And so it began

April 24, 2004

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay,
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul,
As the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
And all I taught her was everything...
I know she gave me all that she wore...

And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds,
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black...
...tattooed everything.

I take a walk outside,
I'm surrounded by some kids at play.
I can feel their laughter,
so why do I sear?
And twisted thoughts that spin around my head...
I'm spinnin'...I'm spinnin'...
How quick the sun can drop away.

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass,
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black...
...tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black...
...tattooed all I see... all that I am... all I'll be.

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star...
...in somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?

From Pearl Jam's Black

In 1993 I bought my very first album, Pearl Jam's Ten. I was 13 years old. I tagged along with my father to a Peaches music store in Orlando where he let me get Ten and Nirvana's In Utero. So began what can only be described as an obsession with all things music. How fitting that my first album ever remains one of the most powerful, potent, and personally relevant records in my entire 4000+ album collection. While every song on Ten is a classic, Black has always been my favorite.

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