3 May 2005:

My friend told me I should start this blog. I don't know what to write about. I'm not sure why I agreed to this.

6 May 2005:

I realize I never introduced myself. You can call me S.O. I like music. I like writing lyrics more. I have amnesia. I'm trying to figure out where I'm from. My friend said I sound more depressed in writing than I do in person. Oh well.

7 May 2005:

I was on my walk to work. Something about the city seemed really quiet. Barely anyone was out. I think there was a full moon too. The sky was gray and clear. The street lights blinding. The air smelled like copper and rust. I don't know why I still live here. It's quite boring. I wish I could be somewhere interesting.

10 May 2005:

I was thinking about talking to my friend. He plays guitar and can sing. I want to be able to do that. His lyrics are pretty cliche. Has to do with his bird's singing voice. She's the one who sings for him. I'm not the best lyricist either. But I think I can do better. I want to learn bass.

11 May 2005:

My friend took me to a guitar shop. It was very overwhelming. Guitars were all hung up on the walls like decorations. Intricate designed carpets covered the floor. Music blasting way too loud. My friend was so excited to teach me. He led me to a corner of the store where they kept bass guitars. It was much quieter. Less people. He said "Well, pick one." I took my hat off so I could really see. They were all different colors and some different shapes. I passed by them and inspected each and every one. The one that caught my eye was a deep dark blue one. It had a nearly black body with a gray marble texture on the accent and neck. I picked it off the wall and was surprised at how heavy it was. My friend giggled and took it from my hands. He held it with confidence and strummed it. He tuned it and handed it back to me. "Play something."

15 May 2005:

It's been awhile. I've been busy practicing. It's much harder than I imagined. The strings are far apart and hard to strum just right. My friend works along with my pace. He's not patient, except when teaching me. I'm working on something else too.