The Awesomatastic Blog of Patrick Fahey

I wish I could write songs. I mean I do. Write them, that is. Just not well. See I put a lot of time and effort into writing songs. But I feel like I come up short all too often. Say for instance I want to write a song about a girl. She’s smart and funny and cute and a total bitch - Yeah, a break up song. I have the emotions and ideas in my head about what I want to write, but can never put the words properly to paper, and end up rhyming three letter words in couplets. It’s all too simplistic, and the world wants so much more from their artists these days. You know, the real ones that write their own stuff. I’ve never been more envious of Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump, Mark Hoppus/Tom DeLonge, Matt Skiba/Dan Andriano. Where’s my Pete? My Mark? My Matt? The person I can go to - write songs with. I want to create that catchy tune that’ll make everyone sing - I want my crowd to swear at and hate that bitch the song’s about. Why? I want people to get my music, really dig into it.

I saw Alkaline Trio on March 6th. Amazing show. They played so much of the old stuff: ‘97, Nose Over Tail, and stuff from Good Mourning. But the moment that stuck out at me the most was when they played “Fuck You Aurora” - and EVERYONE there was just screaming that line. I’ve never known Aurora. I don’t know who she is. But I hate her, and want to yell at her, and tell her how much pain she caused. It’s incredible what a song can do to someone.

I want to be able to do that. Someday, I will. I’ll just keep writing and working my ass off until my time comes.