Wednesday, November 22, 2006

No Title

A Poem... for the season.



Feeling a bit woozy?
Time to get choosy.

Decorate your houses, lawns, and trees.

Talk about the past
But don't worry, that won't last

Time for gifts, egg nog, and families.

The holidays come every year
The memories bring us joy and cheer
Or perhaps even a little tear.
Perhaps even many tears.

But the point to the holidays
For those of you that care,
Is to come together in many ways
Doesn't matter if its here or there.

Family
Friends
Friends that are family,
Dogs
Cats
And the fishes.
Trees
Lights
Turkey and ham
Presents
Santa
Carolers singing

No matter who comes together,
Here or there
We all come together
Because we all are aware

It's the Holiday Season! Rejoice! The fun has begun!
Let us sing songs and make memories,
For future seasons to come.

Let us bring joy and cheerfulness unto others
And have a happy holiday time of year.
I'm buying snowboard stuff for my brother,
Because I told that's what he wanted, by mother dear. =)


....Wow that last line was pushing it a little.

Happy holidays, everyone. Party time!

Friday, November 17, 2006

Unique Reflections from Bubbles in my Coffee

Snap.

Like the straw that broke the camel's back... just one more thing could make me snap.

Snap.

Like waking up from a nightmare... the rush of blood to my head as I snap upright.

Snap.

Like opening my eyes for the first time... everything looking clear and perfect.

Snap.

Like suddenly understanding everything ahead of me, my past, my present... my future, in an instant - understanding my entire world, the worlds around me... the millions of worlds on this earth, and how they all relate to me. Like standing up for the first time in ages... it took some time to work my way to my feet. But this time...

Snap.

***************

Feeling a little pressure, the year is coming to a close. I stared in my coffee for a few seconds and saw myself in hundreds of different angles in the little bubbles in the mug. I looked up at a computer screen, that was blurry at this point, a fury of emails and tasks and work... some familiar faces, some I'm doing work for... whom I've never met. I'm enraged. I'm confused. I'm lost.

I got up and walked slowly to the restroom. Took a piss and then washed my hands and face... stood back and stared at myself in the mirror. I turned, took another look at myself in the full length mirror on the side. "Look at me," I said, not the outside... no... the outside has always needed work. What I needed to see was what was behind the surface... I needed to see the inside of me. I've never really been able to see that. "Look at me," I said... I was frustrated.

Confusion is a clog in the drain. Water can get through but it is slowed by gunk and mess and crap from the past. Such as life, your brain gets clogged with gunk and crap from your past, causing you confusion. "Who am I?" I asked myself.... I'm Justin fucking Chapin, is who I am. I am a rock. I am rock solid from years of upbringing and months of rough military training. I am a rock from experience with many different people, good and evil. I am a rock from Boy Scouts and ridicule, a rock from ever-so-hated practice... from being in my Brother's shadow or not being good enough for myself. A rock, that stands here and will not budge, will not flex. I am a rock that has broken hearts, broken minds, and I've broken into tears... I've lived through financial heartache, almost being homeless if it wasn't for my gracious parents or a reliable Serena Murno. I am a rock because I am who I am, and I know that. I know that I am this because of my past.

Insert Drano here.

I snapped back into place, gave myself a present arms, an about face... and stepped smartly to the door.

Ambient downtempo house music fills my ears... watching as planes take off from the small airport down the street from my office at lunch. Business men and women in their corporate jets, pilot training, small props take off and give me and fellow watchers a mini air show. I was joined by two other cars... I wasn't the first to ever think of this form of therapy I guess. The two other cars and I sat in silence, munching on hamburgers and fries, just glazed. A corporate jet took off, roaring down the hot runway... blazing a mirage-like blur from the afterburners behind it, the landing gear nestling itself into the hull... the sound shaking my inner core. I closed my eyes... a quick REM cycle... didn't make it that far.

Snap.

Turned the car back on and headed back to the office. Blurred vision. I check my phone three times, 5 seconds apart... no texts. I sit down at my desk and click refresh 15 times... no emails.

I leaned back, blurred vision. Confusion has clogged up my brain drain pipes again. Two things waited for me to do, I did them, on auto-pilot... I know this place so well I can do the everyday tasks in my sleep. I can do everything in my sleep. I've mastered everything I do to my satisfaction and it bores me. I needed a challenge. I require an adventure.

I had one. How about making it through the rest of this year without another episode of self-doubt and denial? How about sitting back and relaxing through the holiday season without bursting into a rage like last year?

What do I have to be thankful for? My family, for starters... the always-helping, always-cheerful bunch of assholes that we are. Friends? Yeah I can thank them, too. When they're around and not running for cover when something goes wrong. I can thank the ones that will always be there... even after years of strife and issues... still there. I can thank the ones that show nothing but appreciation.... and I show nothing but appreciation for that. For friends, that are forgiving, that are fearless to stand up to me. That give me the tough love, or the sweet love, depending on the situation. The friends I consider family, I am thankful for them... even if we haven't talked in months, even if I may not agree with every choice they make... I love them.

So many plans... so many things I have planned for me and my friends, my family.. plans that I will never carry out. One plan... one plan that I will is my appreciation for them. I will show them. I will prove it to them. I must not be doing that enough if they sometimes think negatively of me. Even if sometimes I don't make the best decisions, they can still think positive of me... I want them to. I've lost too many friends because of that. I've been hurt... way too many times.

Snap.

The final minutes in my day click away, as I sat here working... I check my phone 27 more times... no texts. I clicked my email refresh 100 more times... someone won't be in next week because of the Holidays. I bet there's good reason for that. Good family, good friends, things to be thankful for. A reason to take three days from work to share in the beginning of this 2006 holiday season. A time to reflect upon yourself and find what truly sits deep within you. To finally find that inspiration and just go get it. Whether its a super star, a doctor, a lawyer, or a house wife... to just go get it. Stop this mess.

Insert Drano here.

Another night at the blue tonight. No going out, down to 20 days left before the drinking restriction I placed on myself will end. Then it's party time, a Patron and Bud light. The Blue isn't going out, it's going in. Into a zone that I enjoy... working on something I enjoy, talking to people online I enjoy talking to. No fights, skirmishes... disagreements, problems, stressful and confusing situations. It's my brain, buried in headphones pumping out trance and downtempo, sipping on coffee that warms me all the way down.

I have things to be thankful for. A girl... a girl that is so much a part of my life... sometimes its easy to forget when she lives 2,647 miles away. I will see her again soon... the good times we will have... memories only harden our friendship even more. A rock solid friendship... I can be thankful for her.

It's clear now, what I must do.

I hope you all have a safe, prosperous, and special holiday season... seems to start earlier every year, soon we'll be gearing up for it before Halloween. Listen for the announcement of the official launch of my radio station on the Internet, Groove AZ Radio... which is continually being delayed for too many reasons. It will be perfect when it launches. I've had my practice... it's time to execute.

To my friends, family, and friends that are family... cheers. The birthday is coming soon.

Have a day.

Monday, November 13, 2006

24d 13h 02m 27s

Is about how much time I have left until I can have my first drink of alcohol again.

I've learned an awful lot the past couple months, it's strange because... I was never a big drinker. I could get drunk if I wanted to or if I knew I could and I would be safe... but I never really did. Had my two beers, maybe a shot if someone bought for me, that was it. I never got crazy, never got loud and nuts. Just liked being me... in control.

I like being in control... I'm focused. I'm aware, I can see all and understand all. When people drink they tend to lose control and I guess I'm just not comfortable with that happening all the time.

But what I learned is... it's OK to lose some control. That's the point! The point is the release of energy, of stress. It's the feeling that you don't have any worries for just a moment. The key is, learning the balance between being in control and being out of control... that very thin line where you can release a little stress, relax a little bit, but still know whats going on and being coherent.

I learned that you stick out like a sore thumb if you're alone, and not drinking, at any bar or club in the US. Doesn't matter where you are, if you aren't with anyone, and you aren't drinking - you are by definition, a loser. And I think that's the dumbest philosophy on earth.

BUT - what I also found is that the many times I was alone at a given bar drinking coke - that even if I'm with a bunch of people - I'm still alone.

Which is why I don't go out that often these days. I'm not on their level - and they'll treat you that way, too. It's almost like people can't have fun without drinking. So I feel like the party pooper cause I'm "the good boy" trying to support my own cause.

I used to be the party starter...

So... these 90 days have taught me a lot. Being sober has helped me do a lot of thinking, a lot of feeling... a lot of planning. I'm more in control of my life and soon... very soon I'll be able to lose a little bit of that control again. I'll be able to release. I've had an awful lot of build up!

And now I know, now I see what that line is between control and out of control. I know how to approach it and how to handle it. I'm stronger now because of my choice.

I found the true friends... the ones that still want to hang out with me even if I don't drink. The ones that don't mind if I still come to a bar even if I don't drink. The ones that won't drink at all or won't drink that much with me... just to make me feel equal. The ones that appreciate the 90 day designated driver job that I've taken on. I'm not a freak cause I don't drink, I made a choice. A choice that was very tough for me, but the reward will be worth it.

The alcohol money that I haven't been using has been going to two things, paying off my credit card, because the sooner I do that the sooner I can go to the East Coast... and my vinyl record fund. Which will be spent on new records that I have been waiting so very long for. I'm getting a lot of 50 from ebay, all trance. Then I'm going shopping for specifics at the local spots.

I'm excited. My birthday weekend is December 7th through the 12th. Who cares what day my actual birthday is... it's the whole fuckin weekend!!

See you in the ocean,
J*

Friday, November 03, 2006

What Ed Said

It's funny, because if you aren't careful, someone you may not even know can change your life in an hour or two, if you let them.

I come to you all, late at night, after coming home early from the bars because my brother wanted to crash. I was his DD... seeing that I haven't drank in almost two months now, I tend to be DD - all the time.

I met him out at Sugar Daddy's... a local smash hit with people that know better about clubs these days. A low-key, simple spot with a lot of room, and plenty of fun. They have great food, great music... it's pretty much your all-encompassing good time.

If you drink.

But I don't right now... so having a good time becomes a tad harder to do.

So after just sitting there while my brother chatted up with all of his co-workers... I decided to try to become a part of the conversation.

This is when Brian introduced me to Ed. Ed is a film director. He's not, however - a successful film director... yet. By the end of the night, though, I found that he will be one day.

But that's not the important part. A conversation took off out of thin air that turned into a discussion... that then progressed quickly into a deep, thought out debate and continued to grow from there. To finally, the resolution of the whole night that became what is and what will be a conversation I will never forget.

It's time to jump.

Feel free to go ahead and be cynical. This blog will not be for everyone... in fact... it's only for those that are willing to listen - with an open mind and have a little optimism.

I want you to ask yourself four questions:

1. What do I do?
2. How did I get here?
3. Do I like it?
4. What would I have done different, given the chance again.

We have found, that in this world there is what 99% of the people in this world do... and then there's the 1%, who know what everyone else is doing, and guide them to do it every day. These few select people are the people we trust and go to, all the time... for guidance, for direction, for knowledge, for hope. These people are your teachers, and your artists, and your inspiration. While they all have similar responsibilities... we're going to talk tonight, about art, and the artist.

First let's think INSIDE the "box." The box is the place where we live, work, play... every day... our same measly lives that is a part of a whole unit, a workplace, a common goal between all of us. We are taught by the people that are at the top of our lives, that we need to think "outside the box." Why? Because we have to... without stepping outside of the flock, you will always go with the flow and nothing new will happen.

Ever.

But, since we're in the box... let's focus on that for right now.

Everyday, we, as a nation... a globe. We get up and we do the things we HAVE to do. The things we must do because we are told they are right. We are told they are the way we must act, live, and dream. We wake up, convince ourselves that this is how it works, we make our beds, drive to work, practically KILL ourselves... go home, make dinner, go to bed. Some people also occasionally go out to a bar, they go out to eat... but that's all still just... normal. You're supposed to do all that.

That's what's in the box... normalcy. The everyday thing we know how to do.

In the box there's a lot of things... things to do and see... there's ads in newspapers and on TV and radio, billboard signs. Things that are making you think... that are SUGGESTING to your subconscious about what choices you should make when you feel a certain way, when you require a certain item.

All included in your very own box.

When you realize how MUCH of it there is... you're on your first step to stepping out of the box.

That's when magic happens. That's when all of a sudden things become very clear about what you believe in, what you care about, and what you want. All of a sudden, you're no longer hanging with the pack... no... now you're an individual. You're different. You don't see life just like anyone else's... you see your life as your own, and you may start seeing how you can make it BE your own.

OK, that was a whole lot of rambling... so let's get back on subject.

Maybe we'll talk a little bit about my story, and how it relates to Ed's story.

For a while, I knew that I loved music. I knew that somehow I wanted it to be a part of my life, but wasn't sure how to go about it - certainly wasn't sure if I could actually DO it. So, almost like nature intended, I joined the 99% and got a few jobs, simply dreaming of what I could be.

Slowly but surely, however - my dreams began driving me to ask questions...

What am I doing?
Why am I here?
Do I like what I'm doing?
What should I be doing different?

Then it hit me - I was trapped. Trapped in a job behind a desk, relying on each paycheck, hoping the day would come something will just fall in my lap that will allow me to just go.

Yeah, right.

My interest from music began to grow; theater and production, as well. It wasn't until a faithful day, a Tuesday, that I won tickets to go see some DJ in concert. By this time I had already entertained the idea of becoming a DJ, but I convinced myself that there was no way in to the business. That was, until I won those tickets.

I stood there in the office of Energy 92.7/101.1, waiting for my winnings. To the side, I noticed something, an ad, for a Disc Jockey 101 course at Scottsdale Community College.

DJ 101?

It took me a while... I did a lot of thinking that night holding that card in my hand. I stared at it and read the outline over and over again. I talked to my brother about, a couple friends about it... they weren't any help. Then I took a look at my life... music... technology... I so loved watching the DJ in action... could it be? Could it... YES! YES THAT'S IT!!

I was going to become a DJ, because it's what I want to do.

This is what Ed called the "epiphany stage." When you all of a sudden realize that yes, this is what you want to do, and you will stop at nothing to do it. It was like everything cleared right up. No more questions. No more quests. I knew what I was supposed to do.

The very next day I signed up for that class.

I signed up for that class, and about two months later, I began working for SKM Entertainment.

*************

When looking back on that moment, I was so... READY. I was way ahead of myself and I realized recently that things take longer than we want them to. Things take time, and this road is hard, it's windy, it's narrow at points... we have to trek down them carefully.

But this conversation with Ed couldn't have come at a better time. He was spot-on about EVERYTHING I was going through... and he reassured me that I was heading in the right direction. That I'll know when it's time to jump, but I will have to jump, in order to go anywhere.
I haven't jumped yet. Not ready to. It is time, the time in my life that I need to take that jump... but I need to be secure. Not secure that when I jump that I'll land safely on the bottom, no, secure that I'm ready to jump. Tonight was pretty convincing, however, that I'm getting close to that point.

We'll talk about the jumping analogy in a minute.

It's about sacrifice. Are we, as artists, willing to sacrifice our lives for humanity? That's what we do, right? It's not about the money with me - shit DJ's don't make any - I LOVE bringing people joy, LOVE it. Not just on a personal level - I have close friends for that. I'm talking about a broad level, a massive level, knowing I'm connecting some how with thousands or even millions of people... bringing them joy... wow. What a feeling.

The Dave Matthews Concert this year. Amazing. The awesome effects that Dave has on me - you don't realize that others share that same feeling with you sometimes. That's because they don't want you to feel that, yet. Take a look around a concert as big as that... you'll start noticing how they create this world for you... it's amazing. It starts with the lights, the lights are off, and naturally our eyes will focus on where the light is. So we focus on what is happening on the stage. The band has the ability to capture us, with its lights and sound, it captures us and puts us in a little bit of a trance. You all of a sudden become an individual.. the people you came with, the things happening, people around you... they all go away, and it's just you, and the band.

They have you hangin by a thread. It doesn't matter by this point what Dave says up there, every time he opens his mouth people will cheer their hearts out. They will cheer at every violin solo from Boyd Tinsley, every sax riff from LeRoy Moore. They cheer because they are captured. You are an individual.

You are no longer in the box.

Until, at one point in the concert, that peak moment when everyone is as joyful as they can be - the lights come on, the lights flash from the stage to everyone else... all of a sudden - you aren't alone - but now you're with 40,000 of your closest friends. This... this is an awesome feeling. No one, is in the box.

That's what I want. I want that. I want people to be captured, entranced. I want people to cheer their hearts out and find their individuality. I want people to be happy, happy because of me.

Why does Dave have it and I don't? They've figured it out. They know what it takes.

We are all bound by one thing. One thing makes us one person...

What gets us dancing, huh? What keeps us moving? It's the beat. Dave has figured that out. Carter Beauford is an absolute genius behind the drums. Why is the beat so important?

Because we all have one... our hearts.

Sometimes the beat is slower, more flowing, relaxed... sometimes the beat is higher, more energized. It's up to the band to find out where our natural beat is, and capitalize on it.

********

As you can clearly see, there was a lot to this conversation. We went in depth about everything. Two hours worth... went by in a flash. It sounds kinda random and all over the place I'm sure... eh... it happens.

But one part stood out for me, and I'm going to tell Ed's story, the analogy of the transition between doing what you have to do and doing what you really want to do...

Picture yourself standing on a cliff. Behind you, are 100 people telling you, "Don't look over that cliff, that's bad don't look over there."

But you look... if you're asking yourselves the right questions, oh hell yeah you'll look. You want to know what's down there. You almost have to know whats down there. It seems so far, why would anyone jump? We're perfectly safe up here on the cliff, no one gets hurt, we live on... the 100 people agree.

But then there's that one person, that person either inside of you or close to you... that one that says... "why the fuck wouldn't you jump? What if you never knew what was down there and you miss out on a whole new amazing life?"

Good advice.

Some people will look over that ledge all their lives and never jump, some take years before they jump... the smart people... they jump now.

So, leaving that 100 people behind you take a deep breath, spread your arms to the sky and leap your hardest off the cliff.

And you fall.

And you fall.

And you FALL.

AND YOU FALL!

You fall and continue to fall... the whole time falling you wonder... oh shit - did I make a mistake?

Then boom... you hit the water in the river below... but you don't know how to swim yet.

But you learn. This is what you wanted to you better damn well learn how to at least tread water. So you kick your legs and flap your arms and you can see the light and the break in the water... you reach the top.... WHOOOSH... a huge breath pours in and you made it. Your head is above water. You want to scream back at the 100 people now looking at you and laughing... you want to tell them that you made it, that you're still alive...

But they can't hear you. Good riddance.

The river begins to take you. It's tough at first because you're just learning to swim. The river is windy and rapid... increasing in speed and throwing new challenges at you along the way. But you want this... you took the jump so you learn. You deal with it.

So you continue on, the water getting faster, things more intense until... a water fall...

You fly down the waterfall, certain that this will be your demise... which sucks because you were getting so good at it. You fall and fall some more and then you hit the water below...

This is it... the final test. If you survive you have made it. You have reached the place where you want to be. If you don't... you will die. So you withstand the beating of the waterfall above you. You swim beyond the falling tides and you find yourself in calmer waters... so, you look up, take a deep breath... and what you see before you?

The Ocean. And its wide open for your taking. Nicely done, baby.

You look back, you can't even see those 100 people from before. You're on to new adventures and there's people along the way that will be there for you. Nicely done, baby.

You've made it.

*******

So to sum everything up. It's become very clear to me what I want. I want it all. I want the whole deal, and very soon... very soon I'm gonna take the jump. Make the plunge.

I told ya all it took was some inspiration....

See you in the ocean,
J*