard
Laugh of times when we thought
All it would
end, it all it was over
Then again
And know that I am
your rich rain
And to leave you out, I'll die
Oh
my friend
It’ll be you until the end with me always
Always...
Wednesday, 08 November 2006
were flintstones vitamins candy?"
i play my music loud enough
to freeze my CPU
and join a band, guitar in hand
to steal a chord or two.
fade to chorus )innuendo(
just a boy for my crescendo;
under water taken,
oxygen forsaken,
to see the ticker tape parade.
i change the key for many things
to make meet ends with what i've got.
a thought with many colored strings
but no two ends to make a knot.
i kindly asked for orange barney,
and you gave me purple fred,
i know you know i don't like grape
and that is why you're dead.
i think too much and blink so little
peripherally in the middle.
~ J.m.L. 11.08.06
Saturday, 14 October 2006
wow, has it been this long?
i wouldn't even know where to begin to try and update from the last time i'm been on here.
i wrote something while i was waiting 2 hours to pick up a package from UPS.
like finding sand in broken glass
rewind the hands on shattered clocks
to beat your soul on sharpened rocks.
you tie your dreams to fraying wires
and pray to meet your stretched desires
convince the hopeless hope is dead
as you cut the final thread.
i bought a new video ipod, but actually i got it for like 50 bucks cause i did some online free money thing.
i'm in grad school, and it' so hard. i have no idea what i'm learning, or why i'm even going. but i'm getting two thousand dollars back each term, so why not?
i'm so lonely and lost i feel like giving up, but i keep going because it's what you do, right?
i live in a new place.
it's not as nice as the other place because it's further from the beach.
but it's closer to school, which sucks.
and it's in hillcrest, which is full of gross old gay men, or immature, superficial gay guys that I have no interest in.
regret?
no.....
just confusion.
so, this is your update.
some things are better
and some things are worse
but i'm still around.
Tuesday, 01 August 2006
I just watched an episode of Pee Wee's playhouse and had a total flashback to the first time I saw it.
It was the one where they were redecorating the house and he gets that new clock that's checkered yellow and red and the shape of America.
And they make sun-tea, which is tea made by leaving tea bags in water in the sun all day.
How hippie is that!?!
Who was this show made for?? I'd still like to know.
It's so bizarre.
But I friggin' loved it!!
I had the little action figures of all the characters, and a Colorforms set.
And they're all gone.
Kinda sucks.
But I like the feeling of seeing something on TV and remembering a time when I was soo happy and young.
Those are some good times; good memories.
Good show.
So Pee-Wee wasn't so bad.
Friday, 28 July 2006
it's 1:30 in the morning.
i'm watching Blind Date.
tonite's couple comes from philadelphia.
they go to the camden aquarium.
who's showing them how to touch the sharks?
sarah ward from my graduating class at Pennsauken.
how weird?!?
Wednesday, 26 July 2006
Andrew: There's a handful of normal kid things I kind of missed.
Sam: There's a handful of normal kid things I kinda wish I could miss.
Andrew: You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home any more. All of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Andrew: You'll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for ..your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Wednesday, 24 May 2006
Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
Where, the long dropping boughs between,
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and go;
Beneath some patriarchal tree
I lay upon the ground;
His hoary arms uplifted he,
And all the broad leaves over me
Clapped their little hands in glee,
With one continuous sound,
And dreams of that which cannot die,
Bright visions, came to me,
As lapped in thought I used to lie,
And gaze into the summer sky,
Where the sailing clouds went by,
Like ships upon the sea.
The green trees whispered low and mild;
It was a sound of joy!
They were my playmates when a child,
And rocked me in their arms so wild!
Still they looked at me and smiled,
As if I were a boy;
And ever whispered, mild and low,
"Come, be a child once more!"
And waved their long arms to and fro,
And beckoned solemnly and slow;
O, I could not choose but go
Into the woodlands hoar;
And, falling on my weary brain,
Like a fast-falling shower,
The dreams of youth came back again;
Low lispings of the summer rain,
Dropping on the ripened grain,
As once upon the flower.
Visions of childhood! Stay, O stay!
Ye were so sweet and wild!
And distant voices seemed to say: --
"It cannot be! They pass away!
Other themes demand thy lay;
Thou art no more a child!
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, From Voices Of The Night
we rise above the pure disgust, then to shove aside the just.
~j.m.l 5.30.09
navigating, waiting, flexing; to the bed for sunken sexing.
~j.m.l 5.30.09
with other brother, rise and talk.
ears do hear an eagle's squawk
and eyes apprise a soaring hawk.
"if man can plan, devise and balk,
then in the skies of kittyhawk,
we'll build our wings of size and stalk"
~j.m.l 5.30.09