Consume consume consume
I've noticed that I've been on quite the entertainment kick lately, devouring all different kinds of consumable media: music, movies, books, live performance. It's been a pattern since the big NYC/WA trip I took at the beginning of February.
And I guess that's not really anything new. I mean, books, music, literature, and wrestling have always been the things that nourish and sustain me.
But, I dunno, I feel like there's been something different about what I've been getting out of this consumption as of late. Maybe it's that I've hit upon a lot of quality stuff, and it's feeding me in a way that I've been lacking? I think that my music and reading material is the strongest example of this.
There was a Lumineers show in NYC. And then Lindi Ortega at Schubas. And then Gaslight Anthem at the beginning of this month. And then the amazing Ben Kyle show that I attended last Friday in Lombard.
On the book side of things, there was Lit, by Mary Karr. Quiet by Susan Cain. And most recently, Warm Bodies by Issac Marion.
All of them so delicious, so satisfying.
I guess I can't help but wonder if I'd gone too long on empty calorie culture, and am simply making up for lost time by digesting materials that provide actual nutrition?
All I know is that they've made me come to life, made me feel an awe and reverence for art and all the beauty in this world, and that's something that I haven't experienced in a couple months. It's affecting my writing as well. At least I think so. I can't remember if I mentioned this in an earlier entry, but I FINALLY finished drafting an important novel scene that had been causing me to rip my hair out about two weeks ago. That can't be a coincidence, right? Good things in leads to good things out, which is something I've known all along, but need to remember every once in a while.
All of this is to say, as a note to myself: READ MORE DURING YOUR COMMUTE instead of napping. And read more instead of watching TV you're only meh about (The Following, I'm talking about you!) Or if you're too tired to read, sit on the couch and play music and just LISTEN. Your mind and soul will thank you.
That's all. Sorry if this is too much navel-gazing.
And I guess that's not really anything new. I mean, books, music, literature, and wrestling have always been the things that nourish and sustain me.
But, I dunno, I feel like there's been something different about what I've been getting out of this consumption as of late. Maybe it's that I've hit upon a lot of quality stuff, and it's feeding me in a way that I've been lacking? I think that my music and reading material is the strongest example of this.
There was a Lumineers show in NYC. And then Lindi Ortega at Schubas. And then Gaslight Anthem at the beginning of this month. And then the amazing Ben Kyle show that I attended last Friday in Lombard.
On the book side of things, there was Lit, by Mary Karr. Quiet by Susan Cain. And most recently, Warm Bodies by Issac Marion.
All of them so delicious, so satisfying.
I guess I can't help but wonder if I'd gone too long on empty calorie culture, and am simply making up for lost time by digesting materials that provide actual nutrition?
All I know is that they've made me come to life, made me feel an awe and reverence for art and all the beauty in this world, and that's something that I haven't experienced in a couple months. It's affecting my writing as well. At least I think so. I can't remember if I mentioned this in an earlier entry, but I FINALLY finished drafting an important novel scene that had been causing me to rip my hair out about two weeks ago. That can't be a coincidence, right? Good things in leads to good things out, which is something I've known all along, but need to remember every once in a while.
All of this is to say, as a note to myself: READ MORE DURING YOUR COMMUTE instead of napping. And read more instead of watching TV you're only meh about (The Following, I'm talking about you!) Or if you're too tired to read, sit on the couch and play music and just LISTEN. Your mind and soul will thank you.
That's all. Sorry if this is too much navel-gazing.