Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
So all that good stuff I posted earlier about walking away from the fears that I use to chain myself? Well, it's going pretty good. I'm doing things and I'm in a place mentally and financially that I never thought I'd find myself in. Cept now its Winter, Gods damned Winter, and I've got more cracks forming than baked desert. The Lonely has got me wrapped up tight, along with a few lengths of 'I'm living in my Dad's basement' for good measure. All the green is gone and the rains are starting to come through. Crow calls and fox cries. The big fear? Failure. Apparently I'm doing a kick ass job, but now I've got two shows all to myself and there are goals and deadlines and brusque New Yorkers to upsell. If we do well at these two shows, the fucking sky is the limit. If we do poorly, we're done. That's a lot of pressure for a guy like me what never believed he could do anything. Or believed he could do everything but did nothing about it.
D.C. is scary. I don't know where to find those kinds of people I like. I don't know where one looks for a Rachel a Nick or a Lee. Or a Cody a Brian or a Bradford. None of those people will show up if you sort the list by Archetype or by Age Group. This guy posted an ad on craigslist looking for guys to sing with for fun. Emailed him, oozing interest. He write me back? 'Course not. I even put a profile up on 'It's Just Coffee', mainly cause it's free, but haven't reached out or been reached out to. Granted I haven't gone out exploring (in the real world), which is exactly what needs to be done, but I need a car if I don't want to spend two hours in the getting somewhere. Two hours isn't so bad but, like I said: Winter. Gods damned Winter. I'm just getting stir crazy. Nothing much for me to do in the way of steam releasing. No buddies, no girl, no green, no transportation, no home base. This is the hump. Just need to get over it I suppose. Life from right here strikes me as vaguely Sisyphean. But that's me being cyclical... eh cynical.
From 'Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow'
-Jethro Tull
As holly pricks and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear.
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear.
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show
is to share your joy at Christmas time
with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow,
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
D.C. is scary. I don't know where to find those kinds of people I like. I don't know where one looks for a Rachel a Nick or a Lee. Or a Cody a Brian or a Bradford. None of those people will show up if you sort the list by Archetype or by Age Group. This guy posted an ad on craigslist looking for guys to sing with for fun. Emailed him, oozing interest. He write me back? 'Course not. I even put a profile up on 'It's Just Coffee', mainly cause it's free, but haven't reached out or been reached out to. Granted I haven't gone out exploring (in the real world), which is exactly what needs to be done, but I need a car if I don't want to spend two hours in the getting somewhere. Two hours isn't so bad but, like I said: Winter. Gods damned Winter. I'm just getting stir crazy. Nothing much for me to do in the way of steam releasing. No buddies, no girl, no green, no transportation, no home base. This is the hump. Just need to get over it I suppose. Life from right here strikes me as vaguely Sisyphean. But that's me being cyclical... eh cynical.
From 'Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow'
-Jethro Tull
As holly pricks and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear.
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear.
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show
is to share your joy at Christmas time
with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow,
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.