Possible Title and lyrics: "Too Ugly For Prince Street"

This one is going to be about self esteem. There is no particular or specific inspiration for this one in terms of personal experience. Of course there are scenarios which quickly come to mind when thinking of this idea, however it's a loose interpretation of it. I feel that I want this one to be more universal, so it's at the point that it could be about a poverty stricken man, an overweight person, a girl with no confidence, or even a scrony shy guy. That's what I want. Although everyone who branches out and performs an artistic project, there is always some form of influence. But this will be a little more objective. This way, I'm not restricted to just my own personal experiences. By writing through different eyes, it creates more possibilities and ideas.
The premise is pretty basic: someone with personal issues trying to form some type of love relationship despite these emotional problems. The other person may not recipricate these feelings for the reasons of the prospective partner not believing in themself. And bases itself on the theme that if you can't believe, how can you get someone else to. In addition, this pinterest plays the role of the unattainable, so he/she is very snobby, for lack of a better word.
Prince Street is what I feel to be symbolic for the terms trendy, successful, 'beautiful'. I just feel different set of vibes everytime I'm on the train and it makes it's stop there. I love the idea of making a specific area symbolic of the feelings of a song. So this person looks at Prince Street and finds it the root of his problems; a place where he doesn't fit in but feels that he should in order to reach his goal of acceptance. And it represents sort of a road block or divider between him and her. In the end, I want it to be a positive song and have a positive sound to it despite its 'sad' title or topic.

Before I get to the preview, I usually don't have good or note worthy story to tell but something really funny happened to me about a couple of weeks ago. I was at Pizzaeria Uno's in St. Marks with my brother Ray. I order my food and decide to goto the bathroom. I walk over to the urinal, and there was only one man there next to me. He is probably in his 40s. So he's peeing in the urinal next to mine, and in the middle of his urination, he lets out a very loud fart. He begins to laugh. The worst part is he began talking to me because of this wind that he passed. He said, "Sorry about that. The wife hates it when I do it." I had no idea how to respond, so I just laughed and agreed. He proceeded to say some more but I was just trying to exit the room as quickly as possible before it either got more awkward or a foul stench started to spread. Either way, I laughed about it after. Those scenarios never get old or unfunny. I don't care how old you are. Creepy but funny.

Now back to business.

This is just a trial and error situation, brainstorming if you will...

Is there any way to switch
since these cold rejections leave dents
Here I am, the land of the rich
while I'm worth two cents

You take my senses to greater heights...

and im you find me a bore
put on earplugs so you wont hear what i said
And I'm too ugly for Prince Street
so put a bag over my head


She turned around, smiled halfway
and said, "Maybe another day"

See this movie...

I don't care if you're the world's biggest cynic.
I don't care if you are so heartless that you pop children's balloons for a living.
I don't care if the thought of the perfect family makes you cringe.
I don't care if you haven't smiled, cried, laughed in years.

See Rocky Balboa, and if you don't feel any emotion, if you don't feel butterflies or , then there is no hope for you. I am sorry.

Now that the semester has come to a close, writing will resume at full speed! Let's do this.

By the way, don't mess with Donald Trump, or he'll call you a fat, ugly, stupid loser...

Topic brainstorming:"My Sanctuary"

I've tried very hard for quite some time to figure out a proper way to write an ode to Shea, but I seem to always get flustered. I think the problem is that I don't know exactly what to focus on, if anything. I know so many nooks and crannies of that place and I love it so much, that I don't even know where to begin. The field, how everyone calls it a dump, the different color seat sections, when they win/lose, etc. There's too much clutter in the brain and not one single thing I think of when Shea is brought up. I think I will write simply on the pure aesthetics of it and the feelings experienced when going there during rebirth, like Opening day. But it won't be based on a specific game. In fact, it probably won't even mention that aspect. I think this is the route I'll go . I've never been confused as what the title would be and that is, "My Sanctuary." It just sounds right to me and I'll revolve any thoughts or verses around a chorus that has the phrase in it. I'll continue to build upon this idea so stay tuned... Here's a photograph that I look at to trigger some thoughts. It was taken this past June on a beautiful night. Okay, not so beautiful, but it was a double header that lasted all day because of the rain in between and extra innings! Oh, how do I miss it... The Mets lost the first with El Duque pitching and won the second in those extra frames. This is all for now. I'm spacing out. Good day,

Here I go again on my own

This is my new BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG! Hi. How are you? For the next couple of months, I will be documenting the incredible journey of my upcoming writing project. You will witness the creation of something...It's been a year since I finished writing and displaying my last group of 'songs'. I put this word in quotes because I've received many questions over the years I've been doing this as to what this song writing hobby entails. No, I don't know how to write music. I can't play an instrument (since beginner piano doesn't count) I can't sing, I'm no music expert. I'm just a guy who likes to write songs despite lacking mostly all the elements it TAKES to create one in the first place. I'm also someone who loves music. I feel that these two elements are enough to do something productive. I've had a difficult time finding stuff that works or doesn't sound repetitive over the past year, plus most of my creative space has been dedicated to two creative writing classes I've been taking. It's been a fun, enlightening, humble and sometimes painful experience, but the results have been very favorable.
Anyway, I plan to record my thoughts, 'little lyrics', possible titles of songs which will help trigger even more ideas, pictures to display those thoughts, even an occasional video. When I write these songs, although I lack the musical knowledge it may take, I have a basis on what it sounds like. So it's more than just words. I hope you sort of have a gist of what I'm saying. Thank you for whoever took the time to read this. And I hope whenever you have a minute to spare, you will check it out to see the progress.
"Let's get it started" -Black Eyed Crows