StarF drives a lot and doesn't sleep

I just placed an order for a physical copy of the album Someday This Could All Be Yours (Vol. 1) by The Paper Chase. The Paper Chase spent a few years as my “favorite band” as it were, between 2004 and 2006 (When I discovered Bomb The Music Industry!). They still remain one of my favorites, and in fact my second favorite band behind BTMI!. It’s actually a little bit ridiculous to even say that, because it implies the two can be compared when really they can’t. Apples and oranges, as it were.

The reason I ordered a physical copy of this album which came out in 2009 by one of my favorite bands is double-sided. For one, I realized that I had only downloaded it before because at the time I did not have any extra cash to spare. I said that I would eventually buy it when I could. I don’t really have much extra cash right now, but I still felt a need to buy it because I fear that the band has broken up, which makes me entirely too sad.

I had to buy it off of Amazon because their official site is down. They haven’t posted anything in over a year now. Part Two of their latest album was slated for release in late 2009 or early 2010, but still hasn’t come out, and I fear it never will.

This was part of the reason that I felt I absolutely must own their latest album. Not only because I said I would when I downloaded it, and because I do want it, but because if they’re gone I want to be able to get the album before it disappears from the internet completely in physical form.

So why am I writing this, while listening to that fantastic album? I’m not really sure. I really wanted to make a blog post. I contemplated a story, but nothing really came to me. I haven’t written a story on here in a long time, and I haven’t written a good story on here in even longer. It kinda makes me sad. It’s not even because I’ve run out of inspiration… I have a ton of stories running through my head, especially when I’m far too busy to be bothered writing (For example: When I’m at work). Lately life has sort of fallen into a rather predictable pattern thanks to working so often, and I like it and hate it all the same.

I’m not done writing though. Not now, not ever. I’ll craft more stories, I’ll make good ones and bad ones. I’ll post some up, I’ll keep some saved on my computer and to myself. I don’t know when, but all of this will happen.

And some day I’ll have everything I want. Someday it could be all mine.

Everyone should give the pAper chAse a chance methinks. Not everyone will like them. That’s for sure.

In any case, I think it’s time I try to find some sleep for the night, or at least sit here and finish listening to this album.