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My current playlist making me drunk on insomnia.
(Well, I will just list it since posting all the YouTube videos will explode the **** out of this post and I'm not even sure the limit in one post)


Elephant Woman by Blonde Redhead
Wild Tigers I Have Known by Emily Jane White
Needle In The Hay by Elliott Smith
Empty by Metric
Lay Lady Lay by Bob Dylan
One Beat by Sleater-Kinney
12:51 by The Strokes
Gold Lion by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Death Letter by Son House
Bitches Ain't **** by Ben Folds
Touch Me by The Doors
Rise by Azure Ray
Red House by Jimi Hendrix
Black Dog by Led Zeppelin
Add It Up by Violent Femmes
Anthems For A Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene
No One Has Ever Looked So Dead by The Organ
We Do Not **** Around by Viva Voce
Holy Roller Novocaine by Kings of Leon
Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead
U Got It Bad by Usher
All Is Full Of Love by Bjork
Don't Cry Out by Shiny Toy Guns
In 3's by Beastie Boys
Simple Kind of Life by No Doubt
Why Don't You Let Me Stay Here by She & Him
Your Woman by White Town
Atmosphere by Joy Division
Murderer by Low
Hate by Cat Power
Mean Red Spider by Muddy Waters
The Diver by Gravenhurst

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Why is this thread titled "1960 met 1963"? My pop was born in 1960 and my madre was born in 1963 and they are dead. Besides I have a fascination with titles with numbers in it. When I was younger I would listen to Nirvana with my parental units. Some times all of us together but most of the time it was with one or the other. My madre and I would be out on a drive, because that is what she did when she needed a break. We would fly down narrow dark roads and even though it was a possibility that we could have crashed, I had no fear. My madre wasn't into that type of music as my pop was though. My pop and I hung out a lot in the laundry room, or rather "room." A household of six and some times stray friends from my siblings, we all went through a lot of socks. So we would just chill out and try to find matching socks and who they belonged to. He loved to tell stories, a lot. This guy could tell the same story over and over, and each time still have such enthusiasm. But hey I'm not crying wolf by telling you my personal **** and expect sympathy. Truth is I'm pretty sure all of you could care less. I'm just telling it as it is and I love my parental units more than anything. And that phrase to me has been so watered down by other people, it's quite sad but I mean it when I tell it. But today is a kind of rough one and it's just random when it hits. I wasn't even close to listening to Nirvana but I was on the bus and it was decided that tonight I was going to write about them, sort of.

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CLOCK VS. CALENDAR

I’m stuck in the web you have spun. The loaded days have long expired, yet each ticking of the clock secures me in place for so much longer. “Don’t be a fool, this sadness is not for you but for me.” And with each drop of poison, we just became a collection of mediocrity. “I’m going to check you back into the reality you used to know. I know all the drugs and alcohol we did made us real close buddies. So forget all these poetic soft blows, and take this with you when you decompose.” I can’t sit still as time pulls at my strings, oh just wait I’ll soon evolve into that someone who is mentally deranged. So for now, I’m just going to sit here and watch the clock shadows dance into their estranged. “Rewind back to that night, where your fingers choked your guitar; the supply inflated your vocals. But no one cared as they continued the journey towards the end of the bottle.”



A real piece of work. It's just too bad she'll never see it. But I'm sure if she did, she would flicker her eyes and count each second as it marinated. I'm on a seesaw, I just can't get off it no matter what is being offered to me. It's been a Led Zeppelin day. Forlorn memories.

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So it appears that it doesn't matter what the story is, it's not enough to grab the attention of you. My life isn't in transition of enough hardships. You know, I'd like to say that this is all for me and therapeutic and **** but it's not. I want some sort of notification that I'm actually here. I'm trying to wrap my brain around the fact that other people exist with all the silence. Well, I'm done. All of this is unhealthy and moving past feeling inferior isn't happening.



This song got me through it all and this is just adding to the collection of helping me through this.

This is it.

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Trollheart

Hey man, don't despair. I write in my journal every single day, and even though I have in excess of 14,000 views I only have a few hundred replies. It gets a little depressing sometimes and you feel like no-one's reading, but people are.

My only piece of advice is that your writing is a little depressing and also obscure, and maybe a little hard for people to appreciate. If you want people to comment try maybe talking about a band or musical influence, review an album, something. It's just there's nothing here that anyone can really respond to.

Clock v calendar was cool though

Don't give up: you have readers, even if we're just lurking in the shadows...

TH

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Sneer

These journals should be an outlet for those that run them. Yeah, it's nice to glean some form of reaction sometimes, and people do read these, but above all else this should be for you to creatively engage with the things that matter to you.

If you're doing this solely to project an image of your self towards other people, and gain no satisfaction out of writing the content, then quitting it is probably the best solution.

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Paedantic Basterd

Perhaps you're not cut out for the life of the journalist. We can all tell you in here that this is all effort and little acknowledgement, and if someone tells you they're reading, it's a pleasant surprise. Write for yourself. The readers will follow. This forum isn't just a soapbox for attention.

Trollheart

I think Pedestrian has hit it on the head. These journals are primarily music journals, and people read them (usually) for information and above all entertainment. Your posts so far have not really provided anything like that, and in general they come across --- especially your last post --- as wanting to unload on people. That's fine, if you know them, but strangers are not going to be all that interested in your personal problems. Don't mean to be harsh here, but it's the truth: if you don't provide anything interesting then people will not come back. Despite the quote, it's not enough to say "If you build it, they will come." A music journal has to have substance, something to make people come BACK. Something to hold the interest.

If you want to continue, I would suggest getting some sort of article sorted on a band, album, gig, music genre, anything. But just giving us your life history --- and the problems and pitfalls of that life --- is not going to result in too many views, or at least, not many repeated ones. I'm not saying make it all happy-happy: concentrate on some real doomy bands if that's how you feel. But do something to bring people to read --- and keep reading --- your journal.

Otherwise, as Pedestrian says, maybe you're trying to use this forum for the wrong activity, and you might be as well giving it up as a bad job.

Don't know if that helps....

TH

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Surell

Them songs is what's up, needs more You're Living All Over Me though, or "What Else is New;" more Dino Jr. in general.

Your coke story was incredibly compelling and human, almost a more romantic (not necessarily correct) version of things my girlfriend went through.

Your writing is good, btw. I can't write like this because i live in a hermit crab's shell and tell the kids (who are probably my age or older) to get off my beach.

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