Faux-toes
I have been sick for exactly a week now, and I finally started feeling much better today. I'm still all stuffy, but my head feels much clearer. I think it's finally going to pass within a few days. I think I danced a lot of it out last night.
Went to a house show (hadn't been to one in forever) and it was absolutely awesome. I had a freaking blast. It was at this big purple house on the east side where a bunch of hippie-like people dwell. By this, I mean that there are about 20+ people that live at this house, many of them in 3 large teepees that had been built in the backyard. It was a good vibe, with fantastic musicians, and one of the acts was a dance group. Two girls and a super flaming guy, all doing these awesome synchronized dance moves. The bands were incredible, too. Many Birthdays was one of the greatest bands I've seen in a long time. Bradley and I danced all night with a bunch of fun kids.
Before all that though we played music again. Which is just fucking awesome, we can really do some great stuff together and read each other musically very well. Our brains mesh well together, I like it. It's very exciting to feel someone new out musically, I have really been enjoying it. What's funny is that I think I have him gravitating strongly towards the improv because we're pretty good at it together, which obviously makes me happy when it comes to us playing together, it's my natural tendency... however, it also makes me really scared when it comes to playing shows. He's such a good performer though, I'd be far more inclined to try it with him behind the mic... but still, improv is fucking scary in all-eyes-on-me situations. We shall see.
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I miss passion. Sometimes things just feel too empty. I felt this again. I think I've just been experiencing a weird period after basically being smacked across the face by life (not to mention brother irony) as far as all that stuff goes. I haven't written much on it and doubt I will, I've been keeping most of it just tucked away. But in sum, someone new (who I can never be with) completely took my breath away in seconds flat, and though I'm done with the writhing on the floor bit, I'm still just sitting on the ground looking around. It's a bit weirder when you're looking up at people from the ground as opposed to being eye-level. I'm going off track, though. So now, you see, I know it's possible for me to be that into someone else (I really didn't honestly think it was), but I still feel overwhelmed, or underwhelmed depending on your perspective. Why are so many people so bland? I guess if everyone was that exciting, the inevitable catch would be that no one would seem quite so exciting. I just wish life would throw me a little bit of a bone.
But that's life. There are many a plethora of problems of far greater significance in the world, and I remind myself of this quite often when I feel myself start to dwell too much. Oh, silly brain. I think sometimes it's just difficult to be immersed in it.
Went to a house show (hadn't been to one in forever) and it was absolutely awesome. I had a freaking blast. It was at this big purple house on the east side where a bunch of hippie-like people dwell. By this, I mean that there are about 20+ people that live at this house, many of them in 3 large teepees that had been built in the backyard. It was a good vibe, with fantastic musicians, and one of the acts was a dance group. Two girls and a super flaming guy, all doing these awesome synchronized dance moves. The bands were incredible, too. Many Birthdays was one of the greatest bands I've seen in a long time. Bradley and I danced all night with a bunch of fun kids.
Before all that though we played music again. Which is just fucking awesome, we can really do some great stuff together and read each other musically very well. Our brains mesh well together, I like it. It's very exciting to feel someone new out musically, I have really been enjoying it. What's funny is that I think I have him gravitating strongly towards the improv because we're pretty good at it together, which obviously makes me happy when it comes to us playing together, it's my natural tendency... however, it also makes me really scared when it comes to playing shows. He's such a good performer though, I'd be far more inclined to try it with him behind the mic... but still, improv is fucking scary in all-eyes-on-me situations. We shall see.
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I miss passion. Sometimes things just feel too empty. I felt this again. I think I've just been experiencing a weird period after basically being smacked across the face by life (not to mention brother irony) as far as all that stuff goes. I haven't written much on it and doubt I will, I've been keeping most of it just tucked away. But in sum, someone new (who I can never be with) completely took my breath away in seconds flat, and though I'm done with the writhing on the floor bit, I'm still just sitting on the ground looking around. It's a bit weirder when you're looking up at people from the ground as opposed to being eye-level. I'm going off track, though. So now, you see, I know it's possible for me to be that into someone else (I really didn't honestly think it was), but I still feel overwhelmed, or underwhelmed depending on your perspective. Why are so many people so bland? I guess if everyone was that exciting, the inevitable catch would be that no one would seem quite so exciting. I just wish life would throw me a little bit of a bone.
But that's life. There are many a plethora of problems of far greater significance in the world, and I remind myself of this quite often when I feel myself start to dwell too much. Oh, silly brain. I think sometimes it's just difficult to be immersed in it.