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I've generally not been a big fan of any sort of "blogging." The general concept of throwing out personal thoughts into a public forum usually trips me out. With that said, I'm gonna write and see what happens.
Money is scary. I have a constant, nagging fear of losing control of my finances and losing my home and my select creature comforts. Money is nice to have and I very much like having enough to be able to afford everything without being worried about losing anything. That's not the case these days, though.
I'm getting really, really bored with my musical stagnation, both writing/performing and listening to.
To be very honest, I miss Ravina so much. Sure, there were a lot of personal conflicts, but playing and putting all my emotion into it and having that release is something I've never felt before. It was so intense every time we played a show or wrote a new song. I miss it.
I've been talking to a few friends with an established band about jamming and potentially making it permanent, and I've been trying to nose out other bands I'd like to play in.
On the topic, Josh and I were gonna play an ill-planned, but conceptually fun show downtown but it unfortunately fell through. I love jamming and just woodshedding with friends and honing our skills, especially with Josh. He and I established our musical talent together and formed our own very unique styles together and I guess our goofy multi-hour jam sessions are something I miss. He and I both acknowledge we are far too unfocused together to actually form something serious, but it'd be fun nonetheless.
My family and I have been closer than ever since I moved out last December. I love them very much and love the connection I've formed with them.
August 23rd was the six month mark for Lauren and I. We certainly haven't been together very long, but we've grown very close and I love it. Call me naive and young, but I truly do think we have a very strong future together.
I have this desire to make nice with people I've known for a long time. There were people I wasn't the closest with in my younger days, partially at my own fault, but recently, I've come under the impression that they [and I] have grown into people that are significantly more laid-back and worth knowing. Maybe I'm just bored.
I think I'm starting to get discontent again.
You see, every once in a while, I get this strong desire to move to the country, make a living working with my hands, and live out the rest of my days leading a simple, honest life. I've lived that life a few separate times now, and it was some of the most fulfilling, satisfying time in my nineteen years.
On that note, as a wiser man than I once sang, "Life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel and I leave the paved road far behind. And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me easin' my own worried mind. Way back in the sticks is where I feel alive; in my rusty old '66 that won't even go 55. And nothin' can compare to the joy that I've found every time I go back there to my own spiritual ground."
I don't know what's brought about this admittedly uncharacteristic openness and nostalgia. I just don't know.
Take care, all. Please.
Money is scary. I have a constant, nagging fear of losing control of my finances and losing my home and my select creature comforts. Money is nice to have and I very much like having enough to be able to afford everything without being worried about losing anything. That's not the case these days, though.
I'm getting really, really bored with my musical stagnation, both writing/performing and listening to.
To be very honest, I miss Ravina so much. Sure, there were a lot of personal conflicts, but playing and putting all my emotion into it and having that release is something I've never felt before. It was so intense every time we played a show or wrote a new song. I miss it.
I've been talking to a few friends with an established band about jamming and potentially making it permanent, and I've been trying to nose out other bands I'd like to play in.
On the topic, Josh and I were gonna play an ill-planned, but conceptually fun show downtown but it unfortunately fell through. I love jamming and just woodshedding with friends and honing our skills, especially with Josh. He and I established our musical talent together and formed our own very unique styles together and I guess our goofy multi-hour jam sessions are something I miss. He and I both acknowledge we are far too unfocused together to actually form something serious, but it'd be fun nonetheless.
My family and I have been closer than ever since I moved out last December. I love them very much and love the connection I've formed with them.
August 23rd was the six month mark for Lauren and I. We certainly haven't been together very long, but we've grown very close and I love it. Call me naive and young, but I truly do think we have a very strong future together.
I have this desire to make nice with people I've known for a long time. There were people I wasn't the closest with in my younger days, partially at my own fault, but recently, I've come under the impression that they [and I] have grown into people that are significantly more laid-back and worth knowing. Maybe I'm just bored.
I think I'm starting to get discontent again.
You see, every once in a while, I get this strong desire to move to the country, make a living working with my hands, and live out the rest of my days leading a simple, honest life. I've lived that life a few separate times now, and it was some of the most fulfilling, satisfying time in my nineteen years.
On that note, as a wiser man than I once sang, "Life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel and I leave the paved road far behind. And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me easin' my own worried mind. Way back in the sticks is where I feel alive; in my rusty old '66 that won't even go 55. And nothin' can compare to the joy that I've found every time I go back there to my own spiritual ground."
I don't know what's brought about this admittedly uncharacteristic openness and nostalgia. I just don't know.
Take care, all. Please.