reclaiming

[gentlyweeps]

so i have these faint desires to make things and do things creatively and pursue stuff that i have always loved doing. but i have been so tired from the metaphorical 9 to 5 that i rarely make time to actually make things or practice or play out. i need to be singing and playing. i need to do that. it is a waste if i don't...as long as i am here in this city, i really should be playing open mic nights or something. at least a little bit. i think i am going to make myself go play at the sidewalk café on monday night. but there's so much to do at work before thanksgiving, i will probably have to stay late and i always have to wake up early. that's just not cool. i mean, i need the money, so more hours is good. but when am i ever going to sing?

heaven only knows.

i've been thinking about what it is that makes a singer really hit you hard. you know? it's not just having a good-sounding voice or having good vocal technique...it's the soul that comes out of the voice. you have to be convinced that the person really feels what they're singing about. that is, to be moved by what they're singing. and there's something really profound and special to me about singing as an expressive form. it literally, physically comes out from inside of you. maybe that is why i love to sing. and to me it's the best feeling in the world...

oh man i need to watch sister act II. i wish i still had my dvd. i think i have to buy a new one.