Bitches in Tokyo.
I was getting a little fed up with just about everything back home. I was catching myself getting into the same routine of a dinner, a club, some hanging, some music, in a chain of repetition almost every single free night I had. I was becoming incapable of controlling my moodiness over a camera being pointed at the side of my head, and my eyes were beginning to take on a detrimental burning from exposure to the flashing. I didn't even have any desire to write anything anymore when every word, thought, and/or youtube video I posted was to be somehow waved to any girl I'd ever dated. That connection being made by the gossiping reachers, at the fault that almost all of my recent dating had been brought out to the same light of the cameras that were making my eyes unfocused. I'd had enough. One night I came back to my place, tossed my keys on the table, and checked my home phone messages and found one I liked. I had a chance to go to Tokyo and I jumped at it. A couple of my friends wanted to me to come out while I didn't have much obligation as far as work went, so, I was packed up and ready to go in about twelve minutes. I forgot my planner and all underwear, I'll never be able to remember everything.
In Tokyo, I got the focus back. Though it took a while. I had a lot of time to think about what I want to do with myself now. It's much easier to do when it's quiet and there's more serenity, I could lose myself in Japan if I'd really wanted to do so. I made the hotel my home, I'd meet my friends for drinks, dinner. I did a lot of walking around and took pictures that I may or may not share later once I get around to loading them up. I didn't miss home. It's a probability that I might one day get a place out this way. I haven't ruled it out. I tried to write music as often as I could, I didn't know when I'd be able to get this kind of peace again. I considered direction, what music really spoke to me and what I wanted to incorporate into what I was going to do next. When you write music and record an album, you really have to like it. If you don't, you're going to be in deep shit. It's going to be your own personal hell. Because you're going to have to promote, play, and tour with these same songs for a very long time to come and if there's one song on your record that you really never loved to death and it gets pushed as a single, you're going to have to get up on stage night after night and strum to something that your heart isn't even in. It could be a career death move, you risk killing your own spark if your heart isn't involved in every word, sound, process you've gone through to make a song what it is. You have to like what you do. I really think the fans feel it too when you're not crazy about what you're doing. They're not stupid, they can tell when you're bored as fuck with the chord and it shadows across them to be given that same feeling when they're hearing you play. You have to wow yourself before anyone else and that's what I wanted to spend time doing while in Tokyo. Not just when it came to creating music but in everything I did while I was there.
I've been back for a few days and I was in the swelteringly warm Temple Bar last night watching a great musician do his thing, trying to continue breathing in the hoodie I wore that threatened to boil me (but I naively thought was keeping me from plain view) when I bumped into a girl that recognized me. She smiled and I moved along, fooling myself into thinking I was un-noted unlike a few days before when I was faced with the same cameras I'd left behind. My eyes weren't burning anymore but I'm sure that will return sooner or later. It's unavoidable. The summer tour dates were put out last week and I have another show coming up soon, there's not going to be another chance for escape for a while yet but I think I'm re-energized and ready to go where the road takes me. I bought eye-drops.
I do want to apologize for giving out my contact information and then splitting without warning. I had to split from everything, not just California. You have to quit the road for a while eventually and go where the wind takes you instead. And leave everything else on hold until you get back. I hope some of you held tight and still want to be interrupted with my scattered conversation and really bad jokes. Look for me and I'll look for you.
I know I'm expected to say something about it, so I'll just say it. Yes, I made out with Perez while Jessica watched. I, then, ventured off into the secret tunnels of the hidden kingdom with Harrison Ford and found the secret to love rather than the crystal skull. And I made it back home just in time to ask Alicia Keys to marry me and for her to accept my proposal. It was a slow day in Amayerca. Some people will do anything for attention.
In Tokyo, I got the focus back. Though it took a while. I had a lot of time to think about what I want to do with myself now. It's much easier to do when it's quiet and there's more serenity, I could lose myself in Japan if I'd really wanted to do so. I made the hotel my home, I'd meet my friends for drinks, dinner. I did a lot of walking around and took pictures that I may or may not share later once I get around to loading them up. I didn't miss home. It's a probability that I might one day get a place out this way. I haven't ruled it out. I tried to write music as often as I could, I didn't know when I'd be able to get this kind of peace again. I considered direction, what music really spoke to me and what I wanted to incorporate into what I was going to do next. When you write music and record an album, you really have to like it. If you don't, you're going to be in deep shit. It's going to be your own personal hell. Because you're going to have to promote, play, and tour with these same songs for a very long time to come and if there's one song on your record that you really never loved to death and it gets pushed as a single, you're going to have to get up on stage night after night and strum to something that your heart isn't even in. It could be a career death move, you risk killing your own spark if your heart isn't involved in every word, sound, process you've gone through to make a song what it is. You have to like what you do. I really think the fans feel it too when you're not crazy about what you're doing. They're not stupid, they can tell when you're bored as fuck with the chord and it shadows across them to be given that same feeling when they're hearing you play. You have to wow yourself before anyone else and that's what I wanted to spend time doing while in Tokyo. Not just when it came to creating music but in everything I did while I was there.
I've been back for a few days and I was in the swelteringly warm Temple Bar last night watching a great musician do his thing, trying to continue breathing in the hoodie I wore that threatened to boil me (but I naively thought was keeping me from plain view) when I bumped into a girl that recognized me. She smiled and I moved along, fooling myself into thinking I was un-noted unlike a few days before when I was faced with the same cameras I'd left behind. My eyes weren't burning anymore but I'm sure that will return sooner or later. It's unavoidable. The summer tour dates were put out last week and I have another show coming up soon, there's not going to be another chance for escape for a while yet but I think I'm re-energized and ready to go where the road takes me. I bought eye-drops.
I do want to apologize for giving out my contact information and then splitting without warning. I had to split from everything, not just California. You have to quit the road for a while eventually and go where the wind takes you instead. And leave everything else on hold until you get back. I hope some of you held tight and still want to be interrupted with my scattered conversation and really bad jokes. Look for me and I'll look for you.
I know I'm expected to say something about it, so I'll just say it. Yes, I made out with Perez while Jessica watched. I, then, ventured off into the secret tunnels of the hidden kingdom with Harrison Ford and found the secret to love rather than the crystal skull. And I made it back home just in time to ask Alicia Keys to marry me and for her to accept my proposal. It was a slow day in Amayerca. Some people will do anything for attention.