Seperations
It's almost impossible that so much has going on with me lately, and yet I am incapable of accurately transcribing it.
Which is good, maybe. Maybe some things are best left undiscussed in a public forum.
Needless to say, I am in a constant state of euphoria these days. Like a ragdoll in a washing machine. I'm dizzy, and my soul feels fresh and new. Like I've waken from a coma, and the world is a brighter, more exciting place than I ever remember it being.
Yoo-hoo. It sounds like I've been taking happy pills. Which isn't that far off from the truth.
...I've been digesting alot of new art these days. I finally viewed "I Heart Huckabees", which is better than i would have guessed...started reading Bukowski's "Hollywood" (normally I hate writers that are so egocentric, but somehow with Bukowski, I don't really mind). And of course, there's been a flood of music to digest these days (it never ends, music).
I'm constantly reminded of how important Art, in all it's forms, is to me. What's more important than human beings, communicating their souls to one another? Expressing their ideas, their way of seeing the world? Songs, films, paintings, novels...how much some silly results of someone else's imagination can effect me. Maybe I'm a bit too sensitive to such things. But if I'm going to distract myself for the misery of real life...well, i'll take Joni Mitchell's "The River", or "Welcome To The Dollhouse" over a football game or an episode of "the O'Reilly factor", thankyouverymuch.
Goodness, I'm rambling.
...Had band practice last night. Which was nice, although fairly fruitless. But it's always nice to just be able to play. It was hot as sin in my house, but on the other hand - playign in my own living room. Doesn't get more convenient than that.
I just want to write. Write songs. Nothing about being a "musician" is more satisfying than wiritng, to me. Like the idea that maybe you will write "the perfect song", or at the very least, something bigger than you are.
(Music, beer, and the bestest gal in the world...what else is there?)
Which is good, maybe. Maybe some things are best left undiscussed in a public forum.
Needless to say, I am in a constant state of euphoria these days. Like a ragdoll in a washing machine. I'm dizzy, and my soul feels fresh and new. Like I've waken from a coma, and the world is a brighter, more exciting place than I ever remember it being.
Yoo-hoo. It sounds like I've been taking happy pills. Which isn't that far off from the truth.
...I've been digesting alot of new art these days. I finally viewed "I Heart Huckabees", which is better than i would have guessed...started reading Bukowski's "Hollywood" (normally I hate writers that are so egocentric, but somehow with Bukowski, I don't really mind). And of course, there's been a flood of music to digest these days (it never ends, music).
I'm constantly reminded of how important Art, in all it's forms, is to me. What's more important than human beings, communicating their souls to one another? Expressing their ideas, their way of seeing the world? Songs, films, paintings, novels...how much some silly results of someone else's imagination can effect me. Maybe I'm a bit too sensitive to such things. But if I'm going to distract myself for the misery of real life...well, i'll take Joni Mitchell's "The River", or "Welcome To The Dollhouse" over a football game or an episode of "the O'Reilly factor", thankyouverymuch.
Goodness, I'm rambling.
...Had band practice last night. Which was nice, although fairly fruitless. But it's always nice to just be able to play. It was hot as sin in my house, but on the other hand - playign in my own living room. Doesn't get more convenient than that.
I just want to write. Write songs. Nothing about being a "musician" is more satisfying than wiritng, to me. Like the idea that maybe you will write "the perfect song", or at the very least, something bigger than you are.
(Music, beer, and the bestest gal in the world...what else is there?)