Unexpected Love, Take 1

I spent a large part of my my undergraduate life annoying the heck out of a roommate by writing songs, then proceeding to sing them until, well, I felt the song was finished. Anyway, UCF housing was big on hosting events, so every month I’d participate in the open mic nights to share the songs I’d written among extra-long mattresses, stacks of gen ed books, and a stuffed chicken named Sir Walter I bought at Walmart (pictured below, but no longer owned).

Sir Walter, the orange chicken

I also did it to get over my nerves. I always made mistakes. I always went too high or too low on a note. I freaked out, choked. But it was a lesson in humility, persistence, and love. I was doing something I adored, whether I was fantastic at it or not. The rediscovered video below is from freshman year of college, April 2006. I was 18. And I have to say, I really really really miss performing for a group of friends, former strangers. I miss living in on-campus housing. I miss UCF. So, Memories, this one is for you guys.

Unexpected Love
music written with Johnny B. Good, dedicated to a former flame of his
lyrics written by me (in days where I thought rhyming was key. Oy.)

You couldn’t be what I wanted,

’cause I wanted someone noone else could see.

This couldn’t be where I ended,

’cause where I end up is a place that you can’t be.

I had a feeling you were pushing;

stop the pushing, stop the hating, stop the fire.

I had this feeling you were rushing;

you were honest, but I thought you were a liar.

Stop

what you’re doing now,

what you’re doing now

to me.