Endless Meghan Warner's Blog
October 25, 2017
You Can't Save Him.
the tightness of a jaw accompanied by cold eyes curious about your day.
no matter how soft your caress is of this face, he'll never loosen enough to let you in.
he'll fuck you, make love to you.
he will never be capable of an emotional connection.
sadness you feel, is a bump in his solitary road.
no matter how soft your caress is of this face, he'll never loosen enough to let you in.
he'll fuck you, make love to you.
he will never be capable of an emotional connection.
sadness you feel, is a bump in his solitary road.
You Can't Save Him.
the tightness of a jaw accompanied by cold eyes curious about your day.
no matter how soft your caress is of this face, he'll never loosen enough to let you in.
he'll fuck you, make love to you.
he will never be capable of an emotional connection.
sadness you feel, is a bump in his solitary road.
no matter how soft your caress is of this face, he'll never loosen enough to let you in.
he'll fuck you, make love to you.
he will never be capable of an emotional connection.
sadness you feel, is a bump in his solitary road.
September 9, 2016
An Article I wrote
My friend Deseret (Playtime Posse L.A.) invited me to write an article about one of our favorite bands, Manhattan Murder Mystery.
September 6, 2016
DIY Rant
I've always been a "DIY"/"upcycle" person. My grandma survived the Depression and taught me to make new uses of things other people would just throw away.
I've also always been the type to do anything I desired despite people telling me I was crazy and it wouldn't work.
I decided I was tired of rejections and people telling me there is no market for the things I write and I should sell out, so I created 2121 Books and self published a book.
Cue the cheers, hugs, slaps on the back, the "good job"s "congrats"s and other kind words.
But now the dust has settled and it's time for me to decide what to do with my company and my book. The obvious thing is to get it out there. So, I started a search for indie/DIY/self-publishing blogs, magazines, and podcasts that cover all aspects of art. What I found is an internet full of DIY/indie music blogs with an occasional art (paint, etc) department.
I did manage to get a response from a self publishing podcast who told me they're not interested in me or my company because I'm too early in the process and they're more interested in "successful" individuals and companies.
It's been a discouraging ride through as I have also carried my "one-stop-shop" (briefcase of merchandise) to bookstores and events, I have been turned down several times or offered to leave my items as a "free" item.
I take a step back and breathe. I've been here before. I've been here before as a writer as an artist looking for my identity. I've been here as an avid fan of music, but not a musician. I write about music as a fan instead of a musician. I write about the DIY music/art scene that I'm a part of as a writer.
I've reached out to music blogs to offer a new view on music because I come from a unique place among (as they say in Decline of the Western Civilization) the cockroaches of the world.
No response.
I struggle every day I hustle my art, my writing, my company to be taken seriously as an artist because writing is so often not seen as an art form.
My theory behind this is so many people picking up a pen or laptop and typing out a mundane, cookie cutter story and being able to put out the money for these "self publishing" companies that are hounding my phone trying to sell me on their packages that would cost me three times what it cost me to actually self publish by doing it myself.
But let's remember, the only art form worthy of exposure in blogs, magazines, podcasts, etc is music. Unless you're successful. Just be successful and you'll be recognized for doing it yourself.
FYI, I don't actually believe that.
I've also always been the type to do anything I desired despite people telling me I was crazy and it wouldn't work.
I decided I was tired of rejections and people telling me there is no market for the things I write and I should sell out, so I created 2121 Books and self published a book.
Cue the cheers, hugs, slaps on the back, the "good job"s "congrats"s and other kind words.
But now the dust has settled and it's time for me to decide what to do with my company and my book. The obvious thing is to get it out there. So, I started a search for indie/DIY/self-publishing blogs, magazines, and podcasts that cover all aspects of art. What I found is an internet full of DIY/indie music blogs with an occasional art (paint, etc) department.
I did manage to get a response from a self publishing podcast who told me they're not interested in me or my company because I'm too early in the process and they're more interested in "successful" individuals and companies.
It's been a discouraging ride through as I have also carried my "one-stop-shop" (briefcase of merchandise) to bookstores and events, I have been turned down several times or offered to leave my items as a "free" item.
I take a step back and breathe. I've been here before. I've been here before as a writer as an artist looking for my identity. I've been here as an avid fan of music, but not a musician. I write about music as a fan instead of a musician. I write about the DIY music/art scene that I'm a part of as a writer.
I've reached out to music blogs to offer a new view on music because I come from a unique place among (as they say in Decline of the Western Civilization) the cockroaches of the world.
No response.
I struggle every day I hustle my art, my writing, my company to be taken seriously as an artist because writing is so often not seen as an art form.
My theory behind this is so many people picking up a pen or laptop and typing out a mundane, cookie cutter story and being able to put out the money for these "self publishing" companies that are hounding my phone trying to sell me on their packages that would cost me three times what it cost me to actually self publish by doing it myself.
But let's remember, the only art form worthy of exposure in blogs, magazines, podcasts, etc is music. Unless you're successful. Just be successful and you'll be recognized for doing it yourself.
FYI, I don't actually believe that.
August 16, 2016
Music
I was sitting on a rickety stool at the Church (of Fun) Saturday night after my debut as a featured storyteller of BUSted listening to Veterans of Future Wars play. They opened with two new songs and I was blown away.
I sat there thinking about the time I was sitting on the floor waiting for Nashville Brothers to start and watching Robert Quijano's music video debut. I was there for the shooting of it, it was so beautiful, I wanted to cry both in the moment of being in the video and watching it.
Writing my stories and books, I have playlists I listen to, but the songs that inspire them the most are unrecorded and I only know because I experience them, I can remember how I feel in the moment, how the room smelled in the Church that night, how it felt to have Mateo slide up next to me on the floor so he laid on his belly his ass tucked under my knee.
I would love so much to share these songs with you in a playlist, but they are but a memory, so all I can do is offer you a story.
I sat there thinking about the time I was sitting on the floor waiting for Nashville Brothers to start and watching Robert Quijano's music video debut. I was there for the shooting of it, it was so beautiful, I wanted to cry both in the moment of being in the video and watching it.
Writing my stories and books, I have playlists I listen to, but the songs that inspire them the most are unrecorded and I only know because I experience them, I can remember how I feel in the moment, how the room smelled in the Church that night, how it felt to have Mateo slide up next to me on the floor so he laid on his belly his ass tucked under my knee.
I would love so much to share these songs with you in a playlist, but they are but a memory, so all I can do is offer you a story.
August 11, 2016
At the End of the Day
I'm at work today instead of going to class. Yes, I'm the worst student ever, but this is the problem with sending a "down-with-the-man" free spirited punk to a hippie college. By "send" I mean I didn't look close enough at the school. At the end of my first quarter, the instructor of Education Foundations told us "You can get lost in all the courses offered here, I encourage you to get a lost at least once."
I was sitting there thinking "mofo, I been lost enough in my life, I don't need to do it here."
I took on school to get the degree and follow through on an escape from LA plan. Along the way, I took a turn and launched my company early. During that launch I was overwhelmed with support and love. With that support and love, I nested farther into LA. Come October, I'll have been nesting in this city for ten years.
Ten years of wild turns, tears, car accidents, broken hearts, heavy hearts, swelling hearts, laughs, drunken nights, sober nights, the best nights, the worst nights, road trips, pizza...
At the end of the day, I'm not lost, but I don't know where I'm going, but I know it won't be boring.
I was sitting there thinking "mofo, I been lost enough in my life, I don't need to do it here."
I took on school to get the degree and follow through on an escape from LA plan. Along the way, I took a turn and launched my company early. During that launch I was overwhelmed with support and love. With that support and love, I nested farther into LA. Come October, I'll have been nesting in this city for ten years.
Ten years of wild turns, tears, car accidents, broken hearts, heavy hearts, swelling hearts, laughs, drunken nights, sober nights, the best nights, the worst nights, road trips, pizza...
At the end of the day, I'm not lost, but I don't know where I'm going, but I know it won't be boring.
