HermanVille

Hello, and welcome to HermynVille. Here's where I take up space to
address my obsessions, grievances and any other crop issues I may have along the rocky rugged road of my so called life. I'm a musician
by trade and currently studying Studio Production at Purchase College. The best and coolest thing about me is
that I like so many different things and can talk to anyone about anything at any time. The worst and most hateful
thing about me is that I like too many things. I don't get bored easily since I am easily amused. This makes it tough to focus on one thing at a time. Which can be amusing in itself.
The first thing you might have noticed (or maybe not) is that Herman
is spelled wrong. Somebody is actually already using the name
HermanVille! Wow... Why? Huh?! and Why??!!. So, for your amusement and mine, the Y in HermYnville will
represent the x factor. Because nothing says cool like a letter y in the middle of something. Because the thing of it is, Hermynville is a
place that is always changing. It's cozy sometimes and other times
downright scary. There are potholes that will never be fixed,It's citizens will never be tamed or sated because I will forget to harvest things and everyone will have to start all over again to reach
the next level. Sometimes the damage is not readily apparent and
sometimes the beauty you find is so stunning that it blinds you in it's simplicity.
So today in the town of Hermynville, it's a might bit dreary and
cloudy with a chance of puddles.
For the past three or four days and for reasons I cannot fathom, I
have been listening to a Counting Crows live album called "august and Everything after - Live at Town Hall. I've heard all these songs before and have gotten inspired by most of them in some form or another. I hadn't heard them for quite a long time and just forgot how good they are. I've heard different interpretations of these songs but the
one that struck hard was "anna begins." I just can't get this song out of my head. I feel like I am currently living inside of it and I'm not sure I like my neighbors. But I'm here right now so I might as well take a look around. The live versions of this song are so much better than the one from their first album. "You try to tell yourself the
things you try to tell yourself" he questions.
How often do you wonder if you are doing the right or wrong thing for
yourself?  Do you also have
that inner conversation where the voices get so loud you think you
left the TV on? You analyze it to death and at the end, nothing is
resolved and you wind up second guessing the whole thing anyway. I'm not sure if this is a love song or not. By the face of it, it sure sounds like it, but it doesn't exactly feel like that to me. It feels like someone who is having problems with possibilities and the murky reality and consequences of them. Because no matter what kind of spin we put on things, the fact is, they don't always work out. Someone once said that that the world is ugly and since I am part of it, part of me is ugly too. But I think that once this is accepted, one can finally move on. The character in this song feels
like he's still lives in a dream, a cozy cocoon of our own fabrication. Then he suddenly starts to see possibilities outside his cocoon but it's too late to commit to any of them. It's over. Like a whisper in the dark that you never sure you heard,
it's gone. He's overwhelmed. He says that Anna changes her mind, but I'm thinking that he does instead. Or at least it's too late and life has decided for him. Forward time goes no matter who's in the way or  how many broken pieces of your heart that you assemble by the side of the road . Love is such an open wound at times.