Hard to love

After a recent personality test, I’ve discovered that my Myers Briggs archetype is ENTJ (extroversion, intuition, thinking, judgement). It was hard to hear that my personality type has problems recognizing, utilizing a full emotion spectrum. That my opinionated, objective-seeking perspectives can be found as abrasive condescending. My Inner (lets be honest, exterior) drama queen was in full blown hysterics. How could such a simple concept be so illusive when my sub/un conscious mind should at the very least understand six basic emotions!! (Nerd Alert).

This new internal conflict was creating a narrative of shame and a tin man who was hard to love.

With the advocacy and current pushes for mental health initiatives, I’m trying to reduce these intrusive failure chronicle that needs a re-write to a story. Brush this shame off my shoulders.

Sic Transit Gloria…Glory Fades | Brand New

Sic Transit Gloria roughly translates from latin to english as passes the glory of the world.  That momentary power and fame are temporary and we should search not only in ourselves but in our world. That flights of fancy are just that – fleeting.  Pop Punk band Brand New has created a high art video not normally seen. The video still stands out about a decade later. Our director, Marc Webb, has gone on to direct 500 Days of Summer and The Amazing Spider-man featuring my favourite Gwen Stacy played by Emma Stone (Mary Jane can suck it).

View the Cover where Band We are the Crowd turns the song into a duet. Its a nice interpretation.

#Jeffsnotthatfunny

The Chemicals | I Need Your Heaven

Ms. Shirley Mason is back and writing for the next studio album.  The Chemicals features Brian Aubert of Silversun Pickups. This track will remind you of trashing around in the disappearing underground scene.

Aphrodite’s siren smiles
She steals anything she likes
Everything you never said
Everything you never did
Everything you fantasized

The Chemicals, Garbage

/Rave On

Shattering the Counterpoint

Shattering the Counterpoint by Samantha Brown and Jeff McIntosh

Perhaps our bad days are merely good days in disguise.
Without the sweet sounds of your tangents, the longest night continued without end.

I could not hear your melody as I traversed the staff, out of time.
The notes were muddled in the onslaught of sound. No matter; we never yield to these temporary setbacks as we advance bar by bar to the final note.

The great crescendo has yet to be hit, as our pitches embrace, falling, lifting, and breaking in the counterpoint.
It goes like this; my third and your fifth, and from them is drawn the undeniable symphony.

The Makeshift Wizard

Makeshift Wizard

By Samantha Brown and Jeff McIntosh

If ever there was a wiz of a man.
A wildly fantastical man who’s mind was made of straw. If he only he had the nerve, the courage, the direction, to allow the ascension of truth. Instead he stands witness to falsehoods and deceit.
Inside, a perplexed mind, overwrought consciousness and soul all weighed heavily upon the Technicolor world he made as his own.
He could no longer maintain the façade;
eventually buying into the lies he sold.
It began with the bones.
Whisper tales to a dead man;
nothing will be revealed.

The truth and the lies you feed them are safe;
dead men say no secrets.
They keep faith, ever silent and watchful,
never mind the whispers; desperation bleeds denial.

Somewhere between the lies and the truth
lays the heart of the wiz that was.
His deception continued,
the light of day and truth being denied them.
A mechanized head watching over a gleaming city
is not so far-fetched, considering the present face of evil.
Gilded in Technicolor, it becomes easy to believe the lies.

No wizard whizzed behind the curtain that was;
just a man turning to dust with the rest of us.
That veil kept the illusion complete;
removed, the lie he bought was brought bare.
Before himself, he was exposed.
Just a man, immersed in his own lies after falling from the sky.