What a Waste... was written in utter anger. Someone (who's name I'm leaving out of this for obvious reasons) really pissed me off one night, made me feel insignificant. So you will see one verse where it seems as if someone is being shut out of the world. This was the main reasoning behind it. |
The Inevitable Breakup was almost a collaboration of myself and my friend Joel, who I met in EF in 1998. We were in a group for a massive design project with two others. Well these two started dating (in the story, it's Rod & Shelly). I'm Stan, and Joel is Cole (nice rhyming... Joel came up with the names -- good work Joel!). Anyway, it's more of a tale about the first few weeks of their romance. |
nothing. was written on a Saturday morning (although the date does not reflect this), after I had been SO drunk the night before that I was still feeling a tad bit ill. Anyway, I woke up early so I could do my laundry (necessity at that point I remember). I was still under the weather, and the small cold room that the laundry machines are in was no comfort. And then throw in the spinning dryers and it was a fun filled morning. I sat out in the hall and wrote this while my clothes were drying. I made it a point to leave the laundry concept out of it, cause I felt that it was more powerful without that "prior knowledge". Things like "flickering" are references to the overhead fluorescent lighting, the spinning is an obvious one, and any references to cold are all relevant to the temperature of the room. Quite a simplistic poem actually. Hope you liked it. I LOVED writing that one. |