Duo

Time flys by,
I stand Idly,
The wind urges me on,
I wait endlessly,
I can see you behind my veil of shame,
But never will you see me,
for time flys by,
and you follow it

My previous post was rather abstract, and incohesive but it will set the tone for my major beliefs. If I am completly honest, I would say that that last post was out of character, and poorly orchestrated. I simply needed to lay down what I believe, more to myself than anyone else. Much of my blog will likly be me trying to pick up the pieces of my life, in the aftermath of my first breath. As you can easily see, i am no poet, my words are stumbling and brash, but words I write are words i need to speak.
I am, as all who know me realize, consumed by music. I always have been,  but now i find myself faltering. I am taking in training in several fields living to the expectations of perfection in each by my parents. I am rather fryed trying to do this, and keep up all my grades. My parents are passive agressive, guiltripping fools who do nuthing but raise rebelion in my heart. Fortunatly i have found a release in music, a sort of santuary. I can feel complete when im playing any instrument, be it bass, guitar, or purcussion. unfortunatly im not playing an instrument when im speaking to themwhich makes me stressed and angry, and there is never enough time to play away my pain. I never know what my parents will think of my gradesomtines they get extremly pissed off at a "b-" but just yesterday i got a "c-" and they took my excuses!! this sort of unpredictability has me about to snap everytime I see them. All this is compounded with the stress from a social life at school, my grades, and trying to decide which instrument to devote the rest of my life to.
    BUUuuuuuUUUUuuuuuUT enough with my emonessess. I Just got a brand new amp and it cost me nuthing thousand dollars and nuthing cents. Its a Genz-Benz el diablo one hundred wat head with an old genz-benz cab i dont kno the name of the cab but is  a four ten inch speaker cabnet. Its wonderful, my bass teacher gave it to me, the head is on loan but the cab is officialy mine. heres a pic.

The new amp is the tall fourten on the left. My strat is next to it. the bass and bass cab to the left of it are mine and the fender hotrod delux and hamer daytona are my fathers. the rest is historicaly mine. Fortunatly my parents dont give a shit about how lowd i am in the bassment studio. Thats my music zone, the only thing that would make it better would be if i could be out in nature while playing.
    I feel tired tonite and will have a long day of practicing to do tomorrow so i leave you with a thought.
The spirit of death does not fight with the spirit of life, she provides for life, sustains life, and returns that life to the next.