Thump thump
So, as of right now, I'm sitting in the tech office at the Maine Center for the Arts. It's kind of odd to be back at the place I worked for 4.5 years and not be employed. Things change and I'm not privy to it. Not that I was to begin with, but still...
Ian's out on stage recording drums for all of our new songs. This place is such a live room (aka, like a cavern) that they just sound thunderous. It's weird though. This is my final hurrah in a few ways. This will probably be the last sizable amount of time I will spend in this building (although my record of 22 hours isn't being threatened... yet.) and it's also the last time that I'll be recording with the band. Granted, I'm not laying down the bass tracks now, but it's still kind of ominous feeling that this is the end. I have a feeling that that's what the rest of this summer is going to feel like, one prolonged countdown to the end of my life in Maine. Yeah, I'll come back, but things will have changed and so will I and it will never be the same as it is right now. It's like when you see an ex after a year or so and you've both moved on and are different people and you say "hi" to each other. You can remember so vividly stupid little details like strategically placed moles on their body and that sound people make with their throats when they wake up, but you'll never again be in a situation where you are so close to those things again.
Maybe that's just me being dramatic, but that's how I feel and, well, fuck off if you don't like it. That's how I feel today. Sad, yet unapologetic for emoting.
Ian's out on stage recording drums for all of our new songs. This place is such a live room (aka, like a cavern) that they just sound thunderous. It's weird though. This is my final hurrah in a few ways. This will probably be the last sizable amount of time I will spend in this building (although my record of 22 hours isn't being threatened... yet.) and it's also the last time that I'll be recording with the band. Granted, I'm not laying down the bass tracks now, but it's still kind of ominous feeling that this is the end. I have a feeling that that's what the rest of this summer is going to feel like, one prolonged countdown to the end of my life in Maine. Yeah, I'll come back, but things will have changed and so will I and it will never be the same as it is right now. It's like when you see an ex after a year or so and you've both moved on and are different people and you say "hi" to each other. You can remember so vividly stupid little details like strategically placed moles on their body and that sound people make with their throats when they wake up, but you'll never again be in a situation where you are so close to those things again.
Maybe that's just me being dramatic, but that's how I feel and, well, fuck off if you don't like it. That's how I feel today. Sad, yet unapologetic for emoting.