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As of today, I have lived 1 year in Brooklyn. I really wanted to write a good page or two on my reflections, but I feel kind of shitty today and my brain isn't working how I want it to. Figures that any motivation would flee when I have a day off. The past month I have worked everyday except maybe 3 or 4 days. Making money is alright, but coupled with an early a.m. summer class I haven't the time to even think about what I want to do when I have time. Now that I do, I'm farting around. Shit needs to slow down. Really missing Michigan friends. No lie.
I need to make music with people. I'm not meant to be a solo musician. Couldn't sing if my life depended on it. Though layering guitar parts on a 4 track is fun, it's just not loud enough! Volume! I need it!
I need to make music with people. I'm not meant to be a solo musician. Couldn't sing if my life depended on it. Though layering guitar parts on a 4 track is fun, it's just not loud enough! Volume! I need it!