Guess The Scribe
From a popular musician's website...
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2006
CHANGEI've been thinking about something lately.
Imagine this:
You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.
Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.
Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.
Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?
Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?
When did John Mayer get so fucking emo? Bring back the bear suit please.
Posted at 3:51 PM
Ha...I guessed it.
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Damn my guess was K-Fed!
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How is it not Moby???
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Before the reveal, I was sure it was Klosterman.
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because moby only writes in lowercase!
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Am I the only one who thought it was Fred Durst?
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wouldn't emo's want to die? hence the fact this is not emo.
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p.s. when did you start reading john mayer's blog? you really weren't kidding when you said you liked him.
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IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING! WE LOVE YOU VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY MUCH!
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wish i'd thought of that louie.
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damn, i thought tony robbins
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Haha, I thought it was Brandon Flowers, just because he hates flying so much.
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Man, I thought it was Conor Oberst 'cause of that ramble at the start of ...it's morning.
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If it didn't say it was from a musician I could have sworn it would be Andy Greenwald
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"wouldn't emo's want to die?"
Are we ever going to have that much-needed National Proper Apostrophe Use Day?
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Stereogum Hearts John Mayer.
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Man, this John Mayer stuff is getting out of hand. I was going to say Zach Braff, just cuz of the intro to Garden State, even if he's not a musician.
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What, nobody here reads Esquire?
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Haha. I thought it was Moby, too!
Wonder what provoked this from him???
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John Mayer needs a beatdown cholo-style.
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I thought it was one of those horrible waste of time e-mail forwards that your Mum sends you.
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Surviving Jessica Simpson can change your entire worldview.
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I thought it was Scott Stapp but uh, then I heard Scott's dead.
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I was thinking Ryan Adams. That guy's pretty morbid for a guy who writes songs for Tim McGraw.
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I smell a benefit concert
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I don't think Ry Ry would have proper "whom" usage.
It does read like one of those Mom forwards. All it needs is some sort of "go hug a child and watch Oprah" coda.
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