Wham City is the best...
I am drunk and petting my cat at 6:30 in the AM.
This must be my last Keith Moon night for a long while.
Busdriver tomorrow night, my mom's birthday on Sunday, next week becomes super serious superhouse week (we are recording an album in less than a month and must get our shit together), and I start great new job next week, life becomes more .
I'm cleaning my room this weekend and staying home most of next week (I must).
However, life is fucking awesome and I am happy beyond belief.
I've spent the last month and a half hanging out with my most favorite people in the entire world. I am entirely grounded and supported by my friends.
I saw rachel tonight, she is truly my stabilizing force, I need her in times like this. She reads my palm and feeds me simple insights about myself and my life.
There are a few people I miss (I can't fucking wait for Shelby to be here, and Jack Still needs to not be in summer school right now).
Rachel told me that periods of depression fuel my creativity and it's very true. For a month and a half (April 10th to the end of May) I was spiraling downward. However, now, I am writing the greatest songs I have ever written and my work has become intensely heartfelt and personal. This pleases me.
I want to write more, I want to be more, and I know that I will be.
Thank you,
-Phil
Songs I've Listened to in the Past 30 minutes and over the past few weeks because they amaze me:
Wham City by Dan Deacon (the best song to end the night to)
Lies by Antennas
The Bears are Coming by Late of the Pier
Vertigo (If It's a Crime) by Islands
This must be my last Keith Moon night for a long while.
Busdriver tomorrow night, my mom's birthday on Sunday, next week becomes super serious superhouse week (we are recording an album in less than a month and must get our shit together), and I start great new job next week, life becomes more .
I'm cleaning my room this weekend and staying home most of next week (I must).
However, life is fucking awesome and I am happy beyond belief.
I've spent the last month and a half hanging out with my most favorite people in the entire world. I am entirely grounded and supported by my friends.
I saw rachel tonight, she is truly my stabilizing force, I need her in times like this. She reads my palm and feeds me simple insights about myself and my life.
There are a few people I miss (I can't fucking wait for Shelby to be here, and Jack Still needs to not be in summer school right now).
Rachel told me that periods of depression fuel my creativity and it's very true. For a month and a half (April 10th to the end of May) I was spiraling downward. However, now, I am writing the greatest songs I have ever written and my work has become intensely heartfelt and personal. This pleases me.
I want to write more, I want to be more, and I know that I will be.
Thank you,
-Phil
Songs I've Listened to in the Past 30 minutes and over the past few weeks because they amaze me:
Wham City by Dan Deacon (the best song to end the night to)
Lies by Antennas
The Bears are Coming by Late of the Pier
Vertigo (If It's a Crime) by Islands