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The World Is A Comedy To Those That Think And A Tragedy To Those That Feel..
Created on 2003-05-11 17:39:47 (#1054650), last updated 2006-07-17
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| Name: | Brother Ryan |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 03-09 |
| Location: | Long Beach, California, United States |
| Website: | http://www.ryanduggan.com |
For what it's worth, I don't consider myself much of a songwriter. I don't even consider myself much of a human being. I'm poor. I'm a little bit overweight. I'm highly unstable. I can't touch you with a smile on my face and mean it and I don't really know how to drive a car, but, on rare occasion, when this living mass of pain, passion and poetry come together in the right way and the planets align and Mercury is in retrograde, I can piece together four amazing chords and properly articulate the way it feels to watch the sun come up in the desert or to say goodbye to the only girl who's ever made me smile. All I really need is a pen, my guitar and maybe paint, brushes and canvas.
You see, sometimes things in life hurt too much. They're a little bit too beautiful or too perfect. But they're what true beauty is born out of. I don't know how anyone can reach into those dark corners without letting it overwhelm you and take you over a bit. The emptiness, the insanity, that girl with the wild hair and the red jacket.
I've never really figured out if I had place. I've never been fast enough or pretty enough, but I've always been damn sure that I'd be real enough.
I picked up a guitar a few years back because everything in my life is a beautiful, abrasive, humiliating wreck. I'm overwhelmed and I have this really big heart and these really big dreams and I fall in love at hello. I drink way too much and sleep far too little and write too many songs and fall in love all the time and it probably wrecks my life far more than it should. And I am still dedicated to appreciating that hurt, to scrutinizing it and analyzing it and destroying myself through the right four chords and a bottle of Jack Daniels and a beautiful smile because it's who I am and it comes out of me like some people eat or sleep or breathe.
So, my broke ass has been writing these songs and trying to figure it all out: love, sobriety, God, the absence of pretentiousness and the idea that we're all basically good people living unfulfilled lives. At the end of the day all I am left with is my conscience and what I create. This is going to be mine. My legacy. My trademark. I want this.
I don't punch a clock or wear a tie or know who the hell Armani is. I'm just a guy who grew up listening to Townes Van Zandt, George Harrison and Neil Young and a guy who's never really found what he's looking for. All I want is everything. I want my heart to explode. I want to fall in love. And I want to ride from town to town, place to place, playing these songs. I just want to play. I have to play. It's all that's in my heart. Everything else is really just bullshit, they just market it well on TV.
You see, sometimes things in life hurt too much. They're a little bit too beautiful or too perfect. But they're what true beauty is born out of. I don't know how anyone can reach into those dark corners without letting it overwhelm you and take you over a bit. The emptiness, the insanity, that girl with the wild hair and the red jacket.
I've never really figured out if I had place. I've never been fast enough or pretty enough, but I've always been damn sure that I'd be real enough.
I picked up a guitar a few years back because everything in my life is a beautiful, abrasive, humiliating wreck. I'm overwhelmed and I have this really big heart and these really big dreams and I fall in love at hello. I drink way too much and sleep far too little and write too many songs and fall in love all the time and it probably wrecks my life far more than it should. And I am still dedicated to appreciating that hurt, to scrutinizing it and analyzing it and destroying myself through the right four chords and a bottle of Jack Daniels and a beautiful smile because it's who I am and it comes out of me like some people eat or sleep or breathe.
So, my broke ass has been writing these songs and trying to figure it all out: love, sobriety, God, the absence of pretentiousness and the idea that we're all basically good people living unfulfilled lives. At the end of the day all I am left with is my conscience and what I create. This is going to be mine. My legacy. My trademark. I want this.
I don't punch a clock or wear a tie or know who the hell Armani is. I'm just a guy who grew up listening to Townes Van Zandt, George Harrison and Neil Young and a guy who's never really found what he's looking for. All I want is everything. I want my heart to explode. I want to fall in love. And I want to ride from town to town, place to place, playing these songs. I just want to play. I have to play. It's all that's in my heart. Everything else is really just bullshit, they just market it well on TV.
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