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A Shoutout to a So-Far Silent Reader

July 1, 2008 8:30 PM

ontrary to what I believe popular belief to be, I do not write songs exclusively about romantic love or the lack or loss thereof. Sometimes I have other things to write about. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes other things come to mind. Sometimes they don't. In college, I wrote a song that I intended to be not at all about romantic love, but it was sort of a strange song. It had three verses and no choruses, and each verse was about a different person that I respected or admired or whatever. Sure, every person is a woman, but that's not really the point. And if you still think that it's a romantic song, fuck you because the last verse is about my mom.

Anyway, I won't name either of the other people in the song--each one can identify herself if she wants to. It's my hope they'll want to. So, the first verse is about one of my longest-standing friends--at this point, I've known her for almost fifteen years. Second only to my mother, this girl is responsible for whatever positive attitudes I might have about women. She was one of the first women I ever met that was beautiful, intelligent, independent, and generally all-around awesome. I respected--and respect--her a great deal. So it seemed apt to include her. She also had extremely beautiful arms and a really cute nose.

The second verse is about a friend of mine from college. She greatly impressed me during our first conversation because we discussed our misunderstanding of gravity. Drunken philosophical conversations are, of course, nothing new. But this girl was--and is--actually smart. Extremely so. And fun and cool and pretentious. But that last thing is good. Anyway, yeah.

And, of course, the third verse is about my mom whose complete lack of selfishness has never, ever stopped surprising me. I talk a lot about how my rolemodels are Superman and Socrates and whoever the fuck else, but in terms of being a good, decent, hard-working, unbelievably generous person, no one compares to my mom.

So, yeah, this has been up on the blog for a while. But, as a shoutout, I'm putting it on the front page with an explanation.

The Lovers of Sight and Sound - Three



6 Comments


dani said:

By far the coolest thing I have ever heard. Thanks for the kind words and beautiful music. I have a new ringtone on my phone now.

July 1, 2008 10:06 PM



Ismael Tapia II said:

The coolest thing you've ever heard? I'm going to assume that you're either being far too nice or that you were deaf until we spoke this afternoon, which makes the entirety of our friendship to this point even more interesting than it had already been.

In any event, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

July 1, 2008 11:08 PM



dani said:

The fact that I was inspiration for a song is cool. The fact that you wrote, sang and played the song is awesome. It was put together well enough for me to put on my phone. If it had been recorded in a studio with all the high tech equipment it might sound different but there is a certain emotion that comes from it just the way it is.

Now to address my possible deafness...I said it was the coolest thing I had heard, not the best (although I really do think it is good).

July 2, 2008 8:39 PM



Ismael Tapia II said:

Well, thanks for the compliments. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Turning quickly to the matter of the best things you've ever heard, what did you think of American Idiot? Or have you outgrown Green Day in your old age?

July 3, 2008 10:09 AM



dani said:

39/Smooth, Kerplunk, and Dookie were by far my favorite albums. I think I loved everysong.  

Insomniac, Nimrod, Warning, and AI were okay with catchy singles and all, but none were played nearly as much as those first three albums.
I think Green Day was to me what Smashing Pumpkins was for you. Their songs are the soundtrack to my teen years.

July 3, 2008 7:38 PM



Ismael Tapia II said:

That's probably a decent analogy. The only difference, really, is that Green Day remained a viable creative band until way after you were a teenager. The Pumpkins, unfortunately, did not last past my twentieth birthday, which is very sad.

What are you into music-wise nowadays, anyway?

Also, you should get some of these for your new baby.

July 7, 2008 1:09 AM



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