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Jacob would have rather looked out of place at the Ritz than look like he cared to fit in anywhere.
One thing I've realized is that my life in its entirety is more important than any one aspect of it. And the sad truth is that until I met you I didn't have anything else.
I just want to sleep with a clear conscience and wake up with the ability to look at myself in the mirror. I also want my life to be my own. Even if it's a shitty goddamn life, it's still mine.
Don't waste your time with fear.. Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.
Reach out and touch faith.
Talent? That's not talent. Talent is Liza Minnelli tap dancing and singing at the same time. What I just saw was devastation. Dying man on the cross. Salvation in B minor.
It had to happen. It was part of the order of things. It was the way the universe was supposed to work.
I want to stumble across something on the sidewalk and pretend she dropped it: a flower petal, a scarf. And then I want to set it on fire.
Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies.
And when Paul dove to embrace me, the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy - the kind of joy that can't be reproached, stolen, or marred - the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.
Because a soul never truly loses hope until hope has turned to ashes, or has been buried six feet underground.
The music defied classification. If I had been writing a
review of the show, I would have labeled it progressive,
guitar-driven rock 'n' roll. But the guitars made sounds guitars
didn't always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds.
The music dug in so deep you didn't hear it so much as feel
it, reminding me of a dream I used to have when I was a kid,
where I would be standing on a street corner, I would jump
into the air, flap my arms, and soar up into the sky.
That's the only way I could describe the music.
It was the sonic equivalent of flight.
Maybe that was the key to getting rid of the loneliness, I thought. Treating love as entertainment, not as salvation.
Isn't it funny to think that this magnificent piece of matter is in a state of decay? Really, can you think of any other living thing that looks this glorious as it's dying?
But sometimes, talent isn't worth shit. There are tons of talentless people out there making zillions of dollars. And unfortunately, an equal number of brilliant artists whose name and voices you'll never hear. - Paul Hudson
There are things we never tell anyone. We want to but we can't. So we write them down. Or we paint them. Or we sing about them. It's our only option. To remember. To attempt to discover the truth. Sometimes we do it to stay alive. These things, they live inside of us. They are the secrets we stash in our pockets and the weapons we carry like guns across our backs. And in the end we have to decide for ourselves when these things are worth fighting for, and when it's time to throw in the towel. Sometimes a person has to die in order to live. Deep down, I know you know this. You just can't seem to do anything about it. I guess it's a sad fact of life that some of us move on and some of us inevitably stay behind. Only in this case I'm not sure which one of us is doing which. You were right about one thing though. It's not fate. It's a choice. And who knows, maybe we'll meet again someday, somewhere up above all the noise. Until then, when you think of me, try and remember the good stuff. Try and remember the love.
I was only a child
when I learned how to fly
I wanted to touch the colors of the bleeding sun and then I fell from the sky
You never saw me again
not even when I returned
you never noticed my broken heart
or how my wings were burned
But if they tell you they saw me
do a swan dive off that bridge
Remember I've always been more afraid to die than I ever was to live
And on the day I disappear
You'll all forget I was ever here
I'll float around from coast to coast And sing about how you made me a ghost.
- Douglas J. Blackman, "The Day I Became a Ghost"
To Jacob the act of critiquing art was essentially imprecise. That's why he didn't read reviews on anything he liked, be it a book, a movie, or a record. He believed that any work an artist puts forth which contains the truth as he or she sees it is worthy of consideration, and any commentary of the work beyond that is nothing more than pure individual opinion and should not be considered relevant to the work itself.
Magician, musician. Same thing. A little hocus pocus and a whole lot of faith, right?
Absorbing his words was like taking a drink of hot tea. They burned on the way down, but soothed my insides once they had time to cool off.
I'd never been on the beach at that hour; it was mystical, deserted. The sky was perfectly clear and the moon was a spotlight illuminated just for us, lighting up the water, turning it into a giant sheet of glass. The tide was calm; it flowed in and out in a slow rhythm, like lovers.
Kat and I talked about Jacob in our own private code.
"Are you baking cookies yet?" she said. That was standard for : have you fucked?
"Oh yeah. We've made a couple dozen by now."
"What kind?" In other words, was Jacob any good.
"Chocolate-chip," I said. "And he not only likes to bake them, he likes to eat them, too."
"Congratulations.
I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.
Los Angeles signed a pact with the devil and lost its soul a long time ago, you know? It flourishes, but it's doomed.
I'd never seen that look on another face before, had never identified it in another person. I'd only met with it in fiction. But everyone falls in love with Holden Caulfield when they're sixteen. They read Catcher in the Rye and don't feel so alone.
I have dinner with you at least three times a week. You think now that you've licked ice cream from my belly button that's going to stop?
It was all I could do not to fall on my knees and weep like the bastard she always said I was, and I was a breath away from begging her to run away with me.
There's a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I'm guessing that once you've discovered this distinction you can't go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.
But I guessed that no matter how strong it was, love alone couldn't turn a speck of dust into a galaxy of stars.
I'm afraid of everything. Fear of being alone, fear of being hurt, fear of being made a fool of, fear of failure ... Still, I think all my fears bleed from one big one ...
Eliza has the sky in her eyes and I've always wanted to touch the goddamn sky.
And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.
I asked John if it was a crime to want to live in a world where girls with falcon eyes and pretty underwear believe in the saving grace of rock 'n' roll and he said, "Just check your chute before you jump, that's all I'm saying." Gotta get some sleep. Over.
For what it's worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent state of goddamn mind. I've learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit.
He was waiting for something from me. Acknowledgement. Validation. Commiseration, perhaps. I couldn't even look at him because I was afraid of feeling any more than I already did.
Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I had I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost.
It seemed cruelly unfair to me, even then, how fast your life can change before you have an opportunity to rethink your choices. We should get second chances on the big stuff. We should come equipped with erasers attached to the tops of our heads. Like pencils. We should be able to flip over and scribble away mistakes, at least once or twice during the duration of our existence, especially in matters of life and death.
If your intentions are pure I am seeking a friend for the end of the world.
What do you say we mark this day - the day we met - by buying each other a record? Something we think reflects our perceptions of each other.
The phrase what I want struck me. It contains so much entitlement, so many complications, but encompasses only what a person doesn't have.
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"That's not true." Loring moved his finger along the
sheet as if writing his name in cursive. "Eliza, you can't judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than reactions.
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I'd be happy to give special treatment to a dedicated school teacher, or even someone like William Faulkner if he was still alive, because despite the fact that an exegesis of his prose completely eluded me, I had to admit, especially when Jacob held me down and made me say it, that the guy was a kick-ass architect of the ever-elusive sentence.
Bottom line, Eliza - you're my home and my family, and I don't want to lose you.
I could lose everything else, and as long as I still had you and a guitar I know I'd be all right. Do you get what I'm saying?
I wanted to freeze the moment. Freeze it and jump inside of it and stay there until it melted into the warm, swishy liquid of happy memories.
I'm tempted to tell you that you think too much, but I'm not really one to talk,' Jacob said. 'Henry Miller wrote something about fear making you fearless. It's a very powerful emotion. Use it to get what you want. I mean if it's going to rule our life, it might as well rule you to freedom, right?
Swear to God, for someone so obsessed with music, she's borderline tone deaf. But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we'd be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules
I didn't write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.
She smiled at him in the way you would smile at someone if they'd saved your life.
I went home feeling so unbearably alone I actually thought there was a possibility I could drop dead before the night was over.
I am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we're drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall
they're magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I'm no scientist so I don't really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we're drawn to stuff we've already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.
Life is short and a man should take pride in his work, even if his work makes him feel like a total loser
I think I was about to say that if I ever see Eliza again - and the fact that this is even a remote possibility is - I don't know what it is, a goddamn miracle, maybe? After I kiss her and hold her and let her touch my chest, I'm going to hang her upside down and employ Chinese water torture until she promises never to be so stupid again.
Eliza got vanilla ice cream with butterscotch sauce, whipped cream, and a cherry. She asked me to get chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallows. This way, she explained, we could share without overlapping flavors. Except she was pretty goddamn stingy with hers. She only gave me one bite. Meanwhile I was supposed to let her eat half of mine.
And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.
The question is one of faith. Faith in my talent. Faith in my decisions. And faith in the idea that the truth, even if it can't pay my bills, can still set me free.
Inside every believe, there's a lie." - Eliza Caelum
I give off good vibes, kids, dogs, and middle-aged divorcées like me
I don't know anything," she said. "Except that desperation and fear make a person do really stupid things.
Maybe I'm weak for music men. Maybe I'm weak, period. But I couldn't deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.
It's bad enough when people I know fuck with my life, but when pretentious bass players interfere with my destiny, then I really get pissed.
I was looking for someplace to store all the things I was feeling - the friction, the contradictions, the unmerciful truth - but my heart, my soul, my eyes and ears and even my toes were locking their doors. They wouldn't let me in. For safety reasons. I had no choice but the throw the feelings away.
For me, the release was a spot in time with no past and no future. Just the extraordinary simplicity of a moment - the kind of moment that has a funny way of making a person believe that life and love can last forever.
I was alone. In ways people aren't supposed to be alone.
In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.
But I managed to masquerade as a person having a good time.
I need to know that wherever I end up, in the stars or in the gutter, you're along for the ride.
It's easy to plant a seed and sprinkle it with water, but once the sun scorches the ground, and the earth soaks up all the moisture, you're left with nothing but a thirsty little flower trying desperately to make it out of the dirt.
So far, I've only discovered four things that make life worth living for me. My work is one of them." "What are the other three?" Jacob wanted to know. "Music, books, and sex," I said. "Not necessarily in that order." His eyebrows
You can't judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than re actions. - Loring Blackman
Note to self: Always remember how lucky you are to wake up next to someone who thinks you're the shit.
Don't do this to me, Eliza. Please. I need you." I looked at Paul. He was crying. "You don't need me," I said, wondering whether or not I believed it. He gripped my face and kissed me. But it was a hard, painful kiss. A severe and bitter kiss. A kiss that seemed so black, so final, it was like death. "Happy fucking Birthday.
Tell me what you listen to, and I'll tell you who you are.
If you have a desire to write, that means there's stuff in you that wants out. And if you don't write things down, you just forget them.
I imagined the towns were filled with people like me - lonely people who wanted to fly away, who wanted more from life than a dreary existence of one-stop shopping, but either didn't know what that meant, or didn't have the guts to go out and find it.
It's pretty simple, really, when you think about it: We all start out as little fishes in our daddy's pants, and we all end up a Thanksgiving feast for the worms, and in the meantime we have to find a couple good reasons to give a fuck.
For the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.
The days will always be brighter because he existed.
The nights will always be darker because he's gone.
We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds
When you're twenty-three and you fall in love, you tend to think that love will supersede any problems. But no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces.
Dear Trixie,
Will you come to Memphis with me?
A) Yes
B) No
C) I'd go anywhere with you because you fuck like a goddamn fire hose.
D) You're an asshole and I never want to see you again.
Circle ONLY ONE and give it back to me when you're done eating.
Love, J
I love you. More than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. Siamese twin lovers, identical wombs, whatever the hell you called it. All I want in life is to drive out of this horrible, soul-destroying state with you someday.
Jacob was the only person I'd ever met, besides myself, who believed music was a cosmic language that spoke directly to our souls - to ease our pain, and to remind us we weren't alone.
Happiness is elusive, for sure.But like love, and music, I believe in it because I can feel it.
A song." I said aloud. "What?" "The whole time Adam and I were together, he never wrote a song for me." Vera looked like she was trying to think of an appropriate response to such a stupid desire. "He was a drummer. You hate it when drummers sing.
We grew apart. The thing is, we loved each other, and on some level we always will, but when you're twenty-three and you fall in love, you tend to think that love will supercede any problems. Realizing that no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces. - Loring Blackman
Sometimes the most consequential moments in my life originate from a state of completely witless human auto-pilot.
Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see LOVE - not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.
You try and act so tough, you think you're so damn hopeless and godless and faithless, but you don't fool me. People without hope aren't tormented by the world the way you are. People without hope don't give a shit. but I see it in you, in the way you look at things, even in the way you look at me sometimes, like I'm the coolest fucking guy in the universe, and I know it's in there. Reverence. Belief. Something. You have a lot more faith than you own up to. You just don't want to be let down. But I'm not going to let you down again. Not if I can help it.
We didn't want to be presidents, or astronouts, or Bill Gates. We had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy. That certainly wasn't too much to ask. Or was it?
How many times in your life are you allowed to say, "If only ... ?"
Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.
I guess I need to find a happy medium, someplace between giving them what they want and ending up face-down in a pool of my own goddamn integrity.
You should do it, Trixie. It's good for your soul. If you have a desire to write, that means there's stuff in you that wants out. And if you don't write things down, you just forget them," he said. "Think of all the stuff you've forgotten over the course of your lifetime."
"How can I think of it if I've forgotten it?"
"My point exactly.
When dreams come true in reality they never feel the same as when you imagine them, and you know what that means? It means that no matter how good things are, maybe they'll never be good enough, and there's something seriously wrong with that.
I could blame my existential sadness on a lot of issues, but the truth is, it's been a part of me since Day One.
Forget the noose. Forget the Iron Maiden. Forget the electric chair or the guillotine. The mind was mankind's most painful torture chamber, the blessed liberty to cogitate offering either doom or salvation, depending on one's disposition.
You wanna know how to make God laugh?" he said. "Tell him your plans." (God-shaped Hole)
All my life I waited for someone who would say things like that to me. And for someone I didn't feel alone in the presence of. Someone who understood. Someone who would make me feel like it wasn't just me against the world.
I didn't want to go through all the shit anymore- the feeling of being so fucking in love every single day that it hurt like a gunshot in your gut. Who the hell would want to feel like that for the rest of their life?