A journey thru the MP3 grapevine

Hello everyone. It's me, every one's favorite chatterbox of Mexican decent.

So, I had this urge to write again. If anyone read my last blog, this next sentence is for you.

YES. I DID WIN THE FIGHT AT THE FLAGPOLE. THE THING IS, THE CREATURE WITH THE ITCH TO WRITE BIT ME IN THE NECK, NOW I'M INFECTED FOR GOOD. CRAP.

Anyway, I've been thinking. As I was looking at the calender, i noticed that my birthday was coming up ( March 20Th for those who choose not to acknowledge those ever so annoying MySpace birthday updates). I had actually forgot that I was turning twenty three this month. I've just been busy with stuff like moving, finding a job, and writing my soon to be comedy act. As I looked at Matt's Spiderman calender, I started to think.Where has my life taken me? More so, who was the guy in the passenger seat for this particular trip? By that, I mean me. C'mon people, keep up. I started to think about myself and who I was. A bit cliche', sure. That doesn't make it any less significant though. I started to contemplate who I was and what I had to offer this spinning rock we live on.
As I was looking at this calender, and the picture of Spiderman fighting The Hulk, I realized that I still had my headphones on and the sounds of Mos Def and Talib Kwali had become silenced by my thoughts. Suddenly, I had this urge to surf my MP3 player. I went from Black Star to Hawk Nelson. From Jay-Z to Bill Withers. Then Seether. Spring Awakening. Madd Caddies. Lily Allen. Jamie Cullum. Metallica. Allison Krause. Mary J. Blige. Imogen Heep. War. The Beatles( for this I am ashamed). Marvin Gaye. Various WWE songs and entrance themes. I stopped on Green Day. The song: When I come Around.
I like this song. It's good, but the notes aren't why I enjoy it. Every time I hear the song I think about the video. It's just Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre' walking on the sidewalk passing people. I always thought that was what a lot of us go through. You know what I'm talking about. Those times when all we want to do is walk and observe the world around us. Some of us do it with the aide of a mocha, an umbrella in the summer, or in my case, n MP3 player and a good set of headphones.
I tend to do this a lot. Even when I had a car, often time I would fore go the convenience of a v6 and a heater, and just walk to my destination. I would drown the world out and dissappear in a world soundtracked by Dr.Dre, The O.C. Supertones and The Fray. Nothing would matter for the ten minutes it took me to get from my place to Round Table, or where ever I was going. I would just walk down the snow covered sidewalk, try not to slip, and nod at everyone going the opposite direction. For some reason, I would always have a smile on my face.

So, back to Spidey and my birthday. As I thought about all the things I'd done, I noticed that I always seemed to think about the stuff I HADN'T done. Become a successful actor. Work for more than Minimum wage. Been a good boyfriend ( on numerous occasions. I find that, most of the time, I'm my own worst enemy in these situations). It had gotten so bad that I wouldn't sleep at night would go for two days without a wink. It was bad.
As Two of Marvel's greatest Heroes stood prone on the wall, locked in combat, I started to...well....let's just say I gave myself the equivalent of a Rudy Ray Moore as Dolomite pimpslap to the my proverbial woman of ill repute. Who did I think I was? WHINING THE WAY I HAD BEEN?! Had I forgotten the things that God had Chosen to bless me with? The family. The friends. The great time with both? C'mon now! Suck it up beaner!

Here's what I came up with.

As I started this blog, I said I was wondering who I was. This is the culmination of all the ramblings and superheroes of this blog. I am Adam James Martinez. I am a Performer. It's in my blood, my soul, my very being. I owe so many of my fondest memories to what I do. From meeting a girl who changed my life forever (remember that time in the truck when , at first, you thought I didn't mean it...) to spending half the night in a rainy, walmart parking lot trying to fix the electricity on a horse trailer carrying you the set for a show that involved rats and homoerotic farm hands( don't ask.). I have spent countless nights painting a set that might not have been done on time otherwise. I've gone to the lake at two am with a face full of stage make up, a six pack, and the urge to relax while braving the cold water .More importantly, I've shared the good and bad with all my friends behind the curtain and on the stage.

I'm also Adam, a loud mouthed kid from the mountains with a vivid imagination and a lack of drive. The perfect mixture for an artsy Molotov cocktail. I was blessed with a stable job and home for four years. All the experiences in the "square chair" gave me the fuel to fill the bottle and the match to decimate whatever came my way.

Lastly, and most important, I'm Adam. Just Adam. I'm a brother and a son to the best family a boy could ever have.How many families do you know that can say there gonna kill you and not have to go to group therapy, huh? That's my clan! My family has been so supportive in all that I do, and very eager to deflate me when I head gets swollen with a pompous mix of helium and self pride. I'll love them dearly for the rest of my days.
As a sort of nightcap, I also offer this. My name is Adam. I'm just a guy who wants to see those around him happy. I get joy from the smile a girl gets when I hit on her in a cheesy way or say she's beautiful because I saw her crying earlier. I'm that guy who will tell you when you're being dumb, but let you know that's natural and not to sweat it. I'm that guy who loves intelligent lyricist like Mos Def and Talib Kweli, but will laugh his tail off while Watching Dumb And Dumber (HARRY...I TOOK CARED OF IT! HAHAHA) I'll love those who show me love, and I'll always be that crying shoulder for those who need. For real.

I guess that's it. I'm sure I lost a few of you along the way, and that's to be expected. For those who stuck around the whole time, thanks for going the long haul with me. I just had to get these thought out.
Well, I think it's time I end this anti-climatic tyraid. If you need me, I'll be the guy walking down the street with his headphones on, rocking out to Stevie Wonder with a smile on his face.

PEACE


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