Joe McGrady

"You don’t choose a life, you live one."

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:45:43 -0400

“You don’t choose a life, you live one.”

- Emilio Estevez - The Way

The Doors are truly one of the great bands and Ray Manzarek...

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:38:59 -0400

The Doors are truly one of the great bands and Ray Manzarek played a huge role in that greatness. Rest in peace.

Black Star Riders - Kingdom Of The Lost

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:31:11 -0400

Black Star Riders - Kingdom Of The Lost

1st bbq of the year tonight!

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:49:58 -0400

1st bbq of the year tonight!

This is amazing. A cover of Space Oddity from the ISS!

Sun, 12 May 2013 21:40:49 -0400

This is amazing. A cover of Space Oddity from the ISS!

Video

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:13:17 -0400

Cheer Up!

Thu, 09 May 2013 18:20:00 -0400

Sunset

Thu, 09 May 2013 12:36:30 -0400

Sunset

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home

Sun, 05 May 2013 07:57:07 -0400

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home

I loved Rainbow when I was younger. This is probably my...

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:13:34 -0400

I loved Rainbow when I was younger. This is probably my favourite song by them (yes, even better than ‘Since You’ve Been Gone’).

Recording acoustic guitar for a new demo! #music #songwriting

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:05:13 -0400

Recording acoustic guitar for a new demo! #music #songwriting

Video

Fri, 03 May 2013 20:29:33 -0400

pencilfury: I know they’ve all been published previously but I...

Thu, 02 May 2013 17:37:39 -0400

pencilfury:

I know they’ve all been published previously but I thought I’d collect my favourite ones together for one post.

There are amazing!

Woody Allen talks ‘Midnight In Paris’

Thu, 02 May 2013 13:46:04 -0400

Woody Allen talks ‘Midnight In Paris’

Photo

Thu, 02 May 2013 07:36:28 -0400

tastefullyoffensive: Some things never change.[via]

Thu, 02 May 2013 07:34:07 -0400

tastefullyoffensive:

Some things never change.

[via]

Why are the biggest obstacles we have to overcome ones we create for ourselves?

Wed, 01 May 2013 18:33:14 -0400

Why are the biggest obstacles we have to overcome ones we create for ourselves?

Damme cold!

Wed, 01 May 2013 18:05:03 -0400

Damme cold!

Moment Of Truth

Wed, 01 May 2013 12:33:00 -0400

Moment Of Truth

In The White Mountains

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 06:32:07 -0400

TRAVELLER

Why dost thou wildly rush and roar,
Mad River, O Mad River?
Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour
Thy hurrying, headlong waters o’er
This rocky shelf forever?

What secret trouble stirs thy breast?
Why all this fret and flurry?
Dost thou not know that what is best
In this too restless world is rest
From over-work and worry?

THE RIVER
What wouldst thou in these mountains seek,
O stranger from the city?
Is it perhaps some foolish freak
Of thine, to put the words I speak
Into a plaintive ditty?

TRAVELLER
Yes; I would learn of thee thy song,
With all its flowing number;
And in a voice as fresh and strong
As thine is, sing it all day long,
And hear it in my slumbers.

THE RIVER
A brooklet nameless and unknown
Was I at first, resembling
A little child, that all alone
Comes venturing down the stairs of stone,
Irresolute and trembling.

Later, by wayward fancies led,
For the wide world I panted;
Out of the forest dark and dread
Across the open fields I fled,
Like one pursued and haunted.

I tossed my arms, I sang aloud,
My voice exultant blending
With thunder from the passing cloud,
The wind, the forest bent and bowed,
The rush of rain descending.

I heard the distant ocean call,
Imploring and entreating;
Drawn onward, o’er this rocky wall
I plunged, and the loud waterfall
Made answer to the greeting.

And now, beset with many ills,
A toilsome life I follow;
Compelled to carry from the hills
These logs to the impatient mills
Below there in the hollow.

Yet something ever cheers and charms
The rudeness of my labors;
Daily I water with these arms
The cattle of a hundred farms,
And have the birds for neighbors.

Men call me Mad, and well they may,
When, full of rage and trouble,
I burst my banks of sand and clay,
And sweep their wooden bridge away,
Like withered reeds or stubble.

Now go and write thy little rhyme,
As of thine own creating.
Thou seest the day is past its prime;
I can no longer waste my time;
The mills are tired of waiting.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow