Another Boring Story

Whenever I begin to daydream about how awesome I am that I thought of something original, I read the same thing in a book or hear it in a song. It makes me wonder how we think, and how everyone is on the same track, and believe everyone may have identical brains, but the way they perceive information and react to what is said changes the way one sees the world.
The past week I have been daydreaming about writing an extraordinary piece, where I tell a story through song. An entire novel, played through music and sung. The speed and tempo will match how the listener should feel while listening to the story. (This is the part that I feel is different.) but the story was going to tell the story about how a teenager growing up in a safe place, surrounded by hatred and confusion, and based off of what he is living through: world, economy, religion, relationships. It was going to be autobiography of sorts. America, Missoula, me: World, center of world, main character. Like a country western story based in Middles ages but exposed in modern politics and world issues.
I have wanted to read a book by Kurt Vonnegut, called Slaughterhouse 5, because apparently it’s a classic and need to read it. I went to Barnes and Noble to pick it up. There I saw another book by Vonnegut, Slapstick, which is the name of one of my favorite bands. I pick it up by impulse. I drive home and sit down to start it, and read the prologue. I never read the prologue. It begins, “This is the closest I have ever come to writing an autobiography.” It’s funny how such a coincidence can come at a crucial time. They seem to happen when I am the most scatter brained. I take them to heart. I freaked out (which I have done a lot lately) it has been a crazy summer already. Days seem to flow along a certain path and I forget I am even living. I simply live, forget about people, realize that I’m ignoring people or being rude. Brain dead. And in this dead brain, I think. I’ve read a lot and listened to a lot of music. I want to write, but never accomplish anything. Friends are secondary and only come when I want them around. Dreams are more fun. Letting my mind run free and see where it takes me, and forget what I was thinking about. It makes the day go quicker, that’s for sure.
I feel like whenever I finally realize something, everybody realizes it too. This brings me back to the idea where peoples’ brains are identical. We’re on a race to see who can think of stuff the fastest. At least that is the way I’ve been living. I want to start a country punk band. The next day I hear a band who plays the same kind of music I want to play. Bummer. I want to ride a single speed bike, hey look, there’s my bike. These are just a few stupid examples that are stuck in my mind. Brains are crazy machines.



bye,


...mike b