Our Lives, Borealis

“Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

I saw Billy again at Sproul today. He was doing his moving/dancing stuff. He looked over and saw me, and I waved.

He came up to me and said, with the confidence of all the world’s preachers, “You are WONDER WOMAN!”

I thanked him for whatever it meant. 

He provided more inspirational, nonsensical but also deep insights: “There is no 1 to a million,” he told me, his eyes glistening with ideas. “There is only 0 to 1. Baby steps. There is only one number – that’s YOU!”

I thanked him again. He smiled and gave me a reassuring, go get ‘em pat on the back and returned to dancing.

Billy is, from what little I can understand of people, a great individual.

i’ve always been pissed that i can’t actually match my voice with instruments

i do not have the ability to catch the song at the right time

nor can i make a song

my vocal range is pretty limited

i make a thousand beginnings for songs with a keyboard

that is all

i can also make a thousand endings for books — but no story

and all my work feels incomplete and not at all legit

and a part of me just wants to be Billy dancing in the street and weirding people out

because the world feels so false right now it’s scary

and i feel fake, even though i’ve always been honest

because i think maybe just being in a fake world will do that to you, if you’re not careful

i feel a desperate need to run away from whatever machine is turning the world, run right back into my own heart and stay there until the people flowers bloom again. 

ughhh sometimes i get this buildup inside that just is like ughhhh and i feel so meh so then i’m just like ew gross

and then i just go to garageband and let some sounds come from my insides so they can just leave already ugh

Today I had the fortune of seeing these guys perform live on Telegraph Ave. I’m very sad to say that their production quality, from what I can see online, is pretty terrible… and, I actually don’t like most of their original songs ://///

BUT their covers were freaking amazing. Best street performers I saw. They had violins and tambourines and guitars. Young kids from Oakland doing their thing, going around Northern California doing what they love. 

I wish the sound quality were better on this song, but it’s the best of their original work, in my personal opinion.