Publics Private Mini-stories (Issue 1)

So while waiting at best buy, I sat and started observing the people around me. There was a couple infront of me, browsing the movie section and I randomly started writing a make up story about them. I've decided that I'll do this as an ongoing thing. Perhaps connecting stories even. This is issue one:

"Best Buy Couple"
 
Clumsyly chasing him through the mall isles just passed the movie section, she instinctively hid behind the romantic comedies display and waited for him to drop his guard. He'd never think to look there. She stood and waited, peaking through the gap that separated 'the break up' and 'he's just not that into you', not realizing the irony of her position between the two. She watched him skim through the horrors and science fictions, eventually making his way to tv shows. He stopped at 'freaks and geeks' and she saw in his face the beat of nostalgia. See, this was there thing. They loved that show and always watched it together. He was her freak and she was his "geek". It wasn't the biggest of "things" but it was theirs. And for a fleeting moment, though it felt much longer than he would admit, he missed her. He missed the late nights of staying in and watching the show and the next days of quoting the most recent episode. And she watched this, the "fleeting moment" that proved to be all she needed to step out from the movie bushes. But she didn't. What would she say? He ended it for a reason after all, said they were "going in different directions" and that he hopes to "someday be friends again". She knew this was bullshit and was convinced there was someone else... Yet there she was, contemplating his fleeting moments, her very reason for following him here today. she looked at me with eyes seeking words of advice. I said nothing. All I could do was look down and tell the story to you. Before my eyes could meet hers again, they were both gone.

Art: Coheed "Guns of Summer"

Art: Coheed "This Shattered Symphony Promo"

This is the latest album promo I did for Coheed and Cambria. With the new album coming out in April and the first shows of the new decade starting next week, excitement is stirring. Coheed and Cambria are a conceptual progressive rock band. (Anyone reading this probably knows of them and my so-called "obsession" with the band) But I have to say, it's more than just music. It's a story. Me being a freak for science fiction and always wanting to create stories from music I hear, Coheed and Cambria fill both buckets with EVERY SINGLE SONG telling a piece of this epic saga surrounding two characters of the same name, their lives, the battle of the worlds around them, even taking an entire album (Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV) to explore the world of "The Writer" and creator of the world the music is about.

I just love that there's a story within a story within a story, as many songs not only relate to the story of Coheed and Cambria, but also to the life of "The Writer" AND the lives of the band members themselves. To learn the true heart behind these songs makes it that much easier to appreciate the music and what goes into making it.

Anyway, I just had to explain that. I'm not just a fan who collects posters and goes to shows and buys t-shirts. I'm truly appreciative of the art and music that comes from Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever, Michael Todd, and Chris Pennie. Even former band member, Josh Eppard (weerd science), added something to the music that can't be touched. All talented men and all deserving of their success.

That being said, of course I am going to support them any way I can. Not just because I'm a fan, but because I respect and admire what they've done and what they will continue to do in the future.

Lyrics: "Breathe (Goodbye)"

This is a free write song. I have images in my head to go with it, but none translate at the moment...lol I'll go more in depth as far as lyrics and what they mean soon.


Breathe (Goodbye)


Arrange these words
Presented cordial from me to you
and breathe them deep inside
Your turning mind
Re-create the message
As your body is built to do
Manipulate the thoughts you come to find

Lie. It's what you do best,
No. Don't you ever mind the rest
Leave the truth to me.
Just use that mouth to breathe (goodbye)
You're a dying man's last request.
Beautiful girl, but a whore, none the less

Bathing in your surprised, wide eyed expression
What did you think was coming your way?
A teller of tales spilled many a confession
Drunken paths led to words you'd later say

Lie. It's what you do best,
No. Don't you ever mind the rest
Leave the truth to me.
Just use that mouth to breathe (goodbye)
You're a dying man's last request.
Beautiful girl, but a whore, none the less

Stand before me now, dear and await my final verdict of
A broken glass, a withered rose, unsaturated love.
Attempt to salvage, fall to failure's hands

Dust causes a shadow to fall
Across the tattered land
with a remnant of the lives that lay here still
You followed them blindly
With a gun clenched
In your battered hands
Never thought you'd be the one I'd have to kill.

In a silent hell, my darling. Try.
No one can you hear you scream
You're better off lying with
Your head between your knees
Be patient.
The night of your end will be creeping soon
The heavy breath of death
Will begin his walk in search of you

Away. Go far from this place.

Lie. (in your grave)
It's what you do best,
No. (one to save you) Don't you ever mind the rest
Leave the truth to me.
Just use that mouth to breathe (goodbye)
You're a dying man's last request.
Beautiful girl, but a whore, none the less

Lie in your grave
No one to save you
Lie in your grave
No one can save you now.