impossible to ignore. btw, identity is a good movie.
well, i guess i felt a spontaneous yearning to write in my live journal. It's probably caused by my sheer exhaustion, OR by my relentless case of insomnia...but here I am keyboard in hand. Or hand on keyboard, rather.
i really don't know what my life would be without music. i don't know what kind of person i would be. maybe better, maybe worse--but right now i am constantly bewildered on how addicted i am to it. completely addicted. not a second goes by where i dont think about music, talk about my silly band, or try to create music. i always wonder what kind of BORING person i must be to be around, because my love for this seriously encompasses my life and i let it, wholeheartedly. i could live forever in a recording studio. i could live forever on stage. its a desire so powerful that when i take a step back and observe my life, i realize how overwhelming my affinity for music is.
ive never been a person who could vocally express myself very clearly. whenever i open my mouth i have about 1000 ideas running rampant throughout my mind and oftentimes i trip over these thoughts. its like my vocal chords arent fast enough to process what i actually want to get out. it could easily be called stuttering, or maybe even speech anxiety--but i am always thinking about things, and analyzing things and it doesn't stop. i live vicariously through the written word, and nothing makes me feel better about the music we do than when everything i cant say out loud, comes to life through paper and melody. lyrical expression is something that turns a creator into an artist, and thinking outside of the box is essential. brevity may be the soul of wit, but watering down your product is the soul of a half wit.
i wish life was a VCR...so you could rewind back to the things you miss, fast forward to the things you want to get to, and pause when you want to remember something forever.
i could write a novel detailing this statement, but ill spare the two of you that actually got up to this part of the entry the tedious horror of it.
im calling it a night.
i really don't know what my life would be without music. i don't know what kind of person i would be. maybe better, maybe worse--but right now i am constantly bewildered on how addicted i am to it. completely addicted. not a second goes by where i dont think about music, talk about my silly band, or try to create music. i always wonder what kind of BORING person i must be to be around, because my love for this seriously encompasses my life and i let it, wholeheartedly. i could live forever in a recording studio. i could live forever on stage. its a desire so powerful that when i take a step back and observe my life, i realize how overwhelming my affinity for music is.
ive never been a person who could vocally express myself very clearly. whenever i open my mouth i have about 1000 ideas running rampant throughout my mind and oftentimes i trip over these thoughts. its like my vocal chords arent fast enough to process what i actually want to get out. it could easily be called stuttering, or maybe even speech anxiety--but i am always thinking about things, and analyzing things and it doesn't stop. i live vicariously through the written word, and nothing makes me feel better about the music we do than when everything i cant say out loud, comes to life through paper and melody. lyrical expression is something that turns a creator into an artist, and thinking outside of the box is essential. brevity may be the soul of wit, but watering down your product is the soul of a half wit.
i wish life was a VCR...so you could rewind back to the things you miss, fast forward to the things you want to get to, and pause when you want to remember something forever.
i could write a novel detailing this statement, but ill spare the two of you that actually got up to this part of the entry the tedious horror of it.
im calling it a night.