"He's one bad motherf...shut yo mouth!"

Hah!

2005-05-29T07:05:09Z

Prom... Hah! I cleaned my garage, bitches. Dave Chapelle style.

Matt Drudge is a genius

2005-05-28T22:11:12Z

I finish reading the Drudge Manifesto yesterday and I can say that man is genius and the hero of the people. It's inspired me so much, that my journal will no longer be a journal, it's going to be a homepage for links and news stories, funny stuff, crazy stuff, the whole bit. So stay tuned for exciting updates and information! Check out the AIM profile for the latest and greatest going around the world.

Let the Mayhem Begin

2005-05-24T00:51:45Z

Just picked up the Drudge Manifesto from the 99 Cent store for a whooping, $1.07! All I can say is, this is going to be entertaining, very entertaining!

Episode III

2005-05-23T06:04:26Z

I'm in love yet again. Man these movies are so good it's addicting!

Oh yeah, new layout, Black Moses style! Ow!

My take on the night.

2005-05-02T07:15:14Z

I did this the other day. Ask if you want the desktop size!

Life is good.

Purpose.

2005-04-18T07:30:56Z

The mango bass is complete.

Life is good. It's nice appriciating how special every bit of life is. Today I was reminded how everyday is a gift, everything we each have that's special to us. Be it a skill or a person, or a funky looking car with a different colored door that adds a certain bit of character... well you know what I mean. This contraption of living parts is a funny business, it's all with a certain flare, a certain uniqueness, and yet somehow purpose works its way into each intricate part. Everything has a purpose just waiting to be discovered, even if it's just under the reflection in the inner pool of one's self. Wake up tomorrow seeing the leaves, not just trees; the hands, not just the workers; the beautiful melodies of the Earth and not just the wind. Knowing that it's all just a discovery of life right before your eyes, is such an uplifting idea.

What will I disover tomorrow...

Listening to the night

2005-04-18T07:17:11Z

The sun set yet again
Upon a city of hopes and dreams
The lights twinkled
The stars danced
Lovers longing for romance

And the moon simply watched
Crossing the void once more

She laid to bed
Thoughts plagued her
For the night was alive
And all were entranced
Watching the deafening dance

This was the night
The eternal counter melody
To such a wonderous day

Clouds rolled in
Pieces of heaven strewn across the sky
Waiting for the morn
Longing do be borne

Upon her rays
Her gleaming strands of hope

Oh what would tomorrow bring
Only she knows.

One tired boy.

2005-03-06T09:03:23Z

I enjoying being presidential. Today was fantastic, albeit a bit long and tedious, but still rather enjoyable.

Musings

2005-02-20T07:16:59Z

Made the realization today, I am Mr. Right's bastard son. That, or his brother Jerry.

The stuff that I come up with, I tell ya what.

Rockin' It

2005-02-07T06:56:07Z

Paul McCartney is the man. If you know me well enough, you know why.

Pop Quiz, name the kind of bass he was playing. Let's see if any of you folks can beat me at useless trivia.

Skies of blue, clouds of white.

2005-02-06T20:13:52Z

This weekend has been enlightening. And I make a mean lingini with honey basil sauce. Fantastico!

Oh yeah, by the way, forget the Patriots or the Eagles today, I say-- Go Browns! Oww!

Someone Pinch Me

2005-02-01T05:42:27Z

I just found a recording of Eric Clapton and Jaco Pastorious jamming. Check it out- the B Minor Jam! Man this is awesome! Whooooo! I can't contain myself, I kid you not. This rocks.

Somebody's got a case of the Mondays

2005-02-01T04:56:00Z

World, apparently I'm an old grandpa -- deal with it people, because it's me. Besides, you're all just jealous of my Lincoln.

Subtle Sweetness

2005-01-31T06:37:42Z

I love the night sky. Every time I look up there and see those familar faces of Orion and Big Dipper looking down on me with twinkling amazement it always gives me perspective on things, and life. It's nice to take 10 minutes out of your life and just appriciate the splendor of the world around you and to forget about all those litte things that are bothering you. Life is a beautiful thing. Thanks God for making it so precious and for putting those little subtle reminders out there.

These are the nights that make you just want to stay up in the backyard in your sleeping back and just enjoy. Who's with me?

Late Night With Bryan Lozick

2005-01-30T08:26:10Z

Get busy living. Or get busy dying.

I love The Shawshank Redemption.

The Wheel Keeps on Turning

2005-01-29T08:04:32Z

Chicago Rocks. Although I think Cleveland still rocks a little bit more.

Go Browns. You knew I was going to say it...

Another Day in the Life Of.

2005-01-25T01:30:06Z

What the world needs now...

I love my music.

I liked what I wrote. Felt like sharing.

2005-01-19T07:05:38Z

The Jazz Club

It was getting late, but it was that time of the night again, the time when the lights were dimmed lowed and the sultry sounds of jazz caressed the room. It was the same old story every Tuesday night, these cool and collected old cats would show up in the same spot every week without fail, playing the same tunes that just poured out of their hearts from a limitless well of passion and emotion. They were all men of different lives, different pasts, but they all shared one thing in common, it was the music that they all loved so dear. Those nights seemed to just go on forever, as their melodies danced with each other to create such a beautiful atmosphere that took eager listeners on journeys to places far away from that dingy nightclub.

They were all so different from each other, and it always made me wonder how did such opposing natures unite in such a harmonious way every week with out fail, and without any sort of hesitancy. When they took the stage, and they all eagerly picked up their instruments like it was the first time they had ever played, and then it just began, the music just happened. It was always just so shocking the way it just came together and became music, fluid and alive, tender and inspiring, and all starting in a simple count of “one, two, a one, two, three, four”. One instance there was silence, next, the air was teeming with a life you couldn’t see, touch, or smell, but you could hear it, feel it in your soul. A foot would take off tapping away at one table and then the next, and then a couple would jump out of their chairs and begin dancing, with such an exuberance never seen, they were just so happy to be alive, to take part in such a grand celebration of life its very self. And yet it always happened this way, these four unlike men, uniting in such an extraordinary manner to express themselves through their instruments.

Science could never explain the connection they effortlessly conjured at will, and I fear that even as I grow into my older years, I will not be able to either. The bass player had hands as big as a watermelon, course and calloused from years of tireless labor; the tired and wise look in his eyes hinted that he had seen the best, and the worst of humanity. The drummer, bald from his many years, always had a youthful bounce in his step, he always had one of those beaming smiles that would light up the room and just make a person want to share time with them. The piano player had a full beard that always reminded me of Santa Clause in my younger years, he was a tall and wise man, with a limp in his right leg that he once told me was from a Kraut machine gun during the Great War, he too had a tired look in his face, but there was a twinkle of life buried in that man, a dimming ray of hope that would never die out. And then, there was the saxophonist, the youngest man out of the four, but still a man of untold wisdom from his days, a stern man it seemed, he seldom smiled or showed any sort of emotion for that matter, but when he played, his tender nature came rushing to the forefront, each note he would so lovingly caress as if it was his last. They were all grayed from their many years, and each had as many wrinkles in their faces and hands as people in New York City during the World’s Fair, but each had that inner life within them that united all of their different eccentricities. The music united them in ways that no word could ever fathom of matching, and created a bond that last almost forever-- almost.

I remember the Tuesday night when I came expecting yet another ethereal expression of the human spirit only to find that one of them was not there. The piano player, truly the heart of the ensemble, had passed the night before in his sleep, he was an old man who lead a full life, but the other three had lost a piece of that beauty that came out through their music. It was never the same again. And one by one, the other three slowly made their own exits into the place only God and Angels know. Tuesday nights were never the same, sure I remember the other acts that came in through the years, each with that “new” sound that seemed to be just another stereotype of the times, and it never had that same soul, the same spirit that those four men had. When I look back I will always remember them with envy, because their skill far surpassed anything of my own, but more then that, a certain love for the joy they gave me in that sultry jazz club, buried deep in the labyrinth of New York. Time and time again I venture back into that club, on the fateful Tuesday night, hoping to hear some glimpse of that magic that they so incredibly embodied, and time and time again I am disappointed, but life goes on. My own hairs grow gray, as theirs once did, and my own exit is a near future, but I will always cherish what they gave to the world, for those musicians, made that corner of that dimly lit jazz club more then just a mere insignificant stain, they made that place, a gateway into the soul.

DJ Ladykiller

2005-01-17T08:13:05Z

I found a tape recorder in the garage. Spent the next hour spinning records as DJ Ladykiller from Smooth Jazz 98.3... I have way too much fun in there.

This is odd

2005-01-08T20:39:54Z

I've just noticed, I have quite the trend of falling in love with all these songs lately. Go figure.

I think I'm in love!

2005-01-08T20:27:52Z

With this song right here: Tangerine Dream- Love On A Train. If you want to listen to it, just ask, or download it yourself, legally mind you.

I just feel like playing for hours with this, just one of those songs that could go on forever with unlimited expressive potential. So soothing, so relaxing, yet at the same time with such an ethereal charm to it, it's just something you have to sit back and listen to, simply enjoying the subtleties of the music that caresses the world around with such passion. Can ya dig it?

I just love this song.

2005-01-02T06:30:15Z

First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live you life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza
You're so afraid to catch a dose of influenza
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine

Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions
You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine
Canary in a coalmine

First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

So you all may be asking yourselves, well by golly Bryan, what does it all mean man! What does it all mean?!!?! Well let me tell you. This song is getting at how some people just give up at the slightest hint of adversary and or a road block in life, and by doing so we are really restricting our lives and utterly halting any potential of greatness that we all have. So what's the message here? Let your wings be free, fly around, live life to the fullest and fight through those roadblocks and truly enjoy the experience for all it's grandeur. Don't be the Canary in the Coalmine, let your song of life be sung across every hill and valley of the world!

Rock on!

Busy Bees and Honey Trees

2004-12-31T07:47:58Z

Well this weeks has been fantastic, what can I say? I've done everything to my hearts content, and life is just simply magnificent.

After a seemingly excruciating 3 days, my gleaming beam of musical delight, AKA turntable, has finally arrived opening up so many avenues, lanes, and highways of listening pleasure. Can ya dig it? There's something magical about being swept away upon an ocean of notes into the past and to experience another time through it's music. If there was ever one thing I think the music of our generation lacks, it's that soul and spirit that defined what music meant to the generations before. It's more then just a piece of vinyl, it's a doorway into a time laced with an overwhelming passion and vivid stories that delve into the nature of the human experience.

Some suggestions for you novices out there who's musical tastes consist of little more then the workings of Blink 182, Avril Lavigne, and the next manufactured song that is devoid of little more then a scheme by an executive big wig to make that next paycheck to afford that brand new Bently he had his eye on. Now folks by all means don't let my harsh words point you in the direction of the next Emo/Indie/Punk band because obviously these guys are "fighting the man" and so naturally they have good music, and on top of that lead you to buy all the clothing and culture that has been manufactured for that. No. Take a listen to the following and appreciate what real music, is truly all about.

Emerson, Lake and Palmer- Lucky Man
Rush- Red Barchetta
The Police- ( Just pick one, they all rock, NOTE: The author is biased)
Santana- Europa
The Eagles- Hotel California
Foreigner- I've Been Waiting for a Girl Like You
Jimi Hendrix- Little Wing
Led Zeppelin- Cashmere (Stairway to Heaven is way too cliche for this list)
David Bowie- Space Oddity
Guns and Roses- Sweet Child O' Mine
The Who- Eminence Front

This is what love is all about, ladies and gentleman, Old School had love down to a science and no one has even come close, may I point you in the direction of the following artists:
Kool and the Gang
Luther Vandross
Marvin Gaye
Earth Wind and Fire
Al Green

Oh and please if you want more, just come over to my house I have quite a few more for your listening pleasure. And please listen to any of the selected few and let's hear your interpretation, thoughts, etc.

On a side note, I'd like to congratulate those select few groups of our generation who have rediscovered the lost art of song making. You know who they are.

Hey if you don't agree let's hear it! If you do, let's hear it! Let's hear your thoughts, the floor is open! This is all after all, subject to opinion.

P.S.- Ladies, will someone explain to me what is with you all and guitar players, and by you all, I mean you all, because every which one of you I know says it. Where's the love for the bass player huh? Where is it world?!?!?! One can only be narcissistic for so long, and I don't count my mother.....

Sorry That Wasn't Me

2004-12-21T06:37:12Z

Ummm just letting you all know the stunning contribution below was not made by yours truly, that honor goes to Ms. Shmoo AKA Sabra Clarke! Thanks for staying tuned and untill next time, stay savvy San Diego!

well if i was ever sXe..... i lost it for today, but would like to take it up again.

2004-12-21T01:35:01Z

i smoked pot for the first time... (thanx mom for leaving it out for me HAHAHAHAHA just in PLAIN VIEW). it was weird. i didnt get high or anything, but i was exceedingly quiet afterwards... it's disgusting, and i wouldnt ever do it again...
it didnt even smell like i thought it would... but it did afterwards... MAN i've been smelling it on me since i put it out. and my breath stunk real bad, and my HAND smells....

never try weed people.. it sucks...stick with the contact buzz.....it smells better

i went caroling with Sandy, it was kinda kool i guess... i hung out with Laura for most of it.. she rocks so hard...i felt kinda immature there though.... and i had the stomach flu, and i had to poop real bad. and i felt like i just.. ruined ppl's times cause i was being a lil kid or something... that sucks... oh well it's in the past...

i wanna move somewhere and jsut start all over again. Missouri is looking pretty good to me right about now. Missouri or Arizona... O.o i can talk to stephanie about that one HAHA woot plans are in store.

Jake's mom is PISSED!!!! woo... man...

we're making rugs after christmas break.... gotta give her a chance to rest those fingers.

haha you guys think lower of me now dont you... well that sucks for you.