Happy anniversary?
Who would have thought that on the one year anniversary of your journal that you’d have so little to say. Things have changed so much and a life that once revolved and flowed through the my writing is now something far more ordinary. I’ve decided to use something from my past that I was very proud of. I don’t think a lot of people have read it. It was posted early on in my second month.
One day when I meet that child I once was, I shall thank him....I will thank him for his curiosity of mind... His will..His eagerness to explore. His bravery. His cunning. And above all, his innocence...
Innocence which is now lost or forgotten. Oh how I have become set in my ways. Indigent of my surroundings. Ever mindfull of my tasks. And ever forsaken of the simplicities therein.
It's my heart that binds me there now. That makes me painfully aware of what is missing.
The cup which I once held, pristine and pure, now muddied with life's bitter tragedies. Yet I drink it! I drink it and embrace the bellyaches it gives me. Swallowing still the last drop, which seems to cut my throat like a jagged pill.
Why can't I erase time? Why can't I meet that little boy? I want to look into his eyes and tell him of all the things he should treasure. I want to warn him of all the mistakes yet to come... But mostly...I want to take him in my arms and never let him go...
Treasure your lives my friends, treasure your youth..
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Can you come out and play tonight?…. Ask your mother…ask your mother…
Winding things up in the studio, It wont be long now till the world is subjected to my madness once again. My hands are always cold this time of year. I carry around cups of coffee in a metal thermoses just to warm them. It angles to my addiction for coffee and warmth, The temperature is still in the 60’s. It’s nothing like home. Yarmouth and it’s pouring rain and the dreary foggy nights. You become tempered to a certain area. Your body gets used to it. After living there for a time anything else can be a shock to the system. Soho held the promise of too much snow for me. I couldn’t live there for very long. Once I discovered the climate and atmosphere of California, I was sold.
The Jimmy Chamberlin Experience is being released tentatively on January 25. A few people have been lucky to hear a couple of the tracks from it. Namely mine. Sorry to have disappointed some of you.
Playing games has never been my forte’. The real work starts now. I have to procure an entire band to function as if I recorded with them. The thought alone is giving me a headache but this is what I set out for in the beginning. I’m not even sure at this point if Sanctuary will be carrying the album and the tour. I’m hoping against hopes because it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been dropped on my meager ass to fend for myself, left alone holding up an album and a tour.
My updates are often hard to write as much as they are to follow. Sometimes she is sitting in my lap or on the couch making it hard for me to concentrate on my thoughts. One touch and I’m withering from my duties. She doesn’t seem to mind the cold hands when I run them under her shirt. Her squirming only eggs me of to do more. Next Time I shall be sticking them in the ice box before finding supple breasts. Then we will see if she can hold still for long. Or quiet for that matter. Her scream is enticing.
One day when I meet that child I once was, I shall thank him....I will thank him for his curiosity of mind... His will..His eagerness to explore. His bravery. His cunning. And above all, his innocence...
Innocence which is now lost or forgotten. Oh how I have become set in my ways. Indigent of my surroundings. Ever mindfull of my tasks. And ever forsaken of the simplicities therein.
It's my heart that binds me there now. That makes me painfully aware of what is missing.
The cup which I once held, pristine and pure, now muddied with life's bitter tragedies. Yet I drink it! I drink it and embrace the bellyaches it gives me. Swallowing still the last drop, which seems to cut my throat like a jagged pill.
Why can't I erase time? Why can't I meet that little boy? I want to look into his eyes and tell him of all the things he should treasure. I want to warn him of all the mistakes yet to come... But mostly...I want to take him in my arms and never let him go...
Treasure your lives my friends, treasure your youth..
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Can you come out and play tonight?…. Ask your mother…ask your mother…
Winding things up in the studio, It wont be long now till the world is subjected to my madness once again. My hands are always cold this time of year. I carry around cups of coffee in a metal thermoses just to warm them. It angles to my addiction for coffee and warmth, The temperature is still in the 60’s. It’s nothing like home. Yarmouth and it’s pouring rain and the dreary foggy nights. You become tempered to a certain area. Your body gets used to it. After living there for a time anything else can be a shock to the system. Soho held the promise of too much snow for me. I couldn’t live there for very long. Once I discovered the climate and atmosphere of California, I was sold.
The Jimmy Chamberlin Experience is being released tentatively on January 25. A few people have been lucky to hear a couple of the tracks from it. Namely mine. Sorry to have disappointed some of you.
Playing games has never been my forte’. The real work starts now. I have to procure an entire band to function as if I recorded with them. The thought alone is giving me a headache but this is what I set out for in the beginning. I’m not even sure at this point if Sanctuary will be carrying the album and the tour. I’m hoping against hopes because it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been dropped on my meager ass to fend for myself, left alone holding up an album and a tour.
My updates are often hard to write as much as they are to follow. Sometimes she is sitting in my lap or on the couch making it hard for me to concentrate on my thoughts. One touch and I’m withering from my duties. She doesn’t seem to mind the cold hands when I run them under her shirt. Her squirming only eggs me of to do more. Next Time I shall be sticking them in the ice box before finding supple breasts. Then we will see if she can hold still for long. Or quiet for that matter. Her scream is enticing.