I’m looking for my voice. I seem to have lost it somewhere along the way.

Today I named the emo bear on my t-shirt. His name is Shane. He weeps during sad songs and movies. Dr. Horrible made him sad. Now he’s watching an old Green Day music video – “Wake Me Up When September Ends.” Explosions kill people as he watches. He wonders when it will end.

I began making a list of goals for 2009. I am having a hard time with them. Constraints: economy, vacation time, fear, lack of fellow travelers.

Translation: I see human drama unfold around me, men and women’s lives crash together and separate again, and I wish I could feel the pleasure and the pain so long as I’m feeling more than alone.

Secondhand Serenade has the same flavor of music as Dashboard Confessional. A man, a guitar, and problems. I’ve been enjoying it. Fortunately, I haven’t been subjugated to any airing it may or may not have had on MTV, but it’s good. It’s catchy. It fits me.

Familiarity.

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