Beneath the hancocks and purple-y barrier is a bit ruined real record of George Gershwin's songs called, "Embrace You", "Soon", and some other thing I can't pronounce that starts with a K... 

So why am I putting this up on display for all to see? Well, I was going to put just a musical note but that's typical (at least in what I see now-a-days). So I put up something not ordinary to the eye. A picture of a old record carcass wrapped in purple with inscriptions of my friends from camp. 

In a sense, we all are like this record. We play this game of life until we're broken or hurt and then if someone throws us out the window (metaphorically speaking), there's always somebody that wants to catch you. In other words, another person's trash is another person's treasure! 

I find music to be in my soul. Yet I cannot play guitar, or fluently speak through my piano. I only have words to be said (or sung) to the soulful and to the wise. It's interesting I was listening to Jason Reeves all last night (I had nothing better to do) and I remembered that I was going to do this post at some point. The problem was, what was I going to talk about? Yes music but there are so many types of music. There's metal, alternative, pop, hip-hop, country, bluegrass... and so more that are being created!

Once, I went into the car with my cousins and I started listening to the radio station they were on. It was literally a bunch of noises that you hear everyday on the radio. I started laughing because I wouldn't listen to this abstract art but yet I can listen to a guy who likes playing the trashcans at the Santa Monica Pier.

Music makes us uncover our soul but also it makes us think about how much we depend on it. I mean I can't leave my room without having my earphones on hoping that there's a library full of music on the other side. (I have had those days where I only brought my earphones and didn't realize that I didn't bring my ipod...)

Music sometimes makes us think of life differently, or even create different emotions. One day your happy and then next your sad because of a sad song on the radio or on your ipod. It makes us remember memories and regrets. 

I'm doubting a lot of people are going to look at this and someon might make a song called, "Our life is a Old Carcass Record" but it's something. So, I'd like to add some information about how I found it. 

It was during my break as a counselor and I started wandering off into town. I always feel so happy when I walk but this was a very green oriented place (which I wasn't use to). I looked around Fairfax and walked all the way back to camp. On the side of the road I saw something that was just thrown off a back of a truck. I picked it up and it looked really torn on all sides. Since I didn't have a old record player I decided to use it as a 3 month book for camp friends to sign. I took it with me and people in the camp looked at me like I was completely bonkers. Why would she bring a old record to camp? There are no old records on camp grounds and it's so torn! I don't think you can use it. I always have a belief that everything has a purpose. This record was meant to be in my hands on that day in August 2010. Now it lives properly on my wall as a sign of friendship from camp friends. 

There you go. Please do not jump out of a window because this only happened to objects that don't have heart beats, or living. Anyways, I'd love to hear some music that you guys have or come up with whether its about this or even about your lives. I leave you with one little note: 

Everyday we make the lyrics of our songs of lives.

No matter where you are or what decisions your making

It's yours to be creative and create. 

So please don't throw away your own record.

Make something completely originally you. :)