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Heady wants to party!

b7 — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 04:34:17 +0000

That title for this post sounds as though I’m not Heady and I’m not writing this post. Well, I’m Heady, and I do want to party. I love parties. They’re different from a regular event i.e. a concert, a play, etc. I think parties allow you to fellowship and interact with people in a way that allows for friendships to be formed. Plus, at parties, you come in contact with great music. Parties are also a way to relax.

I haven’t been to a party in a while. I have been contemplating throwing parties for a while now. It is hard for me to wrap my mind around what a party would like seeing that most parties from my past seem to consist of liquor, vulgar dancing, sweaty people, explicit music etc but that’s so not my scene now. So, I have decided to create parties that match up with my phrase “healthy and safe alternatives for weekend fun” by producing parties themed around my Heady Tee phrases. I still want great music involved and I wouldn’t mind seeing people sweating on the dance floor but I’m more interested in people mingling in hopes of friendships being formed in an atmosphere driven by the people interacting with one another while enjoying great music and possibly a live performance.

My thoughts are still in process. There is a goal for Heady Parties Summer 2010. I hope you will attend and bring some folks with you.

If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment. It will be taken into consideration.

HEADY PARTIES SUMMER 2010. Ha! That sounds dope for real.

Hello EngagedStudents aka Hello CampSamaria

b7 — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:35:36 +0000

I sat in the mirror for five minutes. There was something in me telling me to go back to bed. I fought it. I couldn’t. Today was important. After a few more minutes, I reached for my toothbrush. I hummed as I brushed. Eventually, I slowly walk in my bedroom. There were my jeans. I slide them on and then I grab my all black hi-top Converse that I threw on top of my wife’s Pastry hi-tops the night before. The time was rushing by. Running through the house towards the door, I kiss my wife and grab my backpack. 45 minutes later, I’m walking in a room with my bright yellow love people tee shirt on and twenty or so students sit spread out. I quiet them. They looked at me with a “nothing” on their faces. But from the sound of their hearts pounding, I could hear a sense of readiness. One-by-One the students begin to raise their hands for opportunity to speak. “I like Nike shoes”, the young man in the corner states. “School is a challenge for me because of other students”, she whispers. After asking a few students to be quiet while others were speaking, I point to another student. “My favorite thing to do is play Playstation”, the young boy states and then begins laughing. I then ask them to write down the 5 most important things in their lives. The room got quiet and the students begin to write. Hello EngagedStudents aka Hello CampSamaria

Hello PassingDeer.

b7 — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 23:19:04 +0000

I turn the music up as loud as possible. With just a few minutes passing, I hear the thumping again. I’m glad the highway is empty as I jerk the wheel of the car. I rush to let the windows down. This was probably the coldest night of winter. With the passion of a professional singer, I begin singing along with the music. For the tenth time in a matter of minutes, I look over at my cell phone. My wife and I normally talk during my ride home. The drive home is approximately 40 minutes. Normally, I leave work at midnight but tonight we ran late. Bam! Hello PassingDeer.

Hello HardDecisions

b7 — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 12:11:44 +0000

Forget the fact the he was the only person standing in line with an education. He woke up on this Monday morning in his 1979 Malibu eager to find a job. It was about a month ago when Ted loss his high paying position in Houston due to the company needing to lay people off because of a scandal that took place. Ted was a brilliant man in his late thirties. He graduated college in the top ten percent of his class. But, this Monday morning was similar to the last three. He needed work terribly bad. His aunt gave him a car after losing his car, house, jewelry, etc which the car became his only place to live once his aunt kicked him out due to suspicion of using drugs. Ted pleaded with his aunt. He promised her he hadn’t been doing drugs, and it was her son stealing from her. Three more people stood in front of Ted before getting his opportunity for work via the employment agency that once hired for his company. Ted stood there with his black suit on holding his promising resume. “Next”, and Ted took one more step forward. With his head turning to the right, he catches a glimpse out the window. He watched for minutes as cars zoomed by day dreaming of the life he once lived. “Next”, and Ted took another step closer to what he hoped could be future employment. Now biting his nails and still looking out the window – his eyes catch life when he sees his ex-wife walk by with her hair bouncing and looking radiant. Ted was next to see the clerk but he wants desperately to go speak with his wife in hopes of rekindling the friendship they once considered priceless. Hello HardDecisions.

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Hello YoungMarriage.

b7 — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 12:21:52 +0000

Standing at the door with the key in the doorknob, I contemplated if I wanted to go in and face another evening of complaining from my wife. The last two months of my eight-month marriage have been difficult. With minutes going by, I ponder any task that I need to complete to prolong facing Sarah. “Hello Tony”, my neighbor shouts as he jogs pass. I give a half wave as I listen to Sarah’s voice penetrating the door. She is, with great passion, explaining to her mother over the phone how stupid I am and how fed-up she is with my inability to be a husband. Slowly I take the key out of the door and turn around, unable to listen any longer, and walk towards my car. The tears are from my disappointment in not standing up for this marriage. Finally, in my car, backing out – my wife runs to the door. I look. She looks…and I drive off with the tears still continuing. I look out the rearview mirror hoping to see my wife running after me, but no. There in the mirror were only rows of houses. Hello YoungMarriage.

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Hello FunnyTears by Derrick Sier

b7 — Fri, 29 May 2009 11:07:37 +0000

All the laughter at such a moment kind of made me cringe. I stood there in awe and could not believe what was happening. People approached to the mic, one after another, reminding everyone else of dad’s most funniest moments. As they remembered, their tears switched back and forth from tears of sorrow to joy, then joy to sorrow. The more people got up and told even more stories, the more I found myself fighting the smiles and laughter I had also attached to the memories we all shared with dad. Then it was my turn. I slowly tapped the mic to make sure it was on. I leaned forward, cleared my throat and begin to laugh at the thought I was about to share. Hello FunnyTears.

Hello FinallyFree.

b7 — Fri, 15 May 2009 18:13:14 +0000

We hid in the tiny closet for close to 24 hours. The two of us were completely quiet. It was completely dark in this closet right below the stairs in this abandoned house. I could see the teeth and eyes of my friend. She whispers, “I don’t hear anything”. I quickly reach to cover her mouth thinking I hear foot steps. We listen but all we hear is the wind howling out doors. This house had all its windows busted out. The back door of the house was the only door still in good condition. Some areas of the house had big wholes in the ceiling and floor. “Listen”, I whisper firmly. Still just the howling of the wind and darkness. I grab my friend to hold her when I hear the pounding of her heart. Whispering, “everything will be okay”. We couldn’t stand because of the awkwardness of the closet being that it was underneath the stairs, so we begin to feel discomfort from our positioning in the closet. I feel a tear drop on my arm. Again I whisper in hope of calming Mai, “it will be over soon”. Quickly we begin to listen as we hear fast foot steps coming towards the door. From the cracks – we see flashlights. Then, we hear voices. Our hearts both begin to beat with great anticipation. Then – quietness again. A squeaking sound occurs during the quietness which comes from someone trying to open the closest door. Then suddenly – the door opens. Bright lights instantly blind us as we hold each other in fear and discomfort. And there stood, our parents after being lost several days in the mountains. Hello FinallyFree.

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Hello TravelingMusic.

b7 — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 03:25:32 +0000

This was a pretty busy place for 6 a.m. Being the people person I am, I wondered where everyone was headed. There was not very much talking amongst this crowd but people were moving while others sat patiently, like me. I was slouching in the chair holding my guitar. Every so often, I would yawn. My baseball cap barely sitting on my head and my sunglasses are hiding my red eyes. It was thirty minutes ago when I left the studio, pulled an all night session. This morning I’m headed to Chicago to play at my favorite venue. My parents will join me in Chicago. Dad was a big influence on me playing the guitar. He never strive to make music a career but he had some amazing talent. I quickly turn my head to see who is calling my name but there was no one I knew. I’m going crazy I think. I yawn again – and in seconds, I had settled back into my slouching position – noticing the time – 6:23. With my wait being another thirty minutes or so, I close my eyes. Hello TravelingMusic.

Hello YourLaugh.

b7 — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:56:41 +0000

I’m sitting in a booth facing 19th street in a small town called Guthrie in my favorite coffee shop with my curly red hair hidden under my favorite baseball cap. The laptop in front of me has powered down because of my attention being on the heavy rain taking place. My ears perk to the pounding by the rain on the ceiling. It has rained for several days straight, but that didn’t stop me on this Saturday morning from my normal routine of coffee and internet browsing. The rain continues pretty heavy for approximately 19 minutes. I eventually take my pointer finger to the power key to bring my laptop back to life – jumping right back into cnn dot com. My search this morning has allowed me to encounter much of nothing so my focus once again comes back to the window in front of me. I take notice of the next to nothing traffic. There was probably a car passing every five minutes at most. Continuing to stare, anticipating more rain, I push away from the table and stand in pursuit of the counter. “With the coffee shop being so quiet and the traffic bringing no horns or tires screeching, I couldn’t help but to notice your laugh as you spoke on the phone”, I state to the petite clerk as I walk towards her for my final round of black coffee. Hello YourLaugh.

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Hello VacantPlace.

b7 — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 04:31:26 +0000

I sat there. I couldn’t leave. The place was quiet. My wife waited patiently in the car. Periodically, I would hum as I walked in and out of the rooms. There was a slight echo. The memories flooded me. There were the times my brother and I would tumble around room from room wrestling. I sigh and think to myself how my father would scream at us until we would stop. It was the Saturday morning breakfast still filling the air as I headed towards the door. My wife and I catch eye contact through the naked windows. Once at the door, I turn to take one last glimpse of my childhood. It tickled me. And right before exiting, there is the nod to my wife; and suddenly, I hear my mother’s voice say her usual – “be careful Gregory, it can be dangerous out there.” Hello VacantPlace.

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