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Jeeeeeez. it's over 3 months since i posted and so much has happened.
Who was it who said "I'm too old to cry, but i hurts too much not to" ? That's been much of my life recently.
I staved off foreclosure, only get hit (on the same day) with my car blowing up and being rushed to hospital with a stroke.
Now i've made this miraculous and perfect recovery, but now i've got no car, and a mountain of debt from the hospital. Sometimes i cant win for losing.
On the bright side, i fixed the rot in the studio roof, and fixed the digital recording system. So now I have the first five tracks completed for my CD. I am soooooooooooooooooooo excited about them....... they sound so good.
Of course, i haven't yet had the courage to start putting the vocals down.... but i will. I think they're going to be OK, but like so many other composers/writers/painters whatever.. i have this incessant fear that i am living in a fantasy, and when the world hears what i do, they will confirm my worst fear: that i truly truly suck rabbit balls!
But this stupid voice inside keeps telling me "finish the studio jimmy, and record that fucking CD" so i just go blindly on, hoping for the best.
The one enduring bright spot in all this has been dylan. He has been like a rock in my life and I really don't know what i would do without him. Everyone should find themselves a pretty trans-boi like dylan and then they could truly live happily ever after.
And he's so clever. He's doing his Masters now, and getting straight A's. With a bit of luck, he wont kick me out when he finally gets a job.... and then, he's going to make so much money that I can stay at home and just write music and poetry for the rest of my life.
I honestly don't know how I am managing to survive.... i seem to be getting by totally on thin air at the moment.
Perhaps i should become a lawyer... and then i could sue myself for non-support..... i KNOW i'd win! hah hah!
Who was it who said "I'm too old to cry, but i hurts too much not to" ? That's been much of my life recently.
I staved off foreclosure, only get hit (on the same day) with my car blowing up and being rushed to hospital with a stroke.
Now i've made this miraculous and perfect recovery, but now i've got no car, and a mountain of debt from the hospital. Sometimes i cant win for losing.
On the bright side, i fixed the rot in the studio roof, and fixed the digital recording system. So now I have the first five tracks completed for my CD. I am soooooooooooooooooooo excited about them....... they sound so good.
Of course, i haven't yet had the courage to start putting the vocals down.... but i will. I think they're going to be OK, but like so many other composers/writers/painters whatever.. i have this incessant fear that i am living in a fantasy, and when the world hears what i do, they will confirm my worst fear: that i truly truly suck rabbit balls!
But this stupid voice inside keeps telling me "finish the studio jimmy, and record that fucking CD" so i just go blindly on, hoping for the best.
The one enduring bright spot in all this has been dylan. He has been like a rock in my life and I really don't know what i would do without him. Everyone should find themselves a pretty trans-boi like dylan and then they could truly live happily ever after.
And he's so clever. He's doing his Masters now, and getting straight A's. With a bit of luck, he wont kick me out when he finally gets a job.... and then, he's going to make so much money that I can stay at home and just write music and poetry for the rest of my life.
I honestly don't know how I am managing to survive.... i seem to be getting by totally on thin air at the moment.
Perhaps i should become a lawyer... and then i could sue myself for non-support..... i KNOW i'd win! hah hah!