Candy calls from Dixon Hall, just like the time before.
She wants a winter fling in the middle of spring,
She says Love is such a bore.”

Candy; MyNameIsJohnMichael

 

 

First draft! The Publisher sent me the skeleton of the book so that I could start setting fonts, heading styles, etc. Spacing is key— is it just me, or does anyone else believe that if you let a powerful sentence drift free to the top of the next page rather than finding a way to keep it within the paragraph, it loses its… meaning?

I don’t know. But it’s an interesting process. I’m going through and finding any grammatical errors I missed the first time around— its hard to pay attention sometimes, after reading each story a dozen or so times. They’re all terrible to me. Each sounds a thousand years old; but once in awhile I’ll stumble across a line or a paragraph that reminds me: at one time, I thought this was the best I could do.

And with each consecutive story, I surpassed that.

But enough self-love. Submission for the cover art is coming in. Samantha Thayer so far has put in some good photographs— I’m eager to see the best of what others have to submit! Once more if you’re interested in trying to design or take the picture of the cover to my book, check out the poem posted in the earlier blog— I believe the second one— and try and capture it! Also, if you feel that you can’t, please submit what you consider you best, most significant piece of work— I’m not ruling out that it may be more interesting, and may even embody my message more. Send these to tsander2@tulane.edu

I’m a firm believer in recognizing friends and fans, so if you think you’re interesting enough to mention in this blog— please please please shoot me an email telling about your skills, links to your websites, and pictures. I’m trying an experiment by showcasing people that know me now and sharing my venue with them in hopes that when my book comes out or they start to get the attention they deserve, they’ll return the favor and spread word about me.

Networking, marketing, and keeping in touch with the people that weave in and out of my life, all in one. Sounds like a plan? So get interesting. The media bores me with the recession and corruption in Congress; there is so much going on in the world worth talking about. Let’s make some loud noises about good people for a change.

Let me finish by saying, the CD Release party was nothing short of amazing.  The First CD MNIJM from CD RELEASE PARTY

This is a picture of the first CD they handed out that night at the CD Release party.

The John Hancock’s are from none other than Leo DeJesus and John Michael themselves.

People wonder why I collect that autographs for indie rockers— a lot of people think that it’s because these people might get famous one day and then it’ll be worth something. Honestly, I think my reasoning is that when I hear these songs, they’re not something that’s playing on the mainstream radio; it’s real music by real people and their signature validates their existence to me more than just being an icon, a temporary quake.

Many musicians all strive to be an icon in some sense. Humanity, the energy it gives off, is so much more interesting. This 6-man show is the wave you see in stadiums, the melody of a chain striking a trash can and a couple hundreds bodies moving to the beat.

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Once more, please leave your comments, feedback, angry loud insults on the blog! I appreciate hearing from my readers both here and abroad.

I uncovered an small article I wrote for the high school newspaper (The Musket of Orange Glen High School). I had the pleasure of working my senior year with a set of unique individuals; to paint the picture— we had a ragtag staff of professional procrastinators, school corruption conspirators, and useless characters. We had an overbearing administration, and the student government despised our optimism for what we thought could be more than our cynicism of what actually was. We had support from a Government teacher who openly sounded off about what was wrong and right with the paper, an honesty that was always appreciated.

Small to note, we also had an amazing teacher that guided us with standards rather than rules— and the difference showed.

Without further ado, A Call to Arms by Terence Sanders:

 

“What is the point of these editorials?” Principal Diego Ochoa calmly asked the Musket staff in a recent interview. Despite the best efforts of the Musket editorial staff this year, it appears that the answer is not self-evident. Contrary to popular belief, the editorials are not to point fingers but to raise hands; when the questions stop being asked the inconvenient truth becomes unnecessary. While the unshakable integrity of the administration and staff prevents them from lying to students, manipulation through half-truths and the best intentions are the price students will pay for remaining uninvolved on their campus. The Musket editorials compel the student readers to exercise the most underrated emotion in a high school teen: Curiosity.

In every sense of the word, it is a call to arms. To stand united as a student body, linked together by their curiosity, and raise their hands. This action symbolizes the embracing activism of an unyielding, open palm without the crude anger of a shaken fist. The administration and organized student bodies around campus will welcome and recognize student interest— students passionate about their school, themselves, will ultimately push OGHS to new heights. Just as there is more to each student than their yearly standardized-test score, there is more to this school than the daily announcements. Join clubs, campaign for an ASB officer position, attend sports games, and enjoy drama productions: do more than just volunteering your time; actively participate in your social education.

But above all else, to thy own self be true: if you feel something is wrong, do not let it go unnoticed. The conformity of fearing to act— or worse, failing to believe that individuals can make a difference —will redefine this generation’s definition of freedom. The strange thing is, questions tend lead to more questions, building curiosity; use this journey to the truth to unite the students, hands raised politely for answers. The Musket editorials are here to inspire, to recognize, and to embrace this call to arms that is curiosity.

 

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