The only reason why this post is called, “Untitled” is because the band which I had the privilege of seeing, has no name. In fact, they didn’t even know each others full names! However, they did know how to put on a good show. Particular covers that I enjoyed were “Love Me Two Times”, “Gloria”, “Oye Como Va”, and my favorite “Eight Days A Week”.
Location: Eddie’s Place
Vocals: George Varona
Bass Guitar: Carlos Moran
Drums: Tico (?)
Conga: George Lopez
Lead Guitar: Greg Serra
Fun night out!
It’s crazy how plans change. As I sit here writing this I realize how incredibly fragile, nigh unrealistic plans are.
See what it says there? I’ll tell you what that says.
It says blasphemy.
It cries deceit.
It yells impossible.
We think we have a plan. The reality is that a plan is a vain attempt to accomplish a task with our own power.
“We are masters of our own destiny.”
“We can accomplish anything if we believe in it enough.”
Unfortunately, these are American lies. Oh yes, I gave these lies a nationality. These are lies that lead “free” people to believe that we can rely only on ourselves to gain an outcome that we want in the trials of life. I am happy to be an American. However, you always see these massive sections in Barnes and Noble about “Self-Help”. We as Americans, are constantly looking for the cure to everything. Society here has taught us to look inward.
LIES. MENTIRA. MENSONGE.
If we look inward, we realize that this rationale got us to the uncomfortable situation.
So we freak out.
Bad things Reality sets in and we start to rely on our cunning sense of resiliency that is founded on the notion that we can do anything to change our current situation.
I’ve found myself here. I’ve found myself at my wits end thinking, “What now?!”
Here’s where I’m going.
There we go. That’s better.
What does that say? I’ll tell you what it says.
Give up Didier. Quit Didier. Surrender Didier. Come off it Hermione. (I hope you get that reference.)
Let go and let God. Don’t believe me? Try this.
Take a really sticky situation and kneel down and pray to the Almighty about it. See if His mighty power answers your prayers. Here’s the only catch though. His mighty power sees more than you and I could possibly see. He will answer your prayer and sometimes in ways that you wouldn’t believe. You will sit there in awe. I guarantee it.
For it is written:
Yes. All this is true.
Yes. You can claim these promises.
Yes. You should commit everything you do to God.
Yes. He is faithful to establish your plans.
Yes. You will be delivered.
Ever heard, “There’s power in prayer…”
You must think I’m crazy. Good.
That’s the point.
Topics of Interest.
With the rise of my other blog for business, this blog can be reassigned to posts about my life and the everyday musings of this boy. I am now living in Florida for the first time since 2006. I must admit, I’m still in “break” mode. I feel like anyone of these days, I’m going to have to pack up one night and do the much dreaded 12 hour drive to Tennessee.
My Southern adventure is finally over.
I must be honest. I never looked forward to this day. I never looked forward to the moment when my last securing blanket between me and “real life”, more specifically a little lady named Sallie Mae. Now is time to see what I learned at Southern. Now it’s time for me to take up some faith and move on in it with the knowledge that my Lord loves me and is going to keep me going.
I’m living at home again.
It’s weird. I can say that I’m blessed. I never had parents that made rules and had curfews etc. Then again, I’ve never been someone that has a legitimate reason to be out late at night with anything but a camera and tripod. I will say this, I love getting to see my parents age. I know, I’m the only person that’s ever said that but it’s true. I love being with my parents right now. My mum and dad are closer than ever and I get to see these two older people plan life and figure things out in an almost telepathic way. It teaches me how I’m going to carry my marriage. It teaches me how to love someone unconditionally and leave grudges at the wayside to cherish the moment. I’m happy to be home.
While great, I am constantly aware of the responsibility that comes with ideas, execution. ” A dream without a goal is a wish.” Haha, Herm Edwards messed me up when I heard that for the first time. There are many dreams that I have. If you know me, you are quickly aware that I have heaps of aspirations. Sometimes, I get so caught up in these aspirations that I forget to go and attain them. I fool myself into the feeling that if I contemplate on these aspirations enough, I’ve in a way, already attained them. That’s why a lot of my life has been lived in my emotions and my brain’s senses but have never been truly translated to my physical existence. It’s hard to explain. It’s almost like that recurring moment when the dreamer thinks of what they’d do with 550 million powerball dollars. I’m the kind of person that will sit there for 20 minutes and think about it. The mere thought of it makes me feel like I’ve almost attained those things when in reality, I’m sitting somewhere contemplating. I’m lost in thought. I’ve submersed myself in thoughts without any sort of “real” living. I digress… For so long I’ve dreamed of photographing people. Making art work that means something and isn’t “for arts sake”. I want to photograph beautiful things that make people happy. I want to make people think two things. A. “That’s beautiful.” B. “He’s talented.” So heres to my goals. Here’s to the understanding that there must be an action plan to what I want. I know what it is that I want. Now I’m starting to get a clearer understanding of my path towards attaining those dreams. I’ve never felt so empowered and ready to move forward.
I’m more in love today than ever before.
Lynzee makes me. Lynzee is why I am. These aren’t some lines added to the end of a blog to attain the proverbial “brownie points”. This is a diary. Treat this with care reader. This is my deepest thoughts and feelings. Tonight I decided to put the hipster tracks on Spotify and write about my mind. My fiance is one of the reasons why I decided to chase my hearts desires and not what society had trained me to associate with success. God in His infinite wisdom told her in a very precise and persistent voice that this kid has no business working without a camera in his hands. I love my woman. It’s a love that transcends any sort of rapturous emotion that you feel when witnessing a great romantic movie ending. To be honest, it’s more and less than what I thought it would be. It’s a love that grows through admiration and respect. It is fed with reassurances and emotional care and can’t be diminished. It only takes new forms with every passing day. Stagnation has no place with this love, for it has no room. My dispositions change with a thought of her. There is a sincere and visceral yearning for her that reflects my love and I begin to realize how much she means to me. Enough mush, this probably too much for you to handle and it’s more than I can bare to admit these things for the eyes of the interweb.
I’ve been thinking about you lately. I’ve started a new habit that I am enamored with. I recently had a stroke of brilliance during which I downloaded an Audiobook of all the Sherlock Holmes mysteries. Instantly my mind is transported to London fog. I’m immersed in the sights and sounds of my favorite area of dirt in the whole world. There’s a certain element of belonging that I feel when thinking of walking along the Embankment or Covent Garden during the Yuletide season. Or perhaps I’m marching down Regent Street with pockets empty due to the brilliant Topman store. Or maybe I’m sitting outside Royal Albert Hall starring at it in all it’s raw beauty. The scenes are endless in my mind and thinking about it makes me warm. Some will never understand my love affair with this town. After all I’m from Miami. The most Un-London city ever. But I love that place like I love home.
That is all I wanted to say tonight, more actually.