Vibes were not high after Tuesday night. I can't lie; a bit of doubt started to creep in. I thought the game was over, and we gave ATL a new lease on life. The Celtics went from all but having the series clinched to playing an unnecessary road game in the blink of an eye (6 minutes of game time).
With the Bucks on the verge of elimination at the time, I couldn't get too excited about it because we left the door open like Silk Sonic for an Atlanta miracle comeback. Now that we've officially moved on, the Celtics are now the highest seed remaining and would have home court in the NBA Finals: Presented by YoutubeTV, should they make them. Thanks to a combined 62 points from the Jays, the C's held on against the Hawks' final claws for life 128-120.
THIS IS WHAT I'M FUCKING TALKING ABOUT, JAYSON!!!!
With nearly 48 hours to cool down from the big-time case of butt hurt-ness, one of my buddies brought up a great point...The 08 Celtics needed seven games to get past the Hawks (and Cavs). It's never easy or pretty. Yes, the Celtics let their guard down, but with some wiggle room, let's hope it's a lesson along the championship road. I hate that it's kind of our thing, but the C's have made a habit of extending series due to their own mistakes.
I'm so pumped right now. Due to our uncertainty, I couldn't fully enjoy the Bucks' choke job/failure (depending on who you ask).
Not only do the Celtics now hold home court throughout the remainder of the playoffs with the Heat killing some Bucks, but they've got three days off with the 2nd round not starting until Monday. I was under the impression that Game 1 would be Saturday had the Celtics won (which they did). Now the C's get to rest a little more and ya boi can get a solid ubah day in on Saturday without having to turn off the meter and watch on my phone. Sure, all this time off is huge for Embiid, and I should learn my lesson after losing my last battle vs. the mush, but I am not worried about the Philadelphia 76ers. It'll be a tough series, but like new Jets QB Aaron Rodgers vs. the Bears, we still own Philly.
The Hawks gave us valiant effort tonight, but an 18-7 run in the final 6:20 sealed things for the Celtics. I love that after we were on the wrong side of a 20-6 swing on Tuesday night. I love this mind set from JB.
Jayson paying his respect to the Hawks and the association as a whole.
I don't fuck with Trae Young whatsoever. He plays bitch ball looking for fouls. He's the embodiment of what's wrong with today's basketball. I'm sure I sound 300 years old, but like Steph is fucking Steph. He can shoot anywhere, and it's not a dumb shot. Trae Young takes some dumb ass shots that are just not intelligent basketball plays. Sure, he can have massive nights, but that floppy-ass bitch (both in hair and body) is not my guy. He'll never win a championship playing how he does. When he pulled up at the logo for no reason, it led to an easy lay-up for JT and IMO was a turning point in the game. I wish I could find a clip of that shot. If I do I'm gonna add to the blog in post.
Marcus had a fantastic night (22/4/4; +11) after an atrocious ending to Game 5. Seeing Grant Williams give the C's some big minutes was great too. I know a lot of fans are down on him, and he's lost his spot in the rotation, but I believe in Grant. We'll need him to win another 12 games (which is the ultimate goal). He didn't stuff the stat sheet tonight but still gave the C's great D.
Al was awesome. 10/12/4/2/3 and he talked that shit with a old man stare down at the Hawks bench.
Brogdon was a -1, but scored 17 in 29 turnover-free minutes. I like +/- in basketball, but it's not a perfect stat. It was just an awesome team win. I'm not exactly re-inventing blogging here, but I'm just pumped rn. It was a great series. I'm so glad the Jays both played solid AF tonight. Jayson bounced back after an ugly 1/10 night behind the arc.
The Eastern Conference Semi-Finals begin Monday night in Boston. The Celtics beat the Sixers 3-1 in the season series, and the Sixers one win came against a short-handed Celtics and they nearly gave the game away after being up by 7 with like 20 seconds left. We're still a ways away from the ultimate goal and the Sixers are definitely a good basketball team, but I'm not worried about the Sixers. Let's go Celtics. If you're reading this one Friday (which is likely cause it's 11:54 pm as I type this sentence) I hope you have a fantastic weekend. I'll be busy ubin it up. I'm definitely tryna get to another playoff game this year so ya boi will be busy, but I'll be happy cause the Celtics are still alive. 1/4 of the way there. Look at how respectful this young super star is. I LOVE THIS TEAM!!!!
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Song: Moth (1996) Artist: moe. Album: No Doy Burning a little late night oil thanks to the Boston Celtics!!!! 
I'm not much of a jinx guy, I don't think my (or anybody who isn't directly involved with the game) actions have an impact on the outcome, but there was a time when I was wicked superstitious. I had a rally-hat tap procedure during the 2004 Red Sox playoff run that I was convinced was why they won, but I aged out of that ritual. Throughout my years I've gone back and forth between believing in jinxes or not. Gun to my head, I don't, but what happened last night has me questioning everything. I challenged the mush Gods, and they pissed all over me.
Last night, the Boston Celtics were 13-point favorites at home in a close-out game where their opponent was missing one of its best players, AND it was a certain Celtics' "superstar" mom's B-day, so it felt like the perfect recipe for a series-clinching victory at home. That felt like a certainty until the last five minutes of the game. After a slow start, the Celtics got their shit together and looked like a team with championship aspirations.
I don't have the emotional bandwidth right now to break down all the Celtics' mistakes, but there were plenty of them. I love Tatum, but he has too many moments like this to be considered a top-tier NBA superstar. This data is appalling!
Incase you don't know how to work the tweets I embed into blogs...this is fucking disgusting.
You could argue that's a semi-cherry-picked stat, but it's a fair way to determine clutchness.
Here are Tatum's numbers over the last three games (Celtics are 1-2 in such games) **multiple puke emojis**
25/63 from the floor (39.7%), 5-34 from three (14.7). Those numbers are grosser than a porta-potty on the last day of a music festival.
Now sure, the Celtics showed last year that they can bounce back from disgusting home losses, buuuuut, you'd like to think they would've learned from those situations and not taken their foot off the gas and allowed a fucking 20-6 run to end the game. Fuck ugly ass Trae Young and his straw hair, but I am so disappointed in my guys for letting it get to that point. Even if the Celtic close things out in Atlanta on Thursday, they let this series go longer than it needed to while the Sixers keep resting and getting healthier for a potential 2nd round match-up. This may be what I (and millions of other C's fans) get for getting off to the Bucks choke job Monday night. At least they were in a hostile environment **wink, wink Miami sports fans are a fucking joke**. We managed to collapse at home. I'm not as knowledgeable of a basketball fan as I am with football, but like yo, what the fuck is Joe Mazzulla doing? The man hates timeouts. The rotations suck. Brogdon needs to be in the game over Marcus Smart when he's playing like an asshole.
This loss is so shitty because (besides the fact that the game felt all but won) it highlights one of the Celtics' most glaring flaws. They don't know how to finish strong. How many times did they blow games last year during their Finals run? They nearly blew Game 7 in Miami. Are the C's mentally tough enough to finish the job? How the fuck can you implode like that at home? There were so many careless turnovers and shit shots.
I know Tatum sucked from three last night, but he needs to touch the ball more in these late situations. I am very fucking nervous that this series is gonna end up going 7, and as the cliches go, anything can happen in a Game 7. The Celtics were like Charlie Day in Horrible Bosses when he saves Kevin Spacey's character during his allergic reaction when he's the guy they're trying to kill. You gave your enemy a new lease on life and they're gonna use it to try to destroy you. If this Celtics team is gonna win a championship, they need to go into Atlanta on Thursday and dominate. Put this loss behind you and finish the fucking job.
I just want the C's to win a championship before the league shuts down to the impending Civil War. Of course, they can still do it, but nights like last night get me to those lowest of lows I've mentioned. I'm not in as bad of a mood I was last night, but I'm still pretty fucking bummed and pissed. Sure, I watched Ted Lasso, The Big Prize Door, and the new Mulaney stand up to distract myself from that loss's pain and nothing else, but you can only numb and distract so much. Hopefully, this is just a wake-up call for the Celtics, and they go on to finish the job, but man, what a fucking disgusting performance from a team whose motto is "Unfinished Business." FUCK, this sucks. Also, the refs were trash. That tech on Tatum was a fucking disgrace in a playoff game. But we still bleed green, hopefully they close it out tomorrow night. Song: Black (1991) Artist: Pearl Jam Album: Ten I am still quite sad; some may even call it devastated about the Boston Celtics choking away their chance to advance last night and definitely nothing else. I know they're still up 3-2, but I'm terrified of the repercussions from extending this series. 
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As if today couldn't get any better with news from musicians I love, I just found out that Cobra Man (THE premiere Power Disco band in America, that I'm seeing for a 2nd time on 5/12) is taking another step toward the mainstream. Their 2021 single "Powered Up" is in a Nacho Fries commercial for Taco Bell!
"Living in Hell" was in Jackass 4.5 during the human sushi scene.
I'm not some loser who gets pissed when their favorite artists "sell out" because I actually support them making a fucking living (unlike streaming companies). I'm sooo souped to see this news. What a perfect mash-up. Taco Bell is Cobra Man food. There are power disco vibes at the Bell, for sure. Live Más! Everybody knows I love Taco Bell. They're prob my #1 favorite fast food even though I shit on them for comedic effect in an early days of DOL blog. I have been eating less bell, unfortunately (even though that's actually a great thing for my health), but I did crush a Mexican Pizza (no fuckin' tomato) and Nacho Fries the other night after Ub since the Bell by my house is open until 3 am. Taco Bell may wreak havoc on your intestines, but it is delicious going in.
I only found out about this news from Cobra Man's (since deleted??) IG story, but my best e-bro told me this commercial has been getting some airtime during the NBA playoffs, which is fucking AWESOME. I've only caught a bit of non-Celtics action to this point, but I'm taking his word for it. I might have to watch the TNT broadcast tonight to see if I catch it. This was just a quicky blog. I love that I've already banged out four today. While looking for the link to the Island Deli blog, I realized I forgot to log in on my DOL Google doc, so last week was actually a double-digit week, even though I didn't write until Wednesday. I'm fucking proud of myself! Things are going much better than my weird brain may have me thinking!! Let's not forget I am the reigning champion in fantasy league! I'll end the blog with this, if you still haven't dipped your toes in the Cobra Man waters, you must. Their sound is so unique in today's musical landscape and they just straight up fucking rock. I cannot wait to see them next month and listen to their TWO new EPs when they come out the following week. Here are my Top 5 Cobra Man songs (with links to them because I'm a fucking pro). 5.Thin Ice (their latest track is that good) 4. Powered Up T-3. Fire/Weekend Special 2. Everybody Party Tonight 1. Bad Feeling  Well, technically there's still a solid amount of time before it's officially summer...but you know...corny ass blog speak plays...that's how the headline game goes sometimes Excluding all the unnecessary deaths and toll on everybody's mental health, outside of gaining 150 depression pounds, the worst part of the Panny (for me) was missing out on a Thundercat concert. I had tickets for a show in Boston with an absolute squad on March 21st, 2020. Fuck bats. I fucking loveeee Tame Impala and Thundercat. They both take up a big chunk of my custom iPhone background of my favorite musicians (HMU if you want one of any theme). Stephen Bruner is literally the first person you see.  Idk if we're gonna get an entire album of Thunder Tame but we fucking deserve one. Someday, the world's gonna end. Everybody you've ever loved will die. We as a society might as well make the experience of life as great as possible and a 2-hour album of Tame Impala and Thundercat would be the best thing to happen to ears since the invention of earmuffs. When I woke up for good today, I had multiple texts from friends sharing this track and I'm gonna share it with you right now. ENJOY!!!! (I already wrote today's SOD blog at like 2am + had to pay respect Left Eye on her sadiversary) This shit is funky with the heart and soul of Thundercat. It absolutely fucking slaps. I've already listened three times while typing. Here's a little inside baseball for the loyal DOL reader, I'm gonna be hosting a disco dance party in the upcoming weeks and this shit will 100% be on the playlist. I'm unearthing more detail with each listen and man I am ecstatic that these two are working together. This shit is incredible and hits close to home rn. I need more. Pray to whoever you pray to that a Thunder Tame album is in the works. I can't even begin to wrap my head around the possibility of someone listening to this and not instantly falling in love with it. P.S. I'm watching this interview as I finish the blog (I'm writing the P.S. before the whole is done). FUUuuuckk dude, 30 seconds in, and my hopes are already high for a full-length Thunder Tame album. Kevin Parker and Stephen Bruner together. How fucking beautiful is that? This is precisely what the world needs, and I'm stealing this from a youtube comment, but this supergroup would blow Silk Sonic out of the water! I was talking to my boys last night about how much I love hearing other artists talk about their influences and favorites...So if you're in a similar boat, you're gonna love that interview. Hearing Thundercat talk about how much he loves Kevin's music and what "apocalypse dreams" (one of my fave Tame songs) meant to him, to quote the late great Chris Farley, was aweeeeesommeeee. Like Thundercat is one of the most respected musicians alive and for him to get like how he described in the interview when he met Kevin just makes him even more relatable, lovable and down to earth. This album has to happen. You can't give us this sample and be like oh that's it.
Marcus put that stank on it here.
The Milwaukee Bucks (#1 overall seed in the NBA) lost last night and are on the elimination ropes as they trail the 8-seeded Heat 3-1.
Jimmy Buckets need to fix those chompers. Brother, you made 45 million bucks this season. I've got a smile direct club aligner set sitting in my room that my broke ass paid for but still haven't worn because they hurt, and subconsciously, I probably don't think I'm worthy of having a better smile. You can afford it!
Meanwhile, tonight the Boston Celtics host the Atlanta Hawks (who will be without one of their best players in Dejounte Murray) with a chance to end their opening series in five games.
The Jays are stars, but Robert Williams may be the most important player on this roster. They truly are a different (and dangerous) team when he's on the floor (and effective).
Usually, I'm not one to look ahead of an opponent, but this series is #over. The C's played like shit on Friday and still had a chance to pull it off. Sunday's game got a little too close for comfort at times, but the C's came out ready and stopped playing with their fucking food. If there's one criticism of this team, it's that they play to their competition and will come out flat way more often than you'd like to see.
Bring on the Sixers. That series might end up going 6, but I am not concerned with Philly. The Heat scare me more, and now there's a legit chance we'll have an Eastern Conference Finals rematch. Himmy Buckets exploded last night, and Giannis' back is in worse shape than mine (the pain I'm experiencing right now legit makes me scream when I get up #fun!). Despite their seed, the Heat have championship DNA. I love this Celtics core and am yearning for a championship. A win tonight officially makes the C's a quarter of the way there. I'll say it for approximately the 9000th time on DOL, the Celtics last won it all when I was a sophomore in high school. I'm currently 31, so it's been a minute. That's their only title since 1986, so while Boston has experienced this bevy of 21st-century championships, it's not the TD Gardens tenants who have a bunch of rings. It'd be awesome to see both the Bruins and Celtics take it home this year, but admittedly I'm much more emotionally invested in the C's, and by much more, I mean I bleed green. As far as the Bruins are concerned, I hope they do it, but even at peak interest, I was like a step above casual. The C's are 13-point favorites tonight, which does worry me a little, but I couldn't care less if they cover. All that matters in the playoffs is Ws, and the Celtics will secure one tonight at approximately 9:58 pm EST to send the Hawks home. I gotta give ATL some love before we end their season. Genuinely, thank you soooo much for beating the Heat in the play-in. I respect the Heat and know we could be in a first-round dogfight right now. I'd love to see unmasked Jaylen drop a 40-piece. Go C's! It's time to bleed green.
P.S.
A win tonight also would make this the final Scal broadcast of the season. No matter your team, that's something everybody can root for.
Double P.S.
While preparing to post this blog on my IG story, I just saw that today is Tatum's mom's birthday. CELTICS BY 30 MAYBE I WILL BET THE SPREAD AFTER ALL?????? (still probably not) Song: No Scrubs (1999) Artist: TLC Album: FanMail Today is the 21st sadiversary of Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes' death. Coincidentally I've been on a little TLC bender recently (I think my internal clock knew this sadiversary was coming...I can't recall where I was when I found out, but I remember being sad and in 4th grade. TLC is one of those groups everybody liked & they were huge by the time I can really remember listening to 90s music when it was new at the time), and would've used "Unpretty" as my first choice for a SOD based on what I've been playing the most, but that doesn't have a Left Eye solo, so I went with the banger route to remember a life ended far too quickly. Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes was only 30. R.I.P. P.S. I just saw they're gonna be at Xfinity this summer on a Sunday (7/11)...I am 1000% going to this show. OMG I'm so excited!! I'm writing this SOD at 2:38 am and cannnnot wait to tell my friends tomorrow (later today) that we should hit this up. It'd be so much fucking fun. Like I said early, everybody loves TLC. I remember my dad having the CrazySexyCool CD. I'm sure I'll be able to assemble a squad...and if not, you know I've Solo Dozo'd before (Haim, Kings of Leon and The 1975---hopefully those are it for the rest of my life, but I listed the past examples for the DOL fans). I've told some of my friends this, and I feel a tad weird using race as an adjective on the blog, but the fact of the matter is I get TONS of compliments about my hair from black women. Don't get it twisted, people of all gender identities and races give my hair love all the time, but based on a solid sample size from ubing (cause, let's be honest, I have...limited interactions with any women outside of that rn...but that's changing soon! #whoresummer) that like >60% of the time I have a black woman customer in my car she says she loves my hair or something along those lines (not to say I'm keeping stats of who gives me compliments, but at some point, it's impossible to not notice a trend in your life's data). That's my in to keep the convo flames burning at the TLC show. I am so fucking down to meet a strong sexy sister (I can say that, right? If not, I'm sorry!) on the lawn this summer. I can't be a scrub, and big moves are coming in the rest of '23. My last blog had some not chill vibes, but right now, while I finish this P.S. before playing a game of 2K before bed, I'm in a much better spot than I was when I wrote the first ever Dozie Brain Dump blog. These are the highs and lows I was referencing! The meal I cooked my boys came out very well, and we even had a catch while it was in the oven. Homemade burrito bowls...super easy. Dice up some chicken, throw it in a baking pan with black beans and the salsa(s) of your choice for 35 at 350, and decorate to your choosing. I don't think the fellas will be upset that I added this candid to cap off what has to be the longest single P.S. of my blogging career. You may have already seen it on my personal IG story! Love these bois.  
This is a new blog format that nobody's ever thought of before. There isn't a set topic; I'm letting the words flow out of my brain via my fingers onto a keyboard that could definitely use a cleaning.
It's Monday afternoon, and sure, I wrote that filler blog at like 1 am, so I've already got something out today, but I need to do better than that. Honestly, I'm struggling right now---not having a great brain day, and my back has been in utter disarray for the last two weeks (and sporadically since 2009). On the positive side, two buddies are coming over tonight to chill, and I'm going to make dinner; I'm excited about that, but it's also 1:35 now, and I have yet to get a confirmation text. If this falls through, I'm definitely going to be a little bummed out. **As of first editing, I've gotten one confirmation** Of course, there's the big news that Tucker Carlson is out at the Fox Propaganda Network, and I'm sure that has nothing to deal with Fox's nearly 1 Billion Dollar settlement with Dominion for knowingly spreading lies in the name of ratings and money, but I really don't want to focus on that on the blog. What else is there to say besides Tucker Carlson is a piece of shit fascist sympathizer with terrible hair? These few tweets and one IG post sum everything up.
I'm happy for our crumbling democracy and everybody at Planet Fitness unwillingly exposed to his trash every night, but I know this is not the last we'll see of Cucker. Believe it or not, this is not really a topic I want to blog about. It's not fun to write about...unlike the Boston Celtics and their playoff run.
Last night, the Celtics went up 3-1 in the First Round and should hopefully eliminate the Hawks tomorrow at the Garden. They're 3/16ths of the way to Banner 18! (I dig this trippy ass IG filter) 
The C's are nearly unstoppable when the Jays drop 30+; last night, they both had 31.
Both Jayson and Jaylen hit clutch threes in the closing minutes of the 4th to seal the game. I think I speak for all Celtics fans when I say it was fucking dopeeeee.
After the game, I watched the 3rd episode of Barry's final season. I won't spoil anything, but getting a brief Documentary Now reunion was nice. Yeah, the show has sort of lost its spark, but when Doc Now was good, it was GREAT.
I won't spoil anything about Barry in writing...this tweet, on the other hand, definitely will, so don't click if you're in a situation where you want to avoid knowing what happened...but holy fuck, what an ending!!!
I don't know about you guys, but I'm fucking terrified about all this AI stuff. It feels like the human race is using the Click remote to speed up the fall of humanity. Don't get me wrong, there are cool parts of it, but on the whole...it scares the shit out of me.
Sometimes I wish I didn't care so much. I'm almost jealous of people who only care about their finances. Like does it not bother you that the world is on fire? I wish I could go on about my life and not let my worries and fears control me, but they paralyze me. I just can't wrap my head around how shitty so much stuff is. Why do people actively try to make life worse for others? It bums me tf out. I don't want to dedicate so much of my energy and time to it. I'm like getting frustrated with myself as I write this. Like, Jeez, Ryan, just cut yourself some slack. You're trying... I just am so fucking angry with myself. I hate the situation(s) I've gotten myself into. What the fuck am I even doing? Do you think I enjoy this shit? Nah, dude, I fucking hate it. I'm lost and alone and so over it. Why can't I say how I actually feel to people? I'm so fucking sick of how my life currently is. I feel like I'm wasting it. There's so much more I want out of it. Whatever I do, it's not enough or good enough for anybody. I just want to be accepted, loved, and appreciated. Over the last few days, I've experienced some of the highest of highs and lowest of lows, and that's not just because 4/20 was Thursday. Even as I type this, I think to myself, what's the point? Does anybody really give a fuck about what I have to say? I mean, why would they? Who the fuck am I other than some dude who peaked in high school? That's not fucking true. I peaked at 24. Actually fuck that; I haven't even begun to peak. That's right. A Dennis Reynolds quote is how you know things are going well up in the ole noggin. I don't know why I'm not enough. It's something I spend a lot of time discussing with my shrink. She'll spin it back and be like who's saying that you're not enough or ask me why I feel this way and it's pretty simple. I think that way because I'm ignored. When I was a teacher trying to make a difference, I was ignored. My lack of audience growth is the world ignoring what I have to say. I'm sure I don't have all the answers, but everything I say and believe comes from a place of trying to improve life. I guess believing in equality and not letting the ruling class control us is too "woke." I'm gonna freak the fuck out now because I have THRICE hit the stupid fucking trackpad on my Mac the wrong way and lost multiple paragraphs in this blog. Ironically they were about not being so hard on myself when I am currently super pissed at myself for making the same mistake three times in like four minutes. The moment might be gone now. I had really hit my stride, and now it's gone. Fuck me sideways. As of this sentence, I have now said "fuck" like 15 times in this blog, which feels like a lot, but my vocabulary is another part of me that is not as good as I know it could be. I really wish I could find the words to tell all the people I need to say things to how I feel. It may be hard to believe with how much shit I put out in the interweb, but there's actually a ton of stuff I hold in. It's not healthy, but I am nonconfrontational (a pussy). This weekend I dipped my toes into the putting myself back out there waters and immediately got bitten by a shark, so I guess this is it for today's brain dump. Sorry if what I wrote made little to no sense but it felt good to let shit spew. I gotta clean up my spot and hit the gym before my friends come over, and honestly, a cat nap wouldn't suck either. I might need to pick up some more chicken too. Hopefully, it'll be a solid hang, and I'll get enough of my current feelings out without oversharing, monopolizing the conversation, or murdering vibes.
This blog is low key just an excuse for me to share a video a buddy sent me yesterday that blew me away with how unexpected and random it is (isn't that basically saying the same thing twice?). That's the beauty of paying to run a passion project blog for eight calendar years. To further peal back the onions of my mind, I'm writing this blog at 1 in the morning to get a head start on the week.
Remember the cop shrink from The Departed that shows a little ass cheek swag when she's fuckin Leo to "Comfortably Numb?" You might also recognize her from Bates Motel. She was in Up in the Air, too (not George Clooney). Of course, I'm talking about Vera Farmiga. Without the aid of Wikipedia, I don't know much about this lady other than those three performances, but based on the version of her I have in my head from a few roles in the middle-to-late the 2000s and commercials advertising roles I haven't seen, one of the last things I'd ever expect to see her doing is singing Slipknot at a music school. It's not every day you see an Oscar Nominated actress belting out IMO Slipknot's best song at a music academy. What's next---Amy Adams singing "Chop Suey" at a high school talent show? ...On second thought, maybe Slipknot is perfectly on brand with Vera's usually scary roles? Either way, I feel like a grandma sharing a week-old video on the blog, but this is just so fucking cool that I had to.....PUUUUUUSH MY FIIIINGGEEEERS INTTOOOO MYYYYYYYYY EYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!
While it's up to the listener to determine whether or not that actually sounded good; one things for sure and that's that music education is important. There are countless studies supporting the benefits. I wish I stuck with instruments, but when you can't keep time, your drumming dream is gonna die quicker than Danson and Highsmith in The Other Guys. Because of my hair and Kevin Parker playing guitar sticker on the 'scape, ubah passengers assume I'm a musician all the time (maybe in another life?)
I love seeing people supporting the arts, especially those who've gotten so much out of them. During these crazy times in this country where there's wars on intelligence and expression, we need art more than ever. Thank you Vera Farmiga for giving the world this kinda sexy performance (keep shaking that hair, mama) and bringing awareness to the benefits of music education/expressing yourself through song. P.S. "Kick Off Your Week With...." is some lame filler-blog bull shit, but they do that at Barstool all the time. I'll play the game. I can pump out filler to pump the clicks. I think this week may be the week I actually send out some samples. I need to stop being afraid to live my fucking life!!!!! I deserve so much more and so do you!!! |
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