i miss my callouses
i'm playing guitar again.
i miss my callouses because my fingers don't hurt after playing for a long time when i have them. they'll come back.
kelly and i are working on something that is very mid-90's sonic youth right now. it's dissonant/melodic/and crunchy. it's resonance conjures up a sort of apocalyptic fairy tale where the lead character is left alone lamenting about their lost love and the loss of life that such an event would leave. the subject is not the above mentioned, but it is so depressing that, if left instrumental, you might be hard pressed to not think of some great loss outside of the narrator's person. i don't think that it is soooooooo good as for someone to draw this conclusion, however, but it does bring this imagery to mind for me.
maybe i should bring back my aural storyboard for a concept album i once wanted to make. it was going to be about a boy who grew up in a fallout shelter. knowing in his heart that he was missing much, and that the hands of his human cohorts were responsible for the destruction of the only place that could sustain life in the known universe for his kind. the album was meant to be a catalyst for listeners to extrapolate war to it's farthest possibility, and come to the conclusion that no-one would win. the death of all species on earth, for money. pleasant, yes?
on to happier things. kelly and i were trying to figure out, if we moved, where we would move to. if we go to gaylord we would be 3 hours closer to matt, and if we go to minneapolis we would be 9 hours closer to rachael. if we go to either place, we will be 11hr and 45min from the other. the verbose diatribe i could relay would only further the magnitude of our collective frustration.
this is where i stop.
i miss my callouses because my fingers don't hurt after playing for a long time when i have them. they'll come back.
kelly and i are working on something that is very mid-90's sonic youth right now. it's dissonant/melodic/and crunchy. it's resonance conjures up a sort of apocalyptic fairy tale where the lead character is left alone lamenting about their lost love and the loss of life that such an event would leave. the subject is not the above mentioned, but it is so depressing that, if left instrumental, you might be hard pressed to not think of some great loss outside of the narrator's person. i don't think that it is soooooooo good as for someone to draw this conclusion, however, but it does bring this imagery to mind for me.
maybe i should bring back my aural storyboard for a concept album i once wanted to make. it was going to be about a boy who grew up in a fallout shelter. knowing in his heart that he was missing much, and that the hands of his human cohorts were responsible for the destruction of the only place that could sustain life in the known universe for his kind. the album was meant to be a catalyst for listeners to extrapolate war to it's farthest possibility, and come to the conclusion that no-one would win. the death of all species on earth, for money. pleasant, yes?
on to happier things. kelly and i were trying to figure out, if we moved, where we would move to. if we go to gaylord we would be 3 hours closer to matt, and if we go to minneapolis we would be 9 hours closer to rachael. if we go to either place, we will be 11hr and 45min from the other. the verbose diatribe i could relay would only further the magnitude of our collective frustration.
this is where i stop.