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Sean Eckmann

Indie / Acoustic

Wharton, NJ

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Anyway, the names Sean, but most people call me "Eckmann", "Sheckmann", or "Daniel Escobar". Long story on that last one, but whatever. The day before I was born, I was dancing to Springsteen in the womb. I've been a vegetarian since September of 2006. I believe in God, music, spirit, and beauty. Sometimes I get tricked by that last one. I play the guitar, bass, mandolin, and a little bit of piano. I go through periods where I love my music, and periods where I can't stand the sound of it. Right now I'm about in between. For my heroes, etc., just look a little bit to the left. Whenever I press a button, I feel the need to touch it multiple times, until it feels just right. This can be a bitch when it comes to switching songs on the ipod. I'm not really sure what gets capitalized in ipod, the i or the p. Okay, I just took mine out of the case that Ashley gave me for Christmas of '06, and it's the p. I'll probably forget that by the next time I type "iPod", though. That still shows up as a spelling error, by the way. But I'll just sorta roll with it. Hmm, apparently "sorta" isn't a spelling error, though. Odd. I tend to be a bit geeky when it comes to certain things (The Beatles, Pokemon, etc.), but that comes with the territory. I've been working on this for about 20 minutes now, time well wasted in my opinion. I'm going through a bit of a writer's block. Speaking of writer's block, I enjoy writing poetry now and then, regardless of whether or not it's actually any good. (Sure, I've got a couple of really great ones, but a hell of a lot more shitty ones.) Poetry and music are great ways to let off steam. You should try it sometime. I would love to talk with you, so don't be afraid to send me a message/comment. I'll be sure to send one back. Lately I've fallen in love with jazz, classical, indie, and 60's music. Some of my favorites are Dvorak, Bach, Mingus, The Beatles, and Devendra Banhart. (It counts Devendra Banhart as a spelling error, naturally.) I like to spend days sick watching Gilligan's Island, listening to The Grateful Dead, and eating pastina (which also shows up as a spelling error). I'm not really all too sure about the placement of periods when parenthesis are involved. I'm not really sure why "parenthesis" is spelled the way it is. If you look in the top right of my profile, there's a wheel with spinning rims. I would try to get rid of it, but I just love the layout I have on this page at the moment. I only use orange guitar picks. Some things next to my computer are:
iPod
Lego Star Wars game, go figure
a flashlight
at least ten of the aforementioned orange gutiar picks
volume knobs for Skye, my Dearmond, who I named after Brooke Skye, seriously the hottest chick you'll ever see lights arranged in sequences of to resemble an image on your screen of
a pocket knife
a staple remover
headphones. everywhere.
a keyboard that feels harder to press now than it did fifteen minutes ago
a poem
I managed to spell "iPod" right there; I'm honestly quite proud. I have a Rascall Flatts song stuck in my head, which is odd, because I don't even like Rascall Flatts. Some people think I'm immature, but that's simply because they don't really know me. If you're one of those people and you want to really know me, just say the word. It's really a shame to think you know someone when you don't. A friend of a friend of mine has a live nuke in his basement. If there were a full-scale nuclear war, I'd be screwed, since a weapons testing/designing place is maybe five miles away from my home. In fact, it would probably be nuked twice, just to be safe. As if one wasn't enough. Fuck. On a lighter note, I found my girllz today. By the way, I have a set of grillz. They have hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds on each top front tooth. But that doesn't really matter. This is about me, not my grillz. I smile sometimes. Not so much that one becomes taken for granted, but no so little that one becomes thought of as rare. I cry sometimes. Not so much that I think of myself as some sort of emotional wreck, but not so little that I still don't get depressed when I do. Thankfully, some of my very good friends help me out when I do, and I'd like to thank them. I know something more formal than a few characters on a myspace page would be better, but it's all I've got right now. But sometimes they're not there, which is good, because sometimes I need to help myself. Not that I need help a lot, only sometimes. Sometimes I think that people don't appreciate true beauty anymore - unborn children are aborted daily, the elderly are disrespected, and culture seems to be going through an obsession with sex, which doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Absolute beauty lies within each one of God's creations, within life, human or otherwise. Absolute beauty is the fact that where there was no motion there now is, where there as no breath there now is, where there was no life, there now is. Where there was no love, there now is. Although sometimes people don't understand love, they believe that they are experiencing it. Absolute beauty is the ability to cry, be it of loss, fear, or happiness. Absolute beauty is the ability to achieve happiness. Not only to achieve it, but to pursue it. The quest is the absolute goal, but the journey is what shapes a man to what he is. That is absolute, beauty, and sometimes the world doesn't have enough of it, even though it's all around us. Look into the trees outside your window, and see that they are alive, and working with you to sustain your life. Look into the mirror, and see that you can look into it, something that no other creature in the world can do. Look into the eyes of a woman, and see whatever you want to be there. That's what absolute beauty is - whatever the hell you want it to be.

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