Free Post - Episode one: A Day in The Life of Anthony

Here we are once again blogger. It appears I must write on here now. So I'm going to get started and today's topic shall be writing. Now I'm not saying just any writing, but writing music. So the story begins about two days ago when I was a young lad sitting in my room. Nothing to do and mildly hoping for a change in this situation when suddenly I received a phone call from my good old best friend Alex saying "Hey, get over here and suck my feet. And bring your didgeridoo." So at this point I didn't have any form of transportation so I say, "Hey, brother. Why don't you come here and get me?" and before I knew it my vice best friend Jordan had driven his car up to my house and away we went.

Upon arrival to Alex's house Alex tells me about this album he is creating and he wants me in because I am a kicking awesome didgeridoo player. So I said "Alright. I'm down, I'm cool with it, I'm gangster as fudge." And so we began to record. My didgeridoo was set up to a microphone which led to a Moog Minitaur which Alex used to mix up the sounds while Jordan played drums. At first we decided to make a trippy sounding sitar song but we ended not using the sitar once making it more of a promotional didgeridoo playing song. So without further adieu I present you the most didgerie-awesome song you will ever experience in your entire life: "Wheat Bread 98.6" Wheat Bread 98.6 (best song ever) (it was pretty loud in there so the microphone sounds a bit like mush and you might die if you use headphones)

So after this point we eventually started to actually write the music making a new song called "Bottoms of my feet". It hasn't been recorded yet but I can tell you it is a delicious song. Much better than the didgeridoo song because it uses actual modern instruments and not didges. Once we begun writing it my friend had already begun the beginning so it was more like a trying to help him complete the ending type of thing. Anyway, you can all just wait and see for yourself what comes of this beautiful piece of art we call an album. You just wait.

Literacy Narrative

For my literacy narrative I don't have much ideas on what to write about. I can't really say I have had lots of changes in the way I write in the past. Maybe I could write about influences rather than just an assignment I had in school. I can talk about how I've been influenced by my friends and songs I listen to. My friend Chris has taught me how to write in a more serious and personal manner from our extensive past conversations over text messages in which we talk about our personal made up beliefs and things more detailed than just saying we talk about politics. Other things that have changed the way I write could simply just be teachers correcting me on run on sentences and grammatical errors. Though that is just something that changed the way I write on graded assignments and schoolwork, not really outside writing which hasn't really changed much because I haven't been doing it a lot lately or long enough to actually experience change.

I can somewhat see I have many things that have somewhat changed my methods of writing from taking notes today but it doesn't seem to be anything major or something that can fit into a story like the narrative we read in class. I've never really had daily assignments for writing like she had had in her story. I even think that much of the ideas that I have that I think have changed my style of writing is just something that changes the more I advance in age and not something that someone else has affected. That's where my problem is, the lack of experience with anything or anyone actually interfering with my writing. Even though I am going through a tough time thinking of an idea I am sure one will eventually come to me. For now, I am still stumped on the subject. Hopefully I can find an idea soon because I am running out of time and I need to get good grades for this year. An intense session of meditation shall clear my mind. I will continue on and soon find the idea that I will need to write about in my literacy narrative.

Reading Reponse

This week I have continued reading a book I have been reading for much of this school year "Poe: A Critical Study". From the beginning when I first started reading this I can honestly say I had no idea at all what the author was talking about because of such large vocabulary and jumping subjects and comparing them to outside things that I have nothing to do with at all. Eventually once I got through maybe the first 10 or so pages I could finally start understanding more things most probably because the author just wanted a fancy introduction in the beginning to show people how smart he was in my opinion.

All I really have to say is, I feel like much of the things he writes is something way to deeply thought out. For example: he would of compared Poe's definition of a hallway in the setting of one of his stories to something greater that even Poe wouldn't even of had a large enough brain to of thought up like the dark colors of Satan portrayed in the book of Genesis. I really think a lot of these details are just simply Edgar defining a setting, not a religious or political argument. I did however learn a matter of things from reading this book like all of his short poems that didn't even gain a spark of popularity. There are over a hundred of them that seem to go completely unmentioned and just tucked away in somebodies museum that other readers won't even be able to view because of the lack of publishing of these stories. Furthermore; I don't recommend reading this book unless you have a higher than average education unlike mine and keen interest in the study of Poe. I can imagine the book would get boring rather quickly if you could care less about him.

Reading Response

For now I have started reading "A Spaniard in the Works" by John Lennon because I think it's pretty obvious I love John Lennon. I mean, who doesn't? Seriously. Anyway, I like it so far and it's not what I expected it to be, a biography. It's more of a collection of short stories and poems by John Lennon. They vary from very different topics with probably no relevance at all with world problems like you would expect from him.

John Lennon being John Lennon the book is very humorous in his own 1960s British style of humor, just joking around with funny people like immigrants and people with obesity or whatever he labels as funny. From what I have read I would recommend it for either someone really old or really young. For some reason it doesn't seem fitting for someone at the age of twenty to read because maybe it is just really off topic and lacks total seriousness which is probably why I think young or old people should read, because seriousness is more unnecessary at that age. The words are very flowing and go into each other very well. There aren't any unnecessary stops and no drastic changes unless it is transitioned smoothly to the subject. I think John Lennon should of wrote more books, too bad he was killed. Why did he kill John Lennon? I don't know. :(

Response Post

Alright, let's get this pajama party started. For starters, I don't really get any comments on my post so this will be kind of awkward for me to write but whatever, that's life. That's what all the people say. So here on my third post on the first day I got a comment from Dr.D saying I have an interesting voice. There's not much to argue here. The truth is the truth. I also receive another pleasant review saying that my post has lovely details. All I have to say is thank you. Here at Nicholas Dragon Studios we try our hardest to create these lovely moments.

Further on in life I have also received another comment from, you guessed it, Dr.D. She states that "The Raven" is not a story but in fact a poem. Considering this assignment was for discussion/argument I shall state that a story is just a group of sentences forming a plot and making an interesting tale. Poems can do this also. For example: "Billy went to the store and got a new Cat. He ate all his food and hunted the rat.". That is not only a poem, but a short story. Here I conclude my blog for later update in comments so I can have involved discussions with my readers.

Reading Response

  This response will be on the Raven. I read this because it's one of Poe's most famous stories and I've never even read it and I love Poe, he's like the insanity version of John Lennon.

  Like most of Edgar Allan Poe's  short stories, the main character is always pictured as insane. Which is one of the reasons I think Poe is so bodacious. In a way it makes you feel sorry or uncomfortable about him because of his confusion and lack of sanity. How he seems to laugh at the Raven, which is superstitiously believed to be a sign of death.

  Edgar's stories seem to put you in a weird indescribable place or emotion that can't be simply put as sad or depressing. He moved this story from the feeling of loneliness, to the feeling of happiness and suspense, and then he moves it to loneliness again, then happiness and it kind of goes up and down because of all the different events in such short paragraphs. The story was obviously way more impressive than anything I could of written or anyone else because he was a gifted writer. I rate this book eleven out of ten because infinity isn't a whole number. 

The Scene

I decided I should make these blogs as artistic as I possibly can. Notice the name. "The Scene". It's lovely isn't it? Now I shall continue with my blog.

   Here I am, writing about my past. I'll try not to let the nostalgia get the best of me. This description of my life will be based upon not only what appears to be everyday for me, but exactly three days ago. There I was, sitting in my bed, not necessarily in a sad mood, but more of a lonely state of being. I was lost in my mind. Lost thinking about what was only the best thing to have ever happened to me. Now that thing is gone. It is dead to me. That thing was the one and only Doctor King Matthew Alexander. A dear friend of mine, certainly with a funny name.

   How could I have made myself feel better. The music I've been using to relate myself to was now overused and meaningless. Of course, as most artistic people seem to do, I picked up the book. The book of songs I had been creating. I opened to a new page imagining all of the different variety of things I could of written. The fear of the blank page. The first word is the base of all that is written.

   I began to write. I wrote like there was no tomorrow. It felt amazing. All the anxiety had been released on my papers.

     The End.