So, first of all; I’m bored and I feel like writing about something. All of a sudden it hit me like a two year old who didn’t get his way.
Awhile back I saw that picture on Facebook and I want deep into it. I was thinking about something I should of done, but didn’t; because even if I know close to 95% of my friends on Facebook, they don’t really care and if they did looked at it they didn’t respond to it.
So, if you one, like music, and two, like reading stories about shit; keep reading. I also figured that this will give me something to write about. Some good, some depressing, some just, whatever.
If you read my post from yesterday, my future father-in-law is currently sitting in the kitchen listening to fucking light classical music, at a high enough volume that anyone in the house can hear it. I’m drowning it out by sitting in the office listening to my massive music library.
Light classical music is as relaxing as a man with overgrown fingernails who is on PCP as he feverishly scratches at a chalkboard when he tries to open the door to another dimension.
So let’s get into it. Be aware, some up my stories might have irrelevant information. Like it has to do with my life and ties into the story somehow, but the train conductor in my brain might switch tracks when I didn’t tell him to.
By the way, if the song is hyperlinked and you click on it, it will, or should, open another tab to YouTube so you can listen to said song. There will be some songs that some of you don’t know and you might be curious to hear it based upon my story or whatever.
#1. A song that I like with a color in the title.
You know, I don’t really have a story that goes with this song I just picked it because it was a song that I liked, it also had a color in it. Don’t fucking tell me that black is not a color, it’s a pigment, “Shut the fuck up,” I don’t care.
#2. A song that I like with a number in the title.
Okay, so I have a few stories with a guy, his name is Eric, he is about to be the best man at my wedding that is coming up here in like 6 months. I’ve known Eric since 1998 when I moved to Washington State. I only know him because he came over to my house one day because he thought my sister was hot.
But whatever. They were in 8th grade while I was in 9th. Regardless of how it happened, over the past 20 years we have became the best of friends, I have some funny stories with him in them, like this one.
At one point, after high school, he had a friend named Shannon; not my fiance, another Shannon. At the time Eric lived on the other side of the block as me and Shannon lived in another neighborhood that was down the main road by less than a mile or whatever.
Eric drove over to my house one night and I can’t remember why but at one point he said, “Check this shit out, this guy is sick,” sick meaning two things in this case; good and bad. “Shannon showed this rapper to me.” Return of the Baby Killa was playing and after listening to lyrics for a bit I had a blank stare on my face as I looked in the direction of the CD deck that he had in his truck and said, “This is fucked up.”
But I also knew that it was fictional no matter how fucked up it was.
From there I became a fan of him and have all three studio albums that he released under Strange Music.
I just picked this song because it has the number one in the title.
#3. A song that reminds me of summer.
I was about to pick Will Smith – Summertime, and now that I sit here and listen to this song in the background it does remind me of summer, but I was like 7 years old when the song came out and even in middle school 7 years later, it was an old song and the memories I have connected to it are very vague.
Instead I picked Bubba Sparxxx – All the Same. This album came out in 2001, I graduated high school in 2002, and my son was born in 2003.
My kids mother is named Heather and she was living in her own apartment when she was 16, at the time she was getting a lot of money from her fathers death. Did she save any of it? No, we were both too young to understand the importance of doing so. But that is a different story by itself, and not even my story to tell.
When I was in tenth grade, in 2000, she broke up with her boyfriend just to go out with me. We didn’t even date for three weeks when she broke up with me just to go out with the guy that she broke up with to go out with me. At that time a new high school was done with construction so I switched schools based on the fact that the large majority of my friends were going to the new school and Heather and I were no longer together so I didn’t see any point in staying at that school anyhow.
While I’m talking about it… this is totally a non-linear story. That high school I transferred to was down a hill by itself, a few years after graduation a middle school was built right next to it. Seventeen years later, without even knowing that I was going to have a kid at the time, my 14 year old son is going to school right next to my old high school.
Back to the story, fast forward two years; I’m now a senior in high school and have not seen Heather since two years prior. I had a neighbor, who ironically went out with Eric at one point, her name was Jenna and she was in band at the other high school.
I drove home one day, I had a friend in my car, we had to drive by Jenna’s house to get to my house. We stopped to talk to Jenna in her driveway because in the happy squirrelly yell that girls do she yelled, “Dan.”
She had someone there, I didn’t know until I looked in the car, it was Heather, her boyfriend, and her friend named Shannon. She was apparently attracted to me again and for the last few weeks of high school she dumped him to go back out with me.
From that point in time her boyfriend, Heather, and me went out on and off more times than a person on ecstasy can orgasm from hugging a speaker. Our son was boor in 2003, but at that point this story is done.
After graduating from high school, she also graduated the same year. This album, Dark Days, Bright Nights, was stuck in my CD player; so that summer was the summer of that album. She lived downtown and I lived up on the hill, we were also kids, we had jack shit to do. I went over there often, always listening to that song or that album.
So to make all of that really short, that is why that song reminds me of summer.
#4. A song that reminds me of someone I’d rather forget about.
Time is weird, if I was asked this question in 2008 I’d give you a totally different answer.
To go back to the story that I just told you, in 2001 I was going to a different high school and ended up going out with this chick named Christina. This was when I lost my virginity, not like you really care; but it is information I guess.
We were driving down Meridian one day for some reason, I drove a 1988 Mazda 323 at the time. This song was playing on the radio, 104.9 Funky Monkey at that time, and she turned it up and said, “This is my favorite song.”
I broke up with her later due to her extreme depression that was suicidal, mainly attention driven. As much I wanted to help, it got to the point where it was effecting my emotional health and I wasn’t as happy as I used to be.
#5. A song that I play loud.
I have not paid attention to the lyrical content of this song, but by taking a rough guess I assume it is about being different then everyone else who all do the same shit.
I picked this song mainly because this song fucking kills it in my 2015 Chevy Malibu, I love bass man, and I don’t have subs in my car; but it feels like it. I also like Wrekonize.
#6. A song to make me want to dance.
Okay, so with the fact that I spend the majority of my day in a manual wheelchair, I can’t dance. Don’t tell me I can, I can move to the beat, I know; but I can’t dance the way most people think of it and I mainly chose this song because it has a memory attached to it.
Back in like 2010 or so I had a job, the same job but in a different location, I lived in Puyallup used to work in Auburn but then they transferred me to Seattle. That was 56 miles and in the summer I didn’t mind taking public transit, but when it get to those 9 months of rain I start driving, and fuck I put a lot of mileage on my car 2,240 miles a month. I eventually quit that job, even though I was afraid of not finding another job.
King Street Station is not too far away from Centrylink Field, the train that left Puyallup around 4:30 in the morning would arrive in Seattle about half an hour later due to all the stops along the way. I remember getting up on the ground level and going towards the place where I had to wait for the bus to pick me up just so they could take me to work. Rolling by the tallest building in Seattle and looking to my right to see the famous blue and green lights on the arch’s of the stadiums roof.
Seattle is a weird place to be at 5 in the morning.
It was typical for me to listen to music from the time that I got on the train to the time that I got on the bus in Seattle. I remember stopping on the sidewalk to smoke while this song was playing, and since I like to turn everything into a drum I remember slapping the frame of my wheelchair to this beat while people were walking by staring at me.
#7. A song to play when driving.
Why the fuck not? This is a good fucking song, I know all the lyrics, I try to sing it without the N word.
White kids you do that shit and say some shit like, “It end with an ‘a’ so it is a totally different word,” No dude, it’s not; I’m not black or whatever so I fail to see it from their perspective no matter how had I try, but come on man. Just because I make a Facebook post that says, “Imma gonna flip dis shit cuz itz dum as fuk,” does not mean I meant something different than, “I’m going to flip this shit because it’s dumb as fuck.”
Anyhow, I like that song. I remember watching that video on MTV back in the days of…well MTV, I was about 13 years old maybe.
#8. A song about drugs or alcohol.
Sometime in my junior year of high school I had a friend named Lance who had the booklet that came with their High Society album. I had no clue who Kottonmouth Kings were nor was I smoking weed yet, I didn’t smoke weed until after graduation, sometime in 2003.
He showed me the “poster” that was in the booklet and said, “That is a lot of bud.” At the time I didn’t know how much weed that was, but it was like a pound, maybe half a pound, whatever, it was a lot.
One day I’m driving around and as I’m listening to the radio I hear “This year at Seattle Hempfest join Kottonmouth Kings and others on the main stage.”
I was a big fan of Kottonmouth Kings at this point and other than Eminem, and Tech N9ne; they were my most listened to group. I was dating Heather at the time, remember her from the previous story? She did not like the fact that I smoked weed as often as I did when I was like 21 years old or whatever but she told me, “You got to go, if you don’t go you’re going to be mad that you didn’t.”
Long story short I saw Kottonmouth Kings at Seattle Hempfest 2004.
You got this song that came out in 2009, this was one of my favorite songs on their Cloud Nine album.
#9. A song that makes me happy.
I don’t know why this song makes me happy, just an upbeat feeling I guess. I’ve listened to this song a lot when I was hanging out with Eric, so maybe that has something to do with it.
#10. A song that makes me sad.
When I upgraded my computer to Windows 10 I lost most of my music library, but I remember giving a copy of it to my friend Mandy. She lived in Washington and at the time I lived in Nebraska. One year I went to Washington for Christmas and not only did I get my music back but I also got her music.
If you can’t tell by now I like rap, she likes metal; so now I have about an equal amount of metal as I do with rap, but there are a few different genre’s in there too.
Anyways, one day I’m sitting there going though my “new” music and I was just playing songs in the background while I was doing something else, drawing maybe. This song started playing and I stopped whatever I was doing and a few seconds later I had tears dripping out of my eyes.
You can read more about this, like right here, but due to my situation in life I feel like I’m letting everyone down; and I have very little control over it. The lyrics had a definite impact on me.
Heather broke up with me mainly because I was unable to financially support her, I just hope that I do not lose Shannon for the same reason. At this point I can say confidently that I won’t, but if it’s what you know; you still think about it. I’m also worried that her dad will stereotype me as a lazy bastard that doesn’t want a job.
I can understand it from an outside perspective, but they don’t know mine; and it sucks. If you don’t know me, that’s all you see; you don’t know that I’m applying to jobs quite often.
#11. A song that I never get tired of.
You know, I’m sure I’ll get tired of this song at some point, but this, this song should be everybody’s introduction to Rittz.
I love this songs hypnotic beat with it’s relaxing vocals of Mike Posner. This would be a good song to drive to, kinda has that whole drive two miles per hour so everybody sees you vibe to it.
I got to say, if you like music for lyrical content, something that tells a story; you need to listen to Rittz’s whole music library. Just based upon this songs vibe I think it will take a very long and overplayed time to get tired of this song.
#12. A song from my preteen years.
All I can say about this song is, in 1991 I was 7 years old, I was born in 1983, but at the end of it; so if you did the math it would tell you I was 8, and yes I was but not until the end of November.
I remember this song playing on the boombox, back in the days when you fucking like recorded mix’s by sitting there and trying to press record on the tape deck when the song came on.
Back in the day I was able to run, jump, and skip. I remember standing in my backyard in Lincoln, Nebraska dancing to this song like it was the best thing ever. It made my mom laugh and smile.
#13. One of my favorite songs from the 80’s.
There’s not many songs from the 80’s that I like, music in the 80’s just kinda sucked. All I did was name a band that has been out for like what, 35 years now, and just picked my favorite song from any of their albums from the 80’s.
#14. A song that I want played at my wedding.
I don’t have a song in my personal music library that fits into the category unless I’m joking.
#15. A song that is a cover.
I’ve always liked this chorus, even though I do not remember listening to this song as a kid and as I got older my musical taste has become what it’s became. I can’t really say anything about it.
#16. My favorite classical song.
Look out! It’s a man on PCP screaming about the upside down.
I don’t, I can’t fit into what they intend. I kinda altered the “question.”
Do you know how hard it is to find original songs by Jimi Hendrix on YouTube? I can find covers from random ass people who noone fucking knows or live version of said song. If you don’t know this song, you need to find it.
I went with Jimi Hendrix – Red House
#17. A song I would sing a duet with someone at karaoke.
Fuck no I would not sing at karaoke, I don’t even know if this song is a duet. I just like it and I thought about singing. That’s what I came up with.
This song will always remind me of buying beer at HyVee. Why? Because it was being played over the speakers and I was in a good mood as I thought, “I like this song.”
#18. A song from the year that I was born.
1983. Once again go to the same logic I used in #13, I was just hoping they had an album that was released in 1983.
#19. A song that makes me think about life.
Speaking of lyrical content… Prozak has some political deep shit, kinda like a rap version of Rage Against the Machine.
This song makes me think about life, because I’ll set there and look at people, me included, and think many things about where we were, where we came from, what we did, what we’re doing, the lesson learned or not learned from that, so on and so forth.
I also have a thought that some have, some don’t, some might think I’m weird for it; mthe human race is going to end up destroying itself.
#20. A song that has many meanings to me.
Okay so, when I was a little kid growing up in a red state, i.e. Nebraska, my dad made me a wooden table in the basement that was about 7 feet in width and 15 feet in length running from wall to wall. Remember the days when Music Television or MTV actually played music videos all day besides for like Beavis and Butthead or whatever.
You know, my mom does not remember this, or maybe she does; but when you bring it up she act like it never happened. If you’re from a bigger city like Tacoma, Seattle, or Portland like, the news only covers so much because so much shit happens in the course of a day that they got to like tell you about the important shit.
Well in Lincoln, Nebraska in the early 90’s the population of Lincoln was not not as big as it is now, and it’s still pretty small. They covered every fucking thing that happened that day, down to your mom picking her nose in public.
My mom is the type of lady that reads or sees something and think it is a common occurrence or some shit.
Back in the day there was this story on the news, or at least this is what I was told, about this kid who watched Beavis and Butthead and thought it was a completely logical action to set his carpet on fire. So guess what, my mom didn’t want me to watch Beavis and Butthead because she was afraid I’d burn our house down.
Anyhow, this table that I was talking about had a train set on it.
The first thing I think about is being a small kid watching this train go around in circles over and over, sometimes switching the tracks to make it travel in a different circle while I was watching this music video in the background on a big ass, heavy ass TV in standard definition.
This also didn’t make sense to me until later in life, but the lyrical content kind of reminds me of my childhood. I was made fun of a lot back in the day, I talked about it in a few posts, but I was the disabled kid in school, I was an easy target for those kids that looked for popularity by making fun of a defenseless kid. At one point I had 30 kids making fun of me on a daily basis.
Then my life turned around when I moved to Washington State, I wrote about that a few times but you can also read about it here. Do I need to say anything more about Pearl Jam at this point?
Seattle bro, come on.
#21. A favorite song of mine with someones name in the title.
Once again, do you know how hard it is to find an original song of Jimi Hendrix on Youtube? I went with The Wind Cries Mary, but once again I find shitty covers and live stuff that sounds like shit.
While I’m talking about Jimi, nevermind, just read it here.
#22. A song that moves you forward.
I had a hard time picking this song because the definition of moving forward was unknown. I just assumed it meant what song says, “Fuck you,” and gets you out of depression. Even then, I don’t know if this song fits in that arena.
#23. A song that I think everyone should listen to.
Okay, so if you disagree chances are this song or anything that anyone says is not going to make you see it any differently. I might be white, but this song moved me and it was deep. And you want to know something odd, this does not hit on the same level; but the fact that I can’t seem to find a job after countless interviews it makes me feel like there is a ton of unsaid discrimination in the workplace.
Based on the fact that no one believes me when I tell them I kinda feel oppressed because of my disability, call me an idiot, whatever; until you wear my shoes everything you say is taken with a grain of salt.
But, regardless; you have the freedom to sit, stand, knell, or jack off during the national anthem. Would you want to live in a country that forced their citizens to do something they don’t want to. Is it disrespectful to exercise your rights?
I can keep talking about this, but either you agree or you don’t, nothing I say is going to change your mind.
This song even goes deeper than the flag thing, but I don’t really need to talk about that; mainly because I don’t see their perspective, all I can say is…it’s not right.
#24. A song from a band that I wish were still making music.
I don’t know what I can say about this band. I like the rock mixed with “rap” (if you even call it that.) I love the band’s political undertones. If they were still making music I would most likely buy their new shit. This band is dope.
#25. A song from an artist who is no longer living.
You know, it was kinda hard for me not to pick an early 2000’s Linkin Park song due to the fact that Chester Bennington’s death was not too far after Chris Cornell’s. I liked the old Linkin Park too.
A few times I have talked about memories of watching MTV back in the day. When I was a kid in Lincoln, Nebraska I grew up across the street from a kid named Josh. His mom was hot.
I remember being at his house playing some type of game on Sega Genesis with vikings in it or something. His mom was in the shower and they had like those clear sliding glass doors on the shower, the glass that pixelated everything on the other side.
Well his younger brother went into the bathroom and didn’t shut the door, so I just say there at stared at a pixelated version of a blond haired lady with a 80’s style bush.
Anyhow. She was me and my sisters babysitter during the summer. I was over at his house playing with Lincoln Logs when me and Josh convinced his mom to let us watch MTV when the Red Hot Chili Peppers video for Under the Bridge was on, after that Black Hole Sun was on and I think I remember that because of the ladies face being deformed and melting.
Then, I lived in Seattle, or close enough, like; his suicide bothered me mainly because when you think of Seattle you think of 3 bands, or 3 people: Kurt Cobain, Layne Staley, and Chris Cornell (Nirvana, Alice in Chains, and Soundgarden)
Like he was 1 of the 3 that like didn’t go in the 90’s, then this happened; and to me it came out of nowhere.
There is a podcast from Seattle that I listen to called The Migs Cast and like afterwards there was an episode talking about his passing and how every member of the podcast was somehow connected to him.
In the words of Forest Gump, “That’s all I got to say about that.”
#26. A song that makes me fall in love.
This song doesn’t really fit, but I’m that guys that pays attention to lyrics. Like I like beats and shit, but more often than not the lyrical content of a song means more to me than the beat.
One night I was driving home from Shannon’s dads house, I can’t remember why; she was in the car too. This song started playing because I was listening to this album, and like with the idea that she was in the car too it made me listen to the song and say, “I love you baby,” as I grabbed her hand.
She was not paying attention to the song because she was like, “What was that for,” and I said, “The song.”
#27. A song that breaks my heart.
I was in the back of my friends car one night and we were with a few other friends, can’t remember who; we were on our way to Eatonville for a Halloween/House party. I remember saying something along the lines of, “I don’t want to go, I’m afraid of saying something stupid.”
“Chill out Dan,” was what I kept hearing.
Then I was at the party and about 30 minutes later I’m sitting in the kitchen getting drunk as fuck off of vodka, 151, whiskey, and beer; and just like I predicted I started saying stupid shit and making an ass out of myself.
The party was at my ex-girlfriends house, this was before our kid was born. All I really remember is telling her current boyfriend that he was a piece of shit who didn’t treat her right.
I found out that in an attempt to get me to shut up they gave me a Mountain Dew, but the bottle was full of vodka. I must have been wasted, it tasted like Mountain Dew.
At one point this song came on while I’m sitting on the kitchen floor drinking this Mountain Dew I remember saying something to the effect of, “You want to know how I feel,” and after a short pause I continue with, “listen to this song.”
This was as Heather was standing in the kitchen yelling at me because I was being an asshole.
After awhile she said, “Is this really how you feel,” to which I think I said, “Yea, I dont have a shot anymore, you made that clear; I just can’t cope with it but I’ll be okay.”
That stuck a cord with her because later that night she ended up driving her boyfriend home, apparently he was crying or whatever.
So every time I hear that song I think of that.
If you read this whole thing you have a clue of the relationship that I had with my kids mom, I may say it is a fuck ton better; not friends by any means, but when I go pick up my kid we talk while my kid is getting ready and we don’t fight.
Her husband came and talked to me one night too, that was weird, nothing wrong with the conversationm, it was friendly, just weird.
#28. A song from an artist with a voice that I love.
I don’t know what to say about this song. Back in the day Tragic Kingdom was one of my favorite albums. I thought Gwen Stefani was the hottest girl on the planet, I kinda still do, but I’m not 13 either.
I’m just now realizing this post is 5,116 word at this point, seven words ago.
#29. A song that you remember from your childhood.
When I was a little kid in Nebraska my dad drove a 1986 Ford F-150, I think he bought that truck when I was like 7 years old or something, prior to that he drove a 1980 Pontiac Firebird.
He had that truck until I was like…fucking 23 years old, I remember him selling it to my roommate for $250. It was a piece of shit at that point, in the Midwest getting rust on cars happens a hell of a lot easier that it does in Western Washington, but by the time that I moved to Washington when I was 14 years old that truck had like a few rust holes in it.
I remember him driving me places and he was always listening to classic rock stations, this song was played a lot and every time I hear it I can picture us on the road with that one fast food joint.
20+ years later all he does is listen to talk radio, which, hey… I do too, but like music apparently drives him nuts and gives him a headache now that he is in his 60’s.
While I’m talking about my dad and classic rock, he tries to tell me that Led Zeppelin is heavy metal, and that, that right there just blows me away.
I understand what he is trying to say, but that’s like saying The Sugarhill Gang was gangster rap.
#30. A song that reminds me of myself.
This song, sadly, remind me of everything that I’m going though. In the song when he says, “Bound in chains and can’t be free,” my disability, not necessarily my disability; but the discrimination that I receive because of it, as far as trying to find employment goes, are the chains and until it changes I can’t be free.
And just like that, I’m done with this long ass post.
By da wa, if I mes up on gramer I dnt car, me not tryin 2 b stupit, sry & sht.