A Place Called Home...
It's been a really weird couple of months.
I feel like I have been put on this path, but it's not the one I have always thought that I would be on. I guess it's true what they say. You can make all the plans you want too, but it might not what be what's in store for you. Though I am not saying that what's going on is all together bad, its just different.
I think I spent too much of my time on the sidelines, trying to study the game, and by the time I was ready to play, it was over. I have no one to blame but myself, but seeing how put together everyone else is is sort of tough to deal with. My significant other just graduated from ASU earlier this month and I am like I barely have 1 english credit, over at MCC, which is our community college. I have stopped writing cause I tend to be exhausted, and generally tapped. I mean when it came to writing albums, I had some one who would come in and help me fill in the gaps. I loved doing the concept album thing, but each in-completed album is like a reminder that maybe I didnt have things organized the best or that maybe the concept really was not all that solid.
I keep holding on to these visions of the past, and searching for ways to travel back to the days when I could produce a piece of prose that shocked and made people think in new ways. I miss the days when I would talk to some of my favorite musicians and they woud talk back with me and encourage me. I miss the days when people would sit down with me and we would listen to music and figure out the stories and the meanings behind them, when there was more to music that just a catchy riff or two. I miss the days when it was more about what was behind the words.
I just miss so much from the past.
I feel like I have been put on this path, but it's not the one I have always thought that I would be on. I guess it's true what they say. You can make all the plans you want too, but it might not what be what's in store for you. Though I am not saying that what's going on is all together bad, its just different.
I think I spent too much of my time on the sidelines, trying to study the game, and by the time I was ready to play, it was over. I have no one to blame but myself, but seeing how put together everyone else is is sort of tough to deal with. My significant other just graduated from ASU earlier this month and I am like I barely have 1 english credit, over at MCC, which is our community college. I have stopped writing cause I tend to be exhausted, and generally tapped. I mean when it came to writing albums, I had some one who would come in and help me fill in the gaps. I loved doing the concept album thing, but each in-completed album is like a reminder that maybe I didnt have things organized the best or that maybe the concept really was not all that solid.
I keep holding on to these visions of the past, and searching for ways to travel back to the days when I could produce a piece of prose that shocked and made people think in new ways. I miss the days when I would talk to some of my favorite musicians and they woud talk back with me and encourage me. I miss the days when people would sit down with me and we would listen to music and figure out the stories and the meanings behind them, when there was more to music that just a catchy riff or two. I miss the days when it was more about what was behind the words.
I just miss so much from the past.