My name is Jordan Pearson ...im 18..

Going to Centre High, then the U of A...

I'm waiting for that one perfect moment in life, the one that deffines who i am forever...

I play bass guitar


I live my life loving each day, not fearing it might be my last, but rather enjoying that it is one more day i get to be alive.



I am a member of the church of attraction, the law of attraction works indefinatly so why not embrace it
and every thing around you.

20 REASONS TO DATE A GUITARIST

1. We have some incredibly nimble hands.
2. Three words: Attention. To. Detail.
3. We practice CONTINUALLY.
4. We aim to please many people at a time, so one person is nothing hard, right?
5. We're perfectionists. We get it right the first time.
6. We are used to drawn out solos.
7. We don't mind it loud, fast and out of control.
8. We are ALWAYS open to new techniques. It's all about improving in skill, baby.
9. If we can take a guitar (an inanimate object) and make it scream and wail and moan, it sure should be easy to make a living, thinking person do the same, don't you think?
10. We always do our best to put on an excellent show.
11. We're used to putting on and taking off strings and such.
12. We're up for recording sessions, any time, any place.
13. We don't tell our tricks and secrets quite so easily as normal folks.
14. We just LOOK badass doin' our thing.
15. We like good, tight, well fitting pickup jacks.
16. We go to shows with some FINE pieces of wood (guitars, of course.)
17. We enjoy being scantily clad.
18. MONEY.
19. We leave a mark on all those we come across.
20. We are GREAT at improvising.

shit i wrote back in the emo days....

Beneath it all

dont be fooled by me
dont let my masks decieve you
ive got thousands
none are me
i wear them none the less

pretending is a second nature to me
i give the illusion of security
that confidence is my name and coolness my game
that i will be fine on my own
DONT BELIEVE ME!!
my surface seems smooth and untouched
another mask of deceit & confusion
beneath it a hallow
filled with loneliness and insecurity
you will never know this truth
for i keep my mask everpresent

i panic at the thought of my revealed truths
so i create another mask
to aid in my image of collected thought
topped with a nonchalant smirk to add to the deceit
that shields me from exposure

but such exposure is my only hope
i know this to be true
but only doable with the aid of acceptance and love
this is all that will liberate me from my self-erected prison
i want to be genuine spontanious and me
this is only possible through you

i need a hand to pull me free
even when it appears to be the last thing i want
only you can wipe from my face the blandness of my masks of lies