There I was sitting at the coffee shop on the corner of First Street and Washington. It was a rainy and gloomy day, but I was beyond excited to get the inside scoop as to what began the Sunday at Noon journey. As I was sitting there with two coffees on the table a man approached me. To me he looked in his twenties but when he spoke I was taken back the man exclaimed, “Is that for me?” drawn back, I didn’t recognize him but the comical man that approached me was Jack Vanderpol! I laughed hysterically and told him about how I had no idea who he was at first. The reason I didn’t recognize him is due to the fact that I typically only saw him during his shows. When he is performing he typically wears all black clothes with ripped jeans but when he approached me on that day this was not the case. For the interview he was wearing moccasins, joggers with elephants on them and a long sleeve black t-shirt.I was shocked yet at the same slightly relieved to know there is two different sides to him; performer Jack and everyday Jack. Sunday at …show more content…
Jack's response was hefty, he exclaimed,” Sure! When we first started out we were just a band that played at our local church but one day we all kind of just looked at eachother and said “hell why don't we just try our luck at becoming a real band.” At first everyone thought I was crazy but then I started to write songs that we could play and the rest of the church band members started to see what I could see and that is the fact that we could make it as long as we all poured our hearts out into every single practices session and every single gig.” Jack began to tear up and replied by saying, “I'm sorry when I talk about this I get so emotional because it reminds me of how far we have come in regards to this band. It is the main thing that I look forward to in my
Brunvand, Jan Harold. The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends & Their Meanings. New York: W. W. Norton, 1981.
Brunvand, Jan Harold. The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends & Their Meanings. New York: W. W. Norton, 1981.
Brunvand, Jan Harold. The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends & Their Meanings. New York: W. W. Norton, 1981.
Brunvand, Jan Harold. The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends & Their Meanings. New York: W. W. Norton, 1981.
I had a feeling that the night I saw them live for the first time would be a phenomenal one. I had all of these issues bothering me at once and it was the night for me to forget about it all. The moment I knew that my life had really changed because of this band was during their encore. The song was “I Just Want to Sell Out My Funeral”. It was a collaboration of every song on their newest album along with the true message of the whole album at the very end. As I was standing in the crowd, singing my lungs off, the end of the song came with the lyrics, “I’m staring up at the sky, but the bombs keep fucking falling. But I wont’ let him in. No, I won’t let him in.” I was staring up at the ceiling singing these lyrics so loud and I began to cry. I had all of these problems coming after me and they were the devil on my front porch. No matter how hard it was, I never let him in and it was all because of music. After that night, my life only
Brunvand, Jan Harold. The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends & Their Meanings. New York: W. W. Norton, 1981.
“Let’s go for a jog!” I said in excitement. “Don’t fall behind because I had gym today, so my feet are screaming to run again,” Alex jokes. “Then let’s go to the trail before it gets dark,” said Lilly. “On your marks, get set, GO!”
The piercing blare of the alarm clock was enough to wake the dead. Nicholas jolts out of his slumber, his face inches away from the source of the noise. Groggily, he lifts a hand to smack the snooze button, but in doing so misses, the clock tumbling off the nightstand. It clatters to the hardwood floor, skidding a few feet before it is stopped by its own power cord. That it was still intact after its fall was a testament to the sadism of the person who'd created it.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
“Out into the water?” Gemma said, her eyes widening. “ Well, yeah, I mean it’s got an oar and everything.”
So much can happen in a few minutes, to everyone else, it's just a few minutes nothing special, but to me those few minutes were a lifetime... it started when Radiant Hope brought out the crystal heart from her bag, she handed it to me saying, it was the lock that kept the umbra imprisoned, and that smashing it will free the umbra forever... Okay, she didn't say that last part fully since Rabia finished what she was going to say, and a part of me wondered if Hope would have finished her sentence. As I held the crystal heart everything around me didn't seem to matter, I barely even reacted when the main six and her friends went down, my focus was on the heart.
Inside, I was smoldering, and for a moment, everything felt... RED! The windshield wipers squeaked as they whipped furiously back and forth. The sound was almost obnoxious though right now almost everything seemed irritating.
Brunvand, Jan Harold. The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends and Their Meanings. New York: W.W. Norton, 1981.
After the show had ended, I felt slightly empty. I had waited years and months for that night, and it was over in the blink of an eye. Although I was sad that the show was over, I felt completely content. Now, when I hear their songs, I get to remember what it felt like to hear the band perform them live. I can watch the videos and try to wrap my mind around how it was real. Going to my first concert was an unparalleled experience that I will always cherish. The ambiance, the band’s performance and the unity the audience