A door.
It would seem that the powers that be want to keep me in the hospital possibly through the weekend, due to the fact I have only a thin layer of flesh between my calf muscle and the outside world, and I'm still quite vulnerable to reinfection.
Through the time here, I feel myself in a general state of reverence, gratitude and love. Connecting with friends has been enlightening and joy evoking, although not being well enough to dance, and being separated from my guitar does have me feeling a little stir crazy.
Finding a place of silence, though idiopathically periodic, has enabled me the intellectual freedom of visualizing models of life and paths of manifestation. Organically and rigorously considering the elements of the life I am trying to build is a source of consistent excitement.
It would seem as though doors are opening up for a European tour - though It's gonna take a stretch to accumulate the minimum necessary capital to get me equipped, and across the oceans. I've written enough music to fill 5 or 6 LP's, so I hope to make that a reality. Maybe throwing a couple of EP's on there too for good measure - just to give the space to friends who are amped on doing album art. I'm caught between finishing a few more songs inspired by...well, as it turns out, I have much to be inspired by so you'll just have to wait and see.
I imagine getting organized to do a kickstarter would help, but I'd want to get at least a couple recordings done as a demo, and some photos/paintings/etchings on the bill, because it's my friends that have helped to form me into the man I am today, and it would certainly make me happy to help give them a leg up.
I certainly have received plenty of verbal support, love and appreciation from the community I am in, and that is encouraging - but as the saying goes, money talks and bullshit walks. At the heart of it, I really do it for the love but it feels swell to be able to do things like eat, and buy art supplies, and perhaps maybe, just maybe build a bridge to be a dad again.
The symbol is a door, the door is in you
simply to adore, adore what's in you.
Through the time here, I feel myself in a general state of reverence, gratitude and love. Connecting with friends has been enlightening and joy evoking, although not being well enough to dance, and being separated from my guitar does have me feeling a little stir crazy.
Finding a place of silence, though idiopathically periodic, has enabled me the intellectual freedom of visualizing models of life and paths of manifestation. Organically and rigorously considering the elements of the life I am trying to build is a source of consistent excitement.
It would seem as though doors are opening up for a European tour - though It's gonna take a stretch to accumulate the minimum necessary capital to get me equipped, and across the oceans. I've written enough music to fill 5 or 6 LP's, so I hope to make that a reality. Maybe throwing a couple of EP's on there too for good measure - just to give the space to friends who are amped on doing album art. I'm caught between finishing a few more songs inspired by...well, as it turns out, I have much to be inspired by so you'll just have to wait and see.
I imagine getting organized to do a kickstarter would help, but I'd want to get at least a couple recordings done as a demo, and some photos/paintings/etchings on the bill, because it's my friends that have helped to form me into the man I am today, and it would certainly make me happy to help give them a leg up.
I certainly have received plenty of verbal support, love and appreciation from the community I am in, and that is encouraging - but as the saying goes, money talks and bullshit walks. At the heart of it, I really do it for the love but it feels swell to be able to do things like eat, and buy art supplies, and perhaps maybe, just maybe build a bridge to be a dad again.
The symbol is a door, the door is in you
simply to adore, adore what's in you.