There’s something magical about this scene. Aaron with his guitar, an impromptu concert and a cop. One of my favorite Christmas songs. “No clever talk nor gift to bring requires our lowly, lovely king. Come you empty handed you don’t need anything.”
It’s like this: No one is writing lyrics like Aaron Weiss. No one. Well maybe Dan Smith of Listener, but apart from those two, there is a void. The first verse to the song goes as follows.
“February 8th, 1878
South of Trout Creek, west of Cedar Lake
On a winding mountain trail of the North Pacific Union Rail
The snow arrived on time, the circus train was running late
Rip spot’s past and all the knuckles worn,
Firebox bursting to the running boards
A pounding in his chest, crushing like a cider press
The hogger rode the throttle ‘round the bender like a flank-strapped horse”
“We’re like children dressing in our parents’ clothes.” in a song called: “A glass can only spill what it contains.”
I have been feeling like this lately; that my feeble attempts to be grown up leave me looking like a fool in clothes way too big for me.
My name is Tyler Strittmatter. I am a student at Bowling Green State University in Ohio studying Journalism. I have started blogs before and ran with them for a while, but then they died down. I think the main reason is because people were always trying to tell me what to do. “You have make sure your blog is a niche market and has a very specific focus,” is what people told me.
Well I am tired of that because I do not want to look at one thing. I do not want a blog just about guitars, or music, or writing or anything too narrow. I want to talk about it all, sure there will be a lot about music but I want it to be more than that. I want to discuss life and share things that inspire me.
This blog will be self-serving because everything is to some degree. You cannot have pure altruism. Even when you give something away and expect nothing back you still get joy from giving , so you ultimately do get something in return. It will be self-serving because I want to keep all my ideas in one place and a blog seems like a reasonable place for an “idea journal” that has multi-media elements.
I called it “piece of stritt” because my last name is Strittmatter and it is a play on the one insult grade school kids had for me, “Shitmatter.” So here is my self-deprecating revenge to those light-up shoe tricksters who could turn any name into something terrible, but I am not bitter (not too much anyway). The reason the Brooklyn Bridge is in the background is because that is where I want to be all the time. It represents something beautiful and at the same time something tough and gritty and I love that contrast. So here goes nothing as we “fly headlong into the blazing unknown,” together or maybe it will just be me throwing shit matter at the wall and seeing what sticks.