What Ever Happened To My Lunchbox?

Streams of rantings based on that which stems from laziness and procrastination.

LOS ANGELES (AP) -- LeRoi Moore, the versatile saxophonist whose signature staccato fused jazz and funk overtones onto the eclectic sound of the Dave Matthews Band, died Tuesday of complications from injuries he suffered in an all-terrain vehicle accident, the band said. He was 46.

Moore died at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center, where he was admitted with complications that arose weeks after the June 30 wreck, according to a statement on the band's Web site. It did not specify what led to his death, and nursing supervisor Galina Shinder said the hospital could not release details.

On June 30, Moore crashed his ATV on his farm outside Charlottesville, Va., but was discharged and returned to his Los Angeles home to begin physical therapy. Complications forced him back to the hospital on July 17, the band said.

The band went on with its show Tuesday night at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, where lead singer Dave Matthews acknowledged Moore's death to the crowd after the first song.

"It's always easier to leave than be left," Matthews told the crowd, according to Ambrosia Healy, the band's publicist. "We appreciate you all being here."

Saxophonist Jeff Coffin, who played with Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, had been sitting in for Moore during the band's summer tour.

Moore, who wore dark sunglasses at the bands' many live concerts, had classical training but said jazz was his main musical influence, according to a biography on the band's Web site.

"But at this stage I don't really consider myself a jazz musician," Moore said in the biography. Playing with the Dave Matthews Band was "almost better than a jazz gig," he said. "I have plenty of space to improvise, to try new ideas."

Lead singer Dave Matthews credited Moore with arranging many of his songs, which combine Cajun fiddle-playing, African-influenced rhythms and Matthews' playful but haunting voice.

The band formed in 1991 in Charlottesville, Va., when Matthews was working as a bartender. He gave a demo tape of his songs to Moore, who liked what he heard and recruited his friend and fellow jazzman Carter Beauford to play drums, and other musicians.

The group broke out of the local music scene with the album "Under the Table and Dreaming." The band won a Grammy Award in 1997 for its hit song "So Much to Say" off its second album "Crash." Other hits include "What Would You Say," "Crash Into Me" and "Satellite."

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 08/20/08 08:04 | link | comments |

"We are deeply saddened that LeRoi Moore, saxophonist and founding member of Dave Matthews Band, died unexpectedly Tuesday afternoon, August 19, 2008, at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center in Los Angeles from sudden complications stemming from his June ATV accident on his farm near Charlottesville, Virginia. LeRoi had recently returned to his Los Angeles home to begin an intensive physical rehabilitation program."

 

I feel as if there has been a death in the family.

It's funny to have such a strong connection to something like a band, but when they give you hope through their music, it's comforting, and easy to take them in as such an integral part of your life. I will miss your talent, your cool stage presence, and the joy you gave to others.

Rest in peace Leroi.
May you play with the angels now.
(They usually use trumpets, but I'm sure they'll make an exception)

 

"Isn't it strange
How we move our lives for another day
Like skipping a beat
What if a great wave should wash us all away

Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone

Time is short but that's all right
Maybe I'll go in the middle of the night
Take your hands from your eyes, my love
Everything must end some time
Don't burn the day away."
'

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 08/19/08 21:02 | link | comments |

memories of you today revived
with tears and smiles
in years gone five.
in our hearts you will survive
with laughs and love.
we'll live our lives
remembering days
and ways you thrived.
you made the best while still alive.

~ J.m.L. 4.25.08

today you're gone five years.
so much has changed since you left us.
you left behind a lot of people who love and miss you.
but i hope you're having a good party.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 04/25/08 11:10 | link | comments (1) |

Your greatest strength derives from building your life on the solid ground of practicality. But emotional issues can now rattle the same mountain that you are cautiously climbing. Don't avoid your feelings, for they will successfully lead you to safer ground. Encouraging the turmoil to rise to the surface and come out into the open can minimize the potential damage.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 03/21/08 17:23 | link | comments |

i'm so drunk,
so stale and dry
there's nothing left to let me cry.
of my friendship undeserving.
the human race is too self-serving.
with one hand
you'll hold my head
but when i turn you stab instead.
sex will always set the pace
and love will fail to show or place.
look for hope in no one's face
cause people are a selfish race.
a bitter heart writes angry prose
but that is all it ever knows.

j.m.l
2.16.08

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 02/16/08 11:44 | link | comments |

Happy Belated Birthday To Dave Matthews!

In honor of him turning 41 on January 9th, I give you:

#41

Come and see
I swear by now Im playing time
I against my troubles
Im coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while im
In the front
The play on time is won
But the difficulty is coming here

I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I wont tell you to stay
But Im coming to much more
Me
All at once the ghosts come back
Reeling in you now
What if they came down crushing
Remember when I used to play for
All of the loneliness that nobody
Notice now
Im begging slow Im coming here
Only waiting I wanted to stay
I wanted to play
I wanted to love you

Im only this far
And only tomorrow leads my way

Im coming waltzing back and moving into your head
Please, I wouldnt pass this by
I would take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why wont you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
Why wont you run
In the rain and play
Let the tears splash all over you

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 01/11/08 00:24 | link | comments |

when i was young, i used to go to sunday school.
and we'd read the bible.
and then during the week, i'd go to regular school.
and we'd read our textbooks.

the bible said earth was created in seven days.
but then the textbook said it took millions of years.
dinosaurs and man were created a day apart, biblically,
but fossils show otherwise.
the preachers said a "day" in the bible was actually millions of years long.
although nowhere in the bible did it say that.

 

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 11/17/07 12:32 | link | comments |

http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1674069,00.html

Rowling: Potter's Dumbledore Gay

Saturday, Oct. 20, 2007 By AP/HILLEL ITALIE Article

(New York) — Harry Potter fans, the rumors are true: Albus Dumbledore, master wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, is gay. J.K. Rowling, author of the mega-selling fantasy series that ended last summer, outed the beloved character Friday night while appearing before a full house at Carnegie Hall.

After reading briefly from the final book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows," she took questions from audience members.

She was asked by one young fan whether Dumbledore finds "true love."

"Dumbledore is gay," the author responded to gasps and applause.

She then explained that Dumbledore was smitten with rival Gellert Grindelwald, whom he defeated long ago in a battle between good and bad wizards. "Falling in love can blind us to an extent," Rowling said of Dumbledore's feelings, adding that Dumbledore was "horribly, terribly let down."

Dumbledore's love, she observed, was his "great tragedy."

"Oh, my god," Rowling concluded with a laugh, "the fan fiction."

Potter readers on fan sites and elsewhere on the Internet have speculated on the sexuality of Dumbledore, noting that he has no close relationship with women and a mysterious, troubled past. And explicit scenes with Dumbledore already have appeared in fan fiction.

Rowling told the audience that while working on the planned sixth Potter film, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," she spotted a reference in the script to a girl who once was of interest to Dumbledore. A note was duly passed to director David Yates, revealing the truth about her character.

Rowling, finishing a brief "Open Book Tour" of the United States, her first tour here since 2000, also said that she regarded her Potter books as a "prolonged argument for tolerance" and urged her fans to "question authority."

Not everyone likes her work, Rowling said, likely referring to Christian groups that have alleged the books promote witchcraft. Her news about Dumbledore, she said, will give them one more reason.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 10/24/07 01:57 | link | comments |

"Never stop yearning.
Life's about learning.
Live with love
and rise above
when the pain inside is burning.

Remember the past,
build friendships that last.
Fight for your dreams,
dance, play, and scream,
and be proud of all you've surpassed.

Be honest and kind.
Keep others in mind.
Laugh and cry
so when you die
you'll smile at all you've left behind."
~ J.m.L., 10.6.07

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 10/06/07 18:04 | link | comments |

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 06/01/07 22:06 | link | comments (1) |

i don't think you come here.

you made me feel like i could let someone in.
you made me feel,
you made me like
you.

i really like you.
you like me too.

i saw it.

you said you can't.
i know where you are.
i've
been
there.

but you still let me like you.
and that's not fair.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 05/06/07 01:34 | link | comments |

i wish i had a hoagie.
what i miss about the east coast........the food.
the real italian meals, and the fresh hoagie rolls.
it's not that hard to make a good sandwich.
and no, Subway does not make a good sandwich.
Wawa makes a good sandwich.
i miss my wawa.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 05/04/07 20:13 | link | comments |

dividing line

a notch in time,
a seperation,
marked by loss and desparation,
breaks in half
our lives, in measure,
ticks of pain and tocks of pleasure.
times before,
and now times after,
stained by tears,
and cleansed by laughter.

~ J.m.L., 4.25.07


The thought of you will bring more tears,
but you leave memories in your place.
Today, my brother, you're gone 4 years,
and I miss you're stupid face.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 04/25/07 13:13 | link | comments |

pathetic fable of fluid exchange


i'm flying around in egypt land

no course you can't like that
you gotta boil it til the glue gets soft

i don't wanna make insulation

i will see you in december
......
tomorrow....

this is totally not a big deal

that's blood my friend

oh wait! i did it!

.....were buried as witches and defecated upon....

for many were killed...

using galactic technology....

....given names like "train"....


..because they were so stupid...

christmas still sucked...in a big way...

how could he?

he was born before science existed....

...long before they unionized....

i left cookies and a glass of milk for a machine?!?

...with their crinkled hands...

and there was much defication....

and that is where babies come from....for machines.

pathetic fable of fluid exchange

IT IS A GRAVEYARD!

something too about babies.

ok we'll do that.

i'm not gonna get humped by a giant red gorilla in space

we shall go to mexico tomorrow

....forever...

ok......so.....thank you.......

you make our house bleed RIGHT NOW!

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 02/22/07 00:13 | link | comments |

Show me that smile again. (Show me that smile)
Don’t waste another minute on your cryin’.
We're nowhere near the end (nowhere near)
The best is ready to begin.
Oooohhh. As long as we got each other
We got the world spinnin right in our hands.
Baby you and me, we gotta be
The luckiest dreamers who never quit dreamin’.
As long as we keep on givin’
we can take anything that comes our way
Baby, rain or shine, all the time
We got each other Sharin’ the laughter and love.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 02/15/07 00:38 | link | comments |

Happy 40th Birthday Dave Matthews!!

#40

Tables turned again
And you my friend
You and I face
each other
Oh time and time out
I know it's sometimes hard
But knowing just doll
That we will get
along
’Til we're old and gray
And huddled up
We're doubled up, we'll sit
And laugh of times were hard
Laugh of times when we thought
All it would
end, it all it was over
Then again
And know that I am
your rich rain
And to leave you out, I'll die
Oh
my friend
It’ll be you until the end with me always
Always...

 

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 01/09/07 23:18 | link | comments (2) |

were flintstones vitamins candy?"

i play my music loud enough
to freeze my CPU
and join a band, guitar in hand
to steal a chord or two.
fade to chorus )innuendo(
just a boy for my crescendo;
under water taken,
oxygen forsaken,
to see the ticker tape parade.
i change the key for many things
to make meet ends with what i've got.
a thought with many colored strings
but no two ends to make a knot.
i kindly asked for orange barney,
and you gave me purple fred,
i know you know i don't like grape
and that is why you're dead.
i think too much and blink so little
peripherally in the middle.

~ J.m.L. 11.08.06

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 11/08/06 02:14 | link | comments |

wow, has it been this long?

i wouldn't even know where to begin to try and update from the last time i'm been on here.

i wrote something while i was waiting 2 hours to pick up a package from UPS.

like finding sand in broken glass
rewind the hands on shattered clocks
to beat your soul on sharpened rocks.
you tie your dreams to fraying wires
and pray to meet your stretched desires
convince the hopeless hope is dead
as you cut the final thread.


i bought a new video ipod, but actually i got it for like 50 bucks cause i did some online free money thing.

i'm in grad school, and it' so hard. i have no idea what i'm learning, or why i'm even going. but i'm getting two thousand dollars back each term, so why not?

i'm so lonely and lost i feel like giving up, but i keep going because it's what you do, right?


i live in a new place.
it's not as nice as the other place because it's further from the beach.
but it's closer to school, which sucks.
and it's in hillcrest, which is full of gross old gay men, or immature, superficial gay guys that I have no interest in.
regret?
no.....
just confusion.


so, this is your update.
some things are better
and some things are worse
but i'm still around.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 10/15/06 01:36 | link | comments |

I just watched an episode of Pee Wee's playhouse and had a total flashback to the first time I saw it.
It was the one where they were redecorating the house and he gets that new clock that's checkered yellow and red and the shape of America.
And they make sun-tea, which is tea made by leaving tea bags in water in the sun all day.
How hippie is that!?!
Who was this show made for?? I'd still like to know.
It's so bizarre.
But I friggin' loved it!!
I had the little action figures of all the characters, and a Colorforms set.
And they're all gone.
Kinda sucks.
But I like the feeling of seeing something on TV and remembering a time when I was soo happy and young.
Those are some good times; good memories.
Good show.
So Pee-Wee wasn't so bad.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 08/01/06 23:42 | link | comments |

it's 1:30 in the morning.
i'm watching Blind Date.
tonite's couple comes from philadelphia.
they go to the camden aquarium.
who's showing them how to touch the sharks?
sarah ward from my graduating class at Pennsauken.
how weird?!?

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 07/28/06 02:04 | link | comments |

Andrew: There's a handful of normal kid things I kind of missed.

Sam: There's a handful of normal kid things I kinda wish I could miss.

Andrew: You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home any more. All of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit that idea of home is gone.

Sam: I still feel at home in my house.

Andrew: You'll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for ..your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 07/26/06 18:14 | link | comments |

Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
Where, the long dropping boughs between,
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and go;

Beneath some patriarchal tree
I lay upon the ground;
His hoary arms uplifted he,
And all the broad leaves over me
Clapped their little hands in glee,
With one continuous sound,

And dreams of that which cannot die,
Bright visions, came to me,
As lapped in thought I used to lie,
And gaze into the summer sky,
Where the sailing clouds went by,
Like ships upon the sea.

The green trees whispered low and mild;
It was a sound of joy!
They were my playmates when a child,
And rocked me in their arms so wild!
Still they looked at me and smiled,
As if I were a boy;

And ever whispered, mild and low,
"Come, be a child once more!"
And waved their long arms to and fro,
And beckoned solemnly and slow;
O, I could not choose but go
Into the woodlands hoar;

And, falling on my weary brain,
Like a fast-falling shower,
The dreams of youth came back again;
Low lispings of the summer rain,
Dropping on the ripened grain,
As once upon the flower.

Visions of childhood! Stay, O stay!
Ye were so sweet and wild!
And distant voices seemed to say: --
"It cannot be! They pass away!
Other themes demand thy lay;
Thou art no more a child!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, From Voices Of The Night

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 05/24/06 23:33 | link | comments |

Happy Birthday Gram Davis.
We miss you, but know you're in a better place.
"Hither and yon"

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 05/22/06 13:47 | link | comments |

why can't you get an instant win off of a soda cap anymore?
why is it some stupid code that you have to look up on their website?
i don't care that much.
and there are no more prizes inside the cereal.....now you have to collect codes and go online and type them in and do work. where's the fun anymore!?!?
totally lame.
i want my free soda bottle cap and plastic toy that smells like frosted flakes.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 05/19/06 02:00 | link | comments |

"James, do you like your life?
Can you find reliease?
And will you ever change?
Will you ever write your masterpiece?
Are you still in school, living up to expectations?
James, you were so relied upon, everybody knows how hard you tried.
Hey, look at what a job you've done, carrying the weight of family pride.
James, you've been well behaved, you've been working hard, but will you always stay someone else's dream of who you are?
Do what's good for you, or you're not good for anybody."
People often ask me what it is that brought me out to California. There's a simple answer, one I always give to appease the curiosities of those requesting, and it goes like this:

"I had just graduated from college, and was searching for what to do next. My friend was taking her test to get into a radiology program. She said 'well, if I don't pass, let's just move to California'. She failed. And here we are. I"ll be going to grad school after I get my residency."

Of course there's more to it than just a simple answer. The longer answer, which I have been working on for some time and which is still incomplete, goes a little more like this:

I was feeling suffocated, pinned down by labels, and drowned by expectations that I was afraid I couldn't meet. I loved my friends, but I didn't love myself, and I knew I never would if I didn't leave. Therefore, I went as far away from everything and everyone I loved as I could without actually leaving the country. With nobody else to look after, like my sisters and my mother, and without the support of my friends, I have been forced to finally take care of myself, something I have been neglecting to do my entire life.

Just because you ignore something, doesn't mean it will disappear, and in fact, most of the time it will get worse until confronted. Growing up is hard, the real world is challenging, but facing yourself when you don't love who you are is the hardest thing in the world. I have fears of the future; a future that depends on the paths I choose now.

I have always shunned labels, hating a world who demands that everything have its own place, but I am the most obsessive person when it comes to maintaining order and structure in everything I do. Not having a sense of identity has been like floating down a river towards a waterfall and watching people on either shore enjoying life.

The time for idle wading is through.

I'm paddling ashore, and although the travels that lie ahead on this side of the river will be more difficult, this is where I belong.

Today I come out to myself. Ironically enough, 9 years ago today is when Mindy and I started dating as sophomores in high school. Today she's with Anne, and we're still very close because of all we went through together.

I know that my friends will still love me, as well as my family, but more importantly, I will begin to finally love myself.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 05/16/06 01:45 | link | comments (1) |

Oh my, I came on here to make a silly joke, and I find my blogging website is all fancy now. I can put videos in my entries?!?! Am I reading this correctly..... well there's only one way to find out....let's see....what video could i post.....
....well it's doing something.... who knows. we'll come back to that in a little bit.
for now...

WHERE IN THE WORLD IS CARMEN SANDIEGO!?!?!


This show man....PBS is the shit. They had some pretty good shows for not having a lot of money. I guess a lot of people pledged money just to get the elmo tote bag and, with a 100 dollar pledge, you can get the tote bag AND the VHS of Elmo's Ice Capades in West Berlin. Ahhh, kids' show.
Since when has TV sucked? It's not even worth having a TV anymore. It's either bad news shows, bad reality shows, or really bad new shows about new reality.
TV is the new old "lame".
Then what's the new TV?
Maybe we don't need a new "TV" because it's no good, and now maybe we'll finally have time to find Ms. Carmen San Diego.

Ok

I got it!!!

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 05/12/06 01:05 | link | comments |

and in the final minutes of a sorrowful day on which three years ago i buried you
i shed a tear in memory of all that never was
and for everything you got the chance to do.
i miss you every day
and play these songs for you.
i hope where ever you are is where you want to be
and know that you were the best brother a guy could have asked for.

rest my brother.
dana bruce
4.26.73 - 4.25.03

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 04/30/06 23:55 | link | comments |

Today he would have been 33 years old.

Happy Birthday Dana!

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 04/26/06 11:27 | link | comments |

three years ago i buried you

deep within my mind

and smothered you with memories

so i could easily rewind

to times when we were happier,

when life was waves and sun,

before the downward spiraling

and sadness had begun.

in wayward ways we filled our lives

with overflowing laughter.

we smoked our joints in sadder times

and thought about them after.

you knew well of the countless days

and made sure yours would count

and though too soon they added up,

to a full life they amount.

.

~ J.m.L. 4.25.06

.

R.I.P. Dana, my brother.

3 years gone today.

forever in our hearts.

i miss you.

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 04/25/06 02:59 | link | comments |

"Where's Tasha?!?!"

hahahahhahaha!
good joke....good times.....

posted by: BrewsterDMB at 04/23/06 00:40 | link | comments (2) |

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