Forsake me not...

words. Language and I have this tenuous sort of relationship. As a twenty-odd year old man with a moderate amount of education and exposure to certain aspects of modern post-structuralist philosophy, I am naturally aware that the moment I create words on the page, they are always already meaning something else. It can be scary. I must hope, I suppose, that the reader and listener be receptive in a way that will not skew meaning and send the narrative spiraling into directions I did not intend.
Not much makes perfect sense to me. Most things tend to be covered in a protective film of fog in my mind--a sheltering grayness. As a matter of fact I have barely been able to understand what a blog is all about. Almost three years ago I was told by a friend of mine that I should start a blog, and I had only a narrow understanding of what it was all about then. Now, less than five years later, I'm still not sure I understand, but I think it's worth investigation. In saying that, I think most things are worth investigation. There is very little in life that is not meant to be plied and tried and questioned until at least some modicum of understanding possible.
What are the things I'm investigating right now? I'm extremely interested in music right now. I sit with my guitar and ponder the relationship between the seventh fret of the high e string and the open G. I wonder how it is that Jeff Buckley created a chord that looks like his left hand was mangled in some preposterous accident. I wonder how it is that Bob Dylan decided that he needed eight minutes to tell the story of Rubin Carter. I wonder at music theory and the fact that music can be broken down mathematically to understand how it will sound good. I wonder why this information is put to ill use through the pens and producers looking to make a quick buck. I wonder...
I wonder now and then about the ability of mankind to love.
"I think of mankind in quotation marks ever since I took a drink of you"

Cheers

Peace
Love &
Gonzo