i was well on my way to getting to sleep at a reasonable 1am. good considering the show i went to and the time spent bumbling around in the shop , 1 would be good. i get to the house... i see leif's car up front... i remember the keys sitting on the table at work... i remember leif handing them to me with the instructions that i remove food from the back seat that will surely spoil.
so i thought i might as well collect some random sentences and leave them
here:
how does one meet loners?
i need to buy a 27 cd... slow fade... that's some exquiste floaty feeling!
are you sure this isn't neil young?
"if we were in mexico, i could paint this a bright color and sell it." --leif
things to do: start jogging/working out, practice more, read, take more control of eating, follow up on school research leads, find a music house.
things to read: chemistry, physiological psychology, the sparrow, zen mind beginner's mind, tranceformations, books on erickson, calculus, biology notes, finish up zeman and miller,
"fuck. ass." -- leif.
"have you seen the boondock saints?" --leif
things to find in drumming: taste, feel, ride, band, ability, cowbell, smoothness, simplicity, fun, a music house, confidence, snare, steadiness, kick drum case, harder playing surface, more time.
it occurs to me that i haven't had a really good friend for more than two years. at a time. there are people i still see and am fairly friendly with, and sometimes even a bit close. but none that i spend any significant amount of time with. or even maintain correspondance with.
maybe i should just be 'honest.' let go of the controls. fly wildly into... stable comfort? an interminable spiral? do i think it's 'me' holding back? will 'honest' now be 'honest' later?