Cry Me A River - justin_guber

Cry Me A River

I am sat in a Coffee Bean. Moments ago I was reading Tony's birthday present to me- 'Martin Scorcese: A Journey' by Mary Pat Kelly. Good book. But reading it's pages made me want to cry my fucking eyes out.
Why in the name of fuck do I feel like crying?
Could it be the contents of the book? The story of Marty's life, my favourite director, laid out in peaks and throughs? Possibly. Although I don't think it's so incredible that it would lead one to tears.
Could it be because of something that happened this morning? Possibly. But what happened this morning is not something one writes about and posts on-line for the whole world to read. Not unless you have a penchant for writing poetry about the 'cool embrace of death' whilst singing lead vocals in a very bad emo/screamo/post-hardcore emotional band lacking in any of the talent the American counterparts seem to manage to pull off (at least for the purposes of record sales).
Could it be from reading Martin Scorcese's relationship with his parents, friends and colleagues?
Or have I said too much?
All I do know is that I spent the whole of yesterday relaxing, writing a song which I reckon (although some may disagree) sounds like a cross between Deep Purple's 'Black Night' and Metallica's 'Master of Puppets', followed by a very nice birthday dinner at Itallianies.
And today I feel like bawling my eyes out.
How fucking emo is that?

23.6.06 07:29

Permalink

To date 1 Comment(s) TrackBack-URL

Man Method / Website (24.6.06 08:30)
Its not emo my good man- its senility.