DISCLAIMER (old): I am very happily married, for over a year now, but my wife is still kinda GAY, lol. She'll tell you herself, in fact, her profile on here is "thehardysarehot", go check her out. We both love meeting new and interesting people on here, we've had some different kinds of fun we'd never had before, so... yeah you can continue reading my life's story, or just message my wife instead. Your call.
My soul withers without a song to play.
A simpler way of saying that would be that music is my life, and I've been playing guitar and writing music for over 17 years now. In fact, I'd rather people like my music than like me, frankly.
I've been told I'm a bit eccentric; I realize that sounds really cliche, since I've seen it on just about every profile since I've been on here, but it's just the end result of the ways I choose to live my life. I like to think of life as one really huge, long, epic song that you play with everything you do. And I just can't have my song be boring, sorry. I also constantly fathom the idea that the world might blow up tomorrow, or that I might somehow die in my sleep, so I go to bed each night only after I'm completely satisfied with the entirety of my life's ambitions. And as if all that isn't enough, I question everything. Especially myself. Too many people run around nowadays with the ill-conceived notion that everything they do is okay, just because they did it themselves; and of course, they hear the voice of some idiot parent figure dancing around in their heads, telling them to "Just follow your heart, it'll never steer you wrong!". Puh-leeze. Shoot me. My heart is telling me to kill you and steal your wallet. Should I follow it? Fact is, you can't question anything properly until you question yourself, your motives, and your methods, first and foremost. Once you've done that, and come to real and truthful conclusions, then you'd be surprised what you find out about everything and everyone else.
In other words, I might be one of the only men left on earth who is willing to freely admit that he is wrong.
Update: ...or maybe not. Some people will always surprise you with how self-correcting they can be. My friends and bandmates are great when it comes to this kind of thing.
Whew! That was too intense! On a lighter note, I love talks, long walks on the beach (Lake George, especially), candlelight dinners (I know my way around a kitchen, and I love to cook), and I'm a sucker for Jelly Belly jellybeans. I have a group of friends and musicians that I like to hang out, have a few beers, watch football and write music with, so I am by no means "needy" or "clingy" (Actually, if you were paying attention before, you'd realize that that would go completely against my personality. If you weren't paying attention, it's okay. I forgive you.). I need my space, same as everyone. My normal eccentricities find their way into almost every conversation I've ever had in my life, so talking to me is never, EVER a dull proposition. I hate being bored, so I'll do almost anything to spice up a conversation, activity, etc..
I deeply resent shallow, ignorant, or stupid people. I don't dislike them, I resent them. They are taking up my valuable space, and breathing too much of my air. And the worst part is, they tend to be delusional about it, too. It's that pesky dumb parental voice again. We tell our kids to just "Be yourself!", and then we think we don't need to help them discover who that is afterward. Combine "Just be yourself" with "Follow your heart", and you get "DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!!!". I could rant about this forever, but the bottom line is, if you don't treat people with respect and courtesy, and really consider the ramifications of the things you do, then you are one of those people, and you can fuck off and die.
I love kids, animals, and I want to save the rain forests.
I've also been told I'm funny, charming, and INSANE.