Publics Private Mini-stories (Issue 2)

After spending the day in San Fransisco, I was sitting on the plane home to New York and saw a woman sitting in the opposite isle from me... She looked nervous/excited. I myself had just finished a 3rd cup of coffee and started getting jitters so I started writing on my itouch a little story about the woman....


"I'm Gonna Ride This Plane...."


It began on the 11:30 am flight to New York City. She was anxious and the 3 servings of complimentary coffee on the plane did all but help to calm her nerves. She had never been to New York before. Born and raised in San Francisco her entire life, it had never occur to her to venture outside the realms of the place she called home. As far as she was concerned, everthing that could possibly make and keep her happy resided right here.

As it was, she was single and lived alone with a dog she had named Robert. She found a small humor in the irony of giving pets human names. Before Robert, there was Roxanne the goldish. Roxanne didn't last very long, as she met her end by way of a poorly balanced shell lamp placed on a shelf just above her fish tank. When people would ask, however, she simply expained that the fish no longer "went well" with her apartment, in an attempt to avoid being seen as a fish killer...

She started on her fourth cup of coffee, thinking to herself that, in a matter of hours, she would finally meet the boy without whom the trip might never have taken place. She carried a photo of him clenched in her hand the entire flight. His Chrystal blue eyes that seemed to capture the calm yet earie beauty that could only live within the purest of oceans. He had scraggly blond hair that seemed to fight with itself about which direction it wanted to fall.

How could she be so in love with someone she knew so little about? This question was never raised in her mind because she knew it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was going to see him, her darling Michael. The boy she'd been waiting to hold, who was now ready and waiting to be held by her.

This was her dream, and she knew they would live happily ever after, as soon as she signed the adoption papers all those months ago.

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.