Taking Sledgehammers To Plans Carved In Stone
A company has approached me about doing a small series of shows in the New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania Areas. Tri-state, essentially - and more specifically, Manhattan, Camden/Brooklyn and Philadelphia. Mostly to promote the old DTHE songs - which, somehow, are -still- popular with people, and I didn't even know this - and to plug the new FOTW songs, which this company sounds interested in pursuing as taking on as an album.
I sitll have plenty of time to decide on whether or not I'm going to do this. And I'm not sure yet.
Sure would be a nice stress reliever, though.
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One more thing on music, I know you people who read this hate when I talk about the one thing I truely love, but hey, some people are interested. Certain situations, mostly health and family related, have set both the EP and LP back. And spending some time lately revisiting the material for the EP, I am entirely unhappy with all of it, as well as much of the LP itself. So I've pretty much thrown everything that was on the EP away, except for two or three songs.
I've written others to take the dead songs' places.
And the LP is on the back burner until the EP is finished. And I don't think it'll be named "Your Only Love Is Yourself Anymore". I kind of like the title of this journal entry as an album title, but it's long, and chunky, but...it's catchy and reflects the themes of the new songs.
So for all zero of you eagerly waiting for new Palecurve material, go back to waiting and leave me alone.
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You know, a while back I had come up with this whole plan for how I wanted the rest of my life to unfold. Not down to minute details, but at least covering the big things - and not on a time scale, just I want this to happen, and then that, and then that. And most of the time, I think that hey, maybe my life just might end up the way I had planned it.
And other times....other times I wonder if what I want isn't what other people want, and maybe they know that but they're afraid to tell me.
But then again, I have a tendency to over-analyze things.
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I found a store called Lush on Walnut street the other day, after taking my mother to the doctor (more about that below). I stopped in, since it was one of those stores that sold natural skin/shampoo/soap products, handmade, etc. After browsing for a few minutes in awe of the cool colors and smells of the products, one of the employees, Brit(tany, ney) came up to me. We were talking about brown sugar scrub and how it's too rough, and she proceeded to show me this ocean salt scrub and moisturizer, which she rubbed into my hand, then had me compare the difference. Absolutely amazing.
She did the same with a facial toner made from tea leaves and another moisturizer, since we have the same skin types - pale, oily and with pink undertones and splotches. Instead of having to slather on my foundation, this just did the job and also makes my skin feel great.
So I met the rest of the staff, and they basically admitted that they need a guy working there so that it doesn't come off like a Bath and Body works, where guys just don't feel comfortable walking in, since it seems so "girly". I got along well with the staff, one of the employees actually -recognized- my Jhonn Balance middle-finger "god please FUCK my mind for good" t-shirt and complimented me, and Brit-whatever told me to make a creative resume with a creative cover letter and drop it off. I figure I'll record a song about the store and put that on a CD too. How could you NOT hire me after all that work?
Plus, the pay is really nice for a brand new center city store - and it'll be great while I'm disabled and waiting for that to wear off, and a nice way to kill some time until school begins next year - and even then I can go to part time. It just seems like, for the first time since Men's Wearhouse in Exton, a fun place to work. So wish me luck.
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The past two weeks have been highly stressful. I won't go into the details, but I've been staying up all night to make sure my mother doesn't die, essentially. She's been diagnosed with osteoarthritis, which has already severely crippled her knees and ankles, and on top of that, she may need serious stomach surgery because there's a fear her stomach and esophagus may detach and she may go septic which means, essentially, instant death.
So, since I'll be gone to Florida for a while at the end of the month, she's going into the hospital.
This is all very, very stressful.
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Right now I really just need someone to humor me - comfort me, calm me down, and love me.
But my bed is comfortable and warm, and that's only five feet away - and everything goes away when I pull the blanket over my head.
I think the bed is the smart option in this case.
Goodnight.
I sitll have plenty of time to decide on whether or not I'm going to do this. And I'm not sure yet.
Sure would be a nice stress reliever, though.
--
One more thing on music, I know you people who read this hate when I talk about the one thing I truely love, but hey, some people are interested. Certain situations, mostly health and family related, have set both the EP and LP back. And spending some time lately revisiting the material for the EP, I am entirely unhappy with all of it, as well as much of the LP itself. So I've pretty much thrown everything that was on the EP away, except for two or three songs.
I've written others to take the dead songs' places.
And the LP is on the back burner until the EP is finished. And I don't think it'll be named "Your Only Love Is Yourself Anymore". I kind of like the title of this journal entry as an album title, but it's long, and chunky, but...it's catchy and reflects the themes of the new songs.
So for all zero of you eagerly waiting for new Palecurve material, go back to waiting and leave me alone.
--
You know, a while back I had come up with this whole plan for how I wanted the rest of my life to unfold. Not down to minute details, but at least covering the big things - and not on a time scale, just I want this to happen, and then that, and then that. And most of the time, I think that hey, maybe my life just might end up the way I had planned it.
And other times....other times I wonder if what I want isn't what other people want, and maybe they know that but they're afraid to tell me.
But then again, I have a tendency to over-analyze things.
--
I found a store called Lush on Walnut street the other day, after taking my mother to the doctor (more about that below). I stopped in, since it was one of those stores that sold natural skin/shampoo/soap products, handmade, etc. After browsing for a few minutes in awe of the cool colors and smells of the products, one of the employees, Brit(tany, ney) came up to me. We were talking about brown sugar scrub and how it's too rough, and she proceeded to show me this ocean salt scrub and moisturizer, which she rubbed into my hand, then had me compare the difference. Absolutely amazing.
She did the same with a facial toner made from tea leaves and another moisturizer, since we have the same skin types - pale, oily and with pink undertones and splotches. Instead of having to slather on my foundation, this just did the job and also makes my skin feel great.
So I met the rest of the staff, and they basically admitted that they need a guy working there so that it doesn't come off like a Bath and Body works, where guys just don't feel comfortable walking in, since it seems so "girly". I got along well with the staff, one of the employees actually -recognized- my Jhonn Balance middle-finger "god please FUCK my mind for good" t-shirt and complimented me, and Brit-whatever told me to make a creative resume with a creative cover letter and drop it off. I figure I'll record a song about the store and put that on a CD too. How could you NOT hire me after all that work?
Plus, the pay is really nice for a brand new center city store - and it'll be great while I'm disabled and waiting for that to wear off, and a nice way to kill some time until school begins next year - and even then I can go to part time. It just seems like, for the first time since Men's Wearhouse in Exton, a fun place to work. So wish me luck.
--
The past two weeks have been highly stressful. I won't go into the details, but I've been staying up all night to make sure my mother doesn't die, essentially. She's been diagnosed with osteoarthritis, which has already severely crippled her knees and ankles, and on top of that, she may need serious stomach surgery because there's a fear her stomach and esophagus may detach and she may go septic which means, essentially, instant death.
So, since I'll be gone to Florida for a while at the end of the month, she's going into the hospital.
This is all very, very stressful.
--
Right now I really just need someone to humor me - comfort me, calm me down, and love me.
But my bed is comfortable and warm, and that's only five feet away - and everything goes away when I pull the blanket over my head.
I think the bed is the smart option in this case.
Goodnight.