here we go....

The allure of participating in the blog community has become too intense to resist. Having recently been introduced to this form, revelling in the role of and simply participating as a voyeur has become somewhat counter-productive and paradoxical: I have far too much to say and want the opportunity to voice my opinion when I choose! I have no illusions as far as this space goes, and neither should you. My space, my voice, my truths - mediated by language. Perhaps a meaningless attempt to describe the ineffable. Who the hell knows? I guess the best way to approach this and remain as "truthful" as possible is to disregard the "audience" and treat this space as a personal journal of sorts. Who knows, maybe all the information and crap posted on here will allow me to organize my thoughts in such way that I will able to continue working on that put-off-for-far-too-long-just-have-no-inspiration piece of literature that resides somewhere within. Me, myself and I. My own private Idaho. Ha! So, without further adieu, here we go....


My "handle" - ChrryBlstr - several possible interpretations - let the mystery remain.

The name of this place - Cigarette Songs - derived from the title of one of my old band's songs - one of the few that I actually sang lead in - kind of appropos, I thought.

My first post - Well, it would be only fitting that it be an old ramble about a summertime love, of course!


A summer story

i love you….i’ve always loved you….the voice trailed off…it was me i didn’t believe in….time and again….you told me….one of your rules….you never go back….the beginning….the fall….the end….

maybe it was because summer was near….summer was here….

or perhaps it was how they met….by chance….fate….destiny….two souls wandering….not really in search of anything….colliding….amidst all the confusion….the most unbelievable medium….happen chance….
coincidental….pure luck….a simple hi….are you a friend of….have you seen….the exact words uttered….forgotten….so long ago….
yesterday….they were insignificant…. interchangeable….
unimportant….yet….they were key….these simple words….the chance meeting….the second or third glance….they began….the tale of that summer….

spectacular….fantastic….wonderful….tiring of time worn clichés….
qualifying vernacular notwithstanding….attempting to explain to others how their respective summers were unfolding….when questioned….in love….two simple words explained it the best….the beauty of it all….the allure….the simplicity….it was summer….

beautiful….classy….demure….tough….pristine….innocent….
unparalleled....sitting prettily atop that vestibule….laying claim to his pedestal….unbeknownst to even her….or maybe she knew….
unfailing….loyal….cool….the ultimate….prize….unattainable….to anyone else….she was in love….her first….his….summertime….

rough….gentle….hot….freaky….athletic….witty….diverse….a contradiction of terms….rock & roll, matters, deal with it….his battle cry….placing her on that pedestal….with care….conviction….he was hers to treasure….only her….brilliant….untouchable….unaffected….
unabashed arrogant self-absorption….gorgeous….he was in love….like never before….hers….summertime….

opposites attract….so much alike….lovefool….chrry blstr….infectious smiles….long flowing tresses….to die for….sexy….i will remember you….sunrise in toronto….intoxicating scents….black cherry nail polish….chumbawumba….lingering touch….lips so soft….
combustible….shapely….black leather jacket….ponytails….
tattoos….seductive glances….sunrise by the harbour….will you remember me….yuca city….hardbody….kick-ass boots….smothering kisses….banana splits….black cherry lipstick….sunset by the bay….
avant garde….weep not for the memories….multi-tasking….
sunset in san francisco….body piercing….benson & hedges gold….
romeo and juliet….honkers….unbridled romance….that summer….

do you like american music….bleed a little while tonight….face painted cigarette white…it’s such a gorgeous sight to see you eat in the middle of the night….lost inside those big brown eyes….in the playground behind our past….i just want to make love to you on some dark rainy street somewhere….slowly now we begin to move….echoes of reggae coming through my bedroom wall.…been around the world and found that only stupid people were breeding….everybody’s happy when the dead come home….don’t let me down gently no don’t let me down at all….what the hell am i doing here….you have changed but i still feel the same….i stumbled out in the world for you….together in electric dreams….the end of innocence….the end of summer….

much too difficult….impossible….click….betrayal.…the wonder years….happy when it rains….a myriad of broken dreams….as the statue falls to the floor….how good it feels to be alone tonight….
communication breakdown….never tell anybody too much because you’ll start missing them when they’re gone….never before….never again….holden….a painful lesson learned….the fall….the end….