Makes me feel like I should wear girls' pants too.

I heard a beautiful song tonight.

I grew up in a second, drinking
dreams with this girl I know,
where she bit my lips to
bleeding and ducked into a tunnel,
with a light shining so brightly
that it bleached all my t-shirts
her color

This kid that sang it- he gets on stage looking like a punk-ass scenester but then just busts out with one of the most incredible voices and most moving performances of anything I've ever seen. Jake Harms. It was an experience.

It was at Balls Cabaret at the Southern. If you've never been to this midnight show you owe yourself a visit. Especially since next weekend yours truly is going to be reading a little something.

Anywho, this guy is like six foot baby faced tight pants fro of unruly white almost dreadlocked curls the only thing missing is the colorful shoes another kid with an acoustic guitar thinking he's gonna woo the ladies playing Oasis on the bench. BUT. His voice was unlike anything. This deep, pained wailing. My jaw dropped like it was hot.

I said it was one of the most moving performances. But Paris, you're saying to yourself, I know you and how much you love your hyperboles. Oh golly, I wish it was hyperbole. By the end of his song I was for real about to cry. My girlfriend was next to me and I could pretty much feel her thoughts about him. She likes the brooding artistic types. I would be jealous, but hey, if she didn't find that performance attractive I would seriously question her sexuality.

You can listen to the song on the MySpace up there, but it won't come anywhere near to seeing this guy live onstage. I will forever carry the image of him squirming in that chair with his guitar.

Golly.

I wish I could do that.

A day that will live in infamy

Yeah, Pearl Harbor.

It's interesting, or at least, I think it is. People say that was the greatest generation, them World War Two-ers. Look at what they did: They were struck down by that tragedy and pulled themselves not just up by their bootstraps and back into life, but brought this nation to be the most powerful in the world. Or was that Einstein and the Manhattan Project? I can't remember.

I wonder what my generation will be known as. We had 9/11 and then

...

I think the correct term is, "whoops"

Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could
Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

Wait, was John Mayer being brilliant? Yes. I dislike most of his music, but good God is his body wonderland.

Anywho I was reading Vonnegut, Armageddon in Retrospect, (Brilliant man. He was a good man and the greatest writer. I wish I could have met him and talked to him. I think he would be at my dinner.) and thinking about the greatest generation and then it's pearl harbor day and I'm diddling around on Facebook. I don't want to be the greatest, I just want to be a good one. I'll work on that once I think of a clever Facebook status.