Gearing up for throwing down.
I was just sitting here, one shoe on and untied, the other laying in my lap. That's when it struck me, the urge to record and archive these current events. My journal lay somewhere in the pile of I that has been stacking up and around since the move. I have no other means of documentation than this thing. I am here.
I am getting ready to record this coming weekend. I am laying down three tracks to submit to a variety of songwriting contests. My good friend Jake is coming down to stay with me and record the drums. I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am for this. Also, paralyzingly nervous.
There is an Edmands Park located in Newton, MA. It was donated by our family in 1913. I must visit this place. It looks serene and, even though I've only seen pictures of the site online, feels a lot like home.
I am alive and numb, so excited and yet so overwhelmed. I haven't been torn between such exhiliration and idleness in a long, long time... All I know is that I've switched to auto-pilot these last few weeks, and that it seems to be doing the trick. You know how, right before a traumatizing event- be in physical, psychological- your brain shuts your consciousness down and the comfortable numbing black surrounds your entire being? Well, even if you don't, it's an appropriately analogous to my situation now... It's like, I'm putting so much on the line here, things I never thought I'd ever risk, that I've just become this walking blob of selective-memory. My focus is a little haywire, but because it is so, I am able to deal with the current and coming.
This feels like enough for now. Besides, I've got to run off to class.
I am getting ready to record this coming weekend. I am laying down three tracks to submit to a variety of songwriting contests. My good friend Jake is coming down to stay with me and record the drums. I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am for this. Also, paralyzingly nervous.
There is an Edmands Park located in Newton, MA. It was donated by our family in 1913. I must visit this place. It looks serene and, even though I've only seen pictures of the site online, feels a lot like home.
I am alive and numb, so excited and yet so overwhelmed. I haven't been torn between such exhiliration and idleness in a long, long time... All I know is that I've switched to auto-pilot these last few weeks, and that it seems to be doing the trick. You know how, right before a traumatizing event- be in physical, psychological- your brain shuts your consciousness down and the comfortable numbing black surrounds your entire being? Well, even if you don't, it's an appropriately analogous to my situation now... It's like, I'm putting so much on the line here, things I never thought I'd ever risk, that I've just become this walking blob of selective-memory. My focus is a little haywire, but because it is so, I am able to deal with the current and coming.
This feels like enough for now. Besides, I've got to run off to class.