Nov 21, 2003 18:22
I've been a no-show lately, in a kind of no-man's land somewhere between vacantly absorbed and caffienately busy. Playin' a lot of Guthrie and Dylan, obsessed with railroad lines, blue denim, country music, and West Virginia, and trying to figure out the intricacies of Carter style,flatpicking, and hammer-ons/pulloffs.
This plus studying Spanish, astronomy, and just a little geophysics. Yep I'm a strange one. But I still haven't forgotten, and I'll call you soon. Or better
yet, call me.
A brief self-description from an email to a friend, but surprisingly accurate. I amuse myself sometimes. I'd write more frequently in this journal if I weren't so frantically living.
And living I am. I'm so far beyond the trauma of last year that it doesn't even interest me to talk about it any more. My life is disorganized, but it always will be. I'm more excited by the fact that I can play "Me and Bobby McGee" now and hit most of the high notes. I'm saving to buy a Martin guitar, and looking wildly about for my ticket out of town. Meanwhile the songs pour on. I've gone country. I'm poor but not bankrupt, melancholy sometimes but not depressed, and mostly energized and optimistic.
This is the new tomorrow.