Space and Spaces
I think I'm going to start using my livejournal exclusively to talk about music stuff that I'm doing, band business, songs I'm working on, artists I like. I don't really spend much time thinking or worrying about other things lately. Well, I do worry about my classes, which are a goddamn nightmare this semester, but I don't have to deal with those for another nine-ish days. Yeeeeee-aaaaaahhh.
The Model U.N. practice space is on East Fifth street in Austin. The storage units are set up in a little wedge between some old, dusty, manilla-looking wharehouses. There's a a hanging street light that buzzes orange and a grey-ish porta-john. The walls of our storage unit are painted with a lovely mural of some cartoon characters (they look like the Gorillaz). There's a worm dragon devouring a city. It's beautiful. I want to live there.
I'm trying to find the spaces between the notes for a song I want the band to play that I wrote called "Everyone Thinks So." My guitar part might be too clutter-y. I want it to tumble.
The Model U.N. practice space is on East Fifth street in Austin. The storage units are set up in a little wedge between some old, dusty, manilla-looking wharehouses. There's a a hanging street light that buzzes orange and a grey-ish porta-john. The walls of our storage unit are painted with a lovely mural of some cartoon characters (they look like the Gorillaz). There's a worm dragon devouring a city. It's beautiful. I want to live there.
I'm trying to find the spaces between the notes for a song I want the band to play that I wrote called "Everyone Thinks So." My guitar part might be too clutter-y. I want it to tumble.