williamsburg
i've been staying with my sister in brooklyn over spring break. coming home from a party at 1 am, i got off at the wrong subway stop. i felt it and i almost knew it but the back of my head told me i could always just walk. i have a flight in three hours anyways. i'll just walk a few blocks. but it was so fucking scary. fucking new york at 1 am, not knowing which way to go. i walked past this old man with a trenchcoat on. he was holding it shut with one hand, around his crotch. he was trying to catch my eye but i looked away and hurried on. i asked some guy for directions and he told me to cut through this parking lot with him. it's a good thing you ran into me he said. i told him i'd rather walk the long way around.
it's been so good though, being here. i didn't get any work done. but i rode the subway and i met up with friends and i met new people. and i've been thinking about new york a lot. i think people try to think about themselves more objectively in new york. i think big cities change the way i see things more than they actually change what i see. my friend anna's brother is a street musician, and i guess he's making it on his own, without even a day job. he kept talking about how he can't pay his bills but he was obviously making it. he must see so many things. you can just play music in subway stations. i could just play music in subway stations. this one guy was playing on the subway itself. he had an amp and pedal strapped around his waist and he would close his eyes and play sweet repetitions on an old electric guitar. he sounded like he was thinking. he made at least 5 bucks in as many minutes. i could do that. i'll do another year of school and work hard. i'll save up some money. first i'll start playing around school by myself. i'll record things and see where it goes. first i'll buy some crayons and color it all blue.
i saw animal collective the other day. they played with two other tribal-ish bands. i could feel the bass and i could feel my blood flowing.
the city never sleeps. i'm hungry for more.
it's been so good though, being here. i didn't get any work done. but i rode the subway and i met up with friends and i met new people. and i've been thinking about new york a lot. i think people try to think about themselves more objectively in new york. i think big cities change the way i see things more than they actually change what i see. my friend anna's brother is a street musician, and i guess he's making it on his own, without even a day job. he kept talking about how he can't pay his bills but he was obviously making it. he must see so many things. you can just play music in subway stations. i could just play music in subway stations. this one guy was playing on the subway itself. he had an amp and pedal strapped around his waist and he would close his eyes and play sweet repetitions on an old electric guitar. he sounded like he was thinking. he made at least 5 bucks in as many minutes. i could do that. i'll do another year of school and work hard. i'll save up some money. first i'll start playing around school by myself. i'll record things and see where it goes. first i'll buy some crayons and color it all blue.
i saw animal collective the other day. they played with two other tribal-ish bands. i could feel the bass and i could feel my blood flowing.
the city never sleeps. i'm hungry for more.