Write Me

Write me a letter
Write it today
I’m goin’ away

Well, there’s nothin’ I can see
That’d ever make me
Want to be without her
She’s good, she good to me

I spent too much at Barnes & Noble yesterday.

True to Rockstar form, not only did I buy a new journal to write down lyrics and inspiration, but I bought a “Songwriters Journal,” too.  You can keep track of chords, keys, verses, bridges…and Dave Grohl even contributed a quote in the sucker.  SQUEEE!!!


I picked up a special edition of Alice In Wonderland for $10.  OF COURSE I NEED THAT FOR SONGWRITING INSPIRATION!!! RIGHT?!?!


I also picked up a book about new findings regarding addiction.  NPR recently interviewed Maia Szalavitz, author of Unbroken Brain, wherein she argues addiction as a developmental disorder as opposed to a conscious choice or chronic brain disease.  Considering the prevalence of drug use throughout the years in the music scene…I figured this book was well worth mentioning.  I imagine I’ll discuss it in more depth at some later point in time.


But for now…I’m goin’ away.

Write This Way

It’s hot as a snowball in a boiling pot of Hell’s water.  The apartment supposedly conditions the air, but the amount of hot air blown around in my life must be seeping in.  I’m wearing a bathing suit around here today, and Gil the Cat dons his cat’s pajamas.

This morning spawned song writing mode…and no, this morning felt like a dagger to the still-beating heart as someone screamed “KALI MA, MUTHAFUCKA!!!”  I prefer menstrual cramps.

I honestly don’t remember the last time I wrote a song.  Now is as good of a time as any since SAAAD will, eventually, start work on new material.  Since I’m the newest member, I’d say I need to start pulling my weight.  I’ve not established any particular process, but listening to old Aerosmith albums coupled with personal struggles bodes well for musical progress.  Any tips?

Aerosmith has always been one of my go-to bands.  They’re my favorite classic hard rock band.  EVER.  They fascinated me ever since I was 8 years old.  By the time I was 10, I had devoured their autobiography.  For the record, 10 year olds should maybe not know what Quaaludes and Barbiturates are…oh, well.  Much of my tongue in cheek humor stems from Steven Tyler’s lyrics studied as an adolescent.  What can I say?  I come from a family who cherishes music and rebukes censorship…or as Ma & Dad put it, “Yeah, we forgot to read the book on parenting. You turned out fine.”

So, my hope on figuring out my writing process is, “I forgot to read the book. It’ll turn out fine.”


Lana Del Rey~~Blue Jeans

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, You know you made my eyes burn.

I’m a born and bred Metalhead, but I’m a music lover first and foremost.

I’ve only within the past year or so started listening to Lana Del Rey, but her hauntingly beautiful voice draws me in when I’m feeling either content or pessimistically melancholy…and sometimes even at the same time. I’ve read her described as “Gangster Nancy Sinatra.” Personally, I wholeheartedly agree.  Not even Samuel Jackson can make the word “Motherfucker” sound so smoothly rolled off the tongue.

 Blue Jeans is the song of my now while I’m coping with some difficult life decisions.  

Take a listen with me.

I will love you ’til the end of time.
I would wait a million years.
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine.
Baby, can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before.
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember, oh baby ooh
I will love you ’til the end of time.

I told you that no matter what you did, I’d be by your side
Cause Imma ride or die
Whether you fail or fly.
Well, shit. At least you tried.


Come As You Are…Pt. 2

I’ve waited long enough to formally introduce myself.

I’m Breezer.  

No, that’s not my birth name.  I’m 27 years old…which is relevant if you’re a fellow rockstar reading this blog.

Since I can remember, music pervaded my life.  As an infant, I would not sleep unless Judas Priest caressed my ears.  I regularly untuned my father’s 70’s era Fender Stratocaster as a toddler.  I danced to Alice Cooper’s “Poison” music video at my Second Birthday party while donning a favorite frilly blue dress.  I survived the 90’s N*SYNC/Backstreet era as the weird nerd who religiously listened to Aerosmith on my Walkman.  Bach chorales trained my fingers to play instruments. Choir refined vocals.  Show Choir brought out the performance artist.  DrumMajor duties in high school marching band disciplined my leadership skills.  Musical tunes brought sanctuary in the high school auditorium.  Marilyn Manson saw me through the tears and sleepless nights of my Undergrad years.

Finally, after too long…the opportunity to create presents itself.

This blog will be many things to me..to you, the audience..a place for me to share band updates, new experiences and revelations, eclectic fashion choices, inspiring lyrics…a safe haven for all to be our best selves.

This is my life as a Rockstar

…And I Swear that I Don’t Have A Gun.