So the news of the Foo Fighters signing on to do another season of Sonic Highways with HBO broke about 2 months ago, which means this is not timely. However, it’s something I’ve been pondering recently since I just saw the Foo Fighters live about a month ago (Dave Grohl guitar throne and all) and binge-watched season one of Sonic Highways.
Grohl hinted at where the second season may or may not take place. It’s not surprising that they’re not giving it away too soon, but I started thinking about where they could go. Leaving aside the speculation that they might do a season across the pond, which 8 North American cities could be featured in season two? Continue reading Which Music Cities Deserve Sonic Highways 2?
Here will I remain
Soon to tower, life renewed
Under sapling elm.
Last month’s theme was about changing the past, so I figure this month’s should be all about molding the future.
Theme – Future Plans/Long-term goals
Structure – Ode (a poem in which a person expresses a strong feeling of love or respect for someone or something, typically addressing that someone or something)
If you feel like the theme and structure don’t necessarily match this month, you and I are in agreement. However, I want happiness and love and optimism when discussing the soon-to-be, so I’m going to gently nudge us in that direction. *nudge nudge nudge*
Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine. – Nikola Tesla
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The road winds ahead
But together we may go
Hold my hand a while
I came upon you
Along this walk of mine. Continue reading For R.L. – SD
One shot was all it took to bring down the negotiations. To ignite the city in the first conflagration of violence in forty years. The Federals were prepared, but they weren’t ready. Continue reading Prose – Alternative Present – SD
I long for her sway
Enveloped in her eddy
Leave it behind.
Leave me behind in the middle of what once was – Continue reading History
They are upon this website like the haze that descends upon a blazing, stuffy afternoon. I’m not sure what it is about the middle of summer that makes any productive activity feel like a slog through knee-deep mud. Continue reading The Doldrums of Summer Writing
Dust becomes pollen
Sustenance for the next breath
Spread over her womb