anatomy of a morning
as usual, i am awoken by the clawing of carpet and of cat pushing against my bedroom door. the clock reads 7:18. i can always rely on those noises at that exact time. the cats internal clocks are amazing. unfortunately, the cats do not allow me to get any sleep so i must close my door. get up and walk to the kitchen as 3 cats scurry underfoot. feed, water. i sit on the couch and pick up my guitar that was leaning against it from the night before. i strum 2 chords and the strings are too crass for finger tips that have been sleeping for hours, not touching anything. i shower. recently, i put a toothbrush and toothpaste in there. i'll usually eat soon after, and my brush my teeth again... but it's just so much nicer jumping out of the shower totally fresh. i put on a new t-shirt i got in the mail this week, wishing i could wear it. but it's not the right weather, and work's not the right environment.
i turn on the stereo in the living room, and put my mp3s on random. radiohead - just. what a fantastic song *toke toke* to start the day with. next it served me too short - nation riders anthem. the beat was infectious, i kicked the cushions from the floor and proceeded to break it down for a couple of minutes. a few months ago i noticed i hardly listened to hip-hop anymore... and more often than not, i didn't care for it. even stuff i liked. and none of of the new rhymes coming out were catching me. it was equated that this had to do with me and my interest in making music with things like guitars, and melodies, and layers, and all the essence that goes into music. i've always had a natural pull towards the beat. it's been a focus in much of my listening, and the past year i've been diving deeper into music with my new understandings and interests. but... what happened to the dancing? you used to dance almost every day in your home. ... i've been trying to rectify that the past few weeks and have been dancing more. i've neglected my body and need to be more active. dancing and yard work are my favorite forms of creating that energy.
during too short's sequence, 3 eggo's began their toasting. new found glory - sincerely me started to whine about some relationship. after lightly buttering and adding cinnamon/sugar to my eggo's i sit down and hear another line of the song, and it gives me the idea for a song. i played with some words in my head. i was going to let them go, you know, maybe remember the idea another day, i wrote down the verse on a post-it note. marche from the nutcracker cleared the emo air and filled the space with its magnificent trumpets, flutes, violins, etc. ... then came a series of less memorable random selections
i continued to get ready, giving the cats some love here and there. from the back of the house, i hear a funky neo jazz beat. the kind that just makes you want to shake that ass. check the player and it's greyboy - instantly. nice. i take it off random. socks, shoes, change out of my cool new t-shirt, turn off the music, say goodbye to the cats, and i walked out the front door.
i turn on the stereo in the living room, and put my mp3s on random. radiohead - just. what a fantastic song *toke toke* to start the day with. next it served me too short - nation riders anthem. the beat was infectious, i kicked the cushions from the floor and proceeded to break it down for a couple of minutes. a few months ago i noticed i hardly listened to hip-hop anymore... and more often than not, i didn't care for it. even stuff i liked. and none of of the new rhymes coming out were catching me. it was equated that this had to do with me and my interest in making music with things like guitars, and melodies, and layers, and all the essence that goes into music. i've always had a natural pull towards the beat. it's been a focus in much of my listening, and the past year i've been diving deeper into music with my new understandings and interests. but... what happened to the dancing? you used to dance almost every day in your home. ... i've been trying to rectify that the past few weeks and have been dancing more. i've neglected my body and need to be more active. dancing and yard work are my favorite forms of creating that energy.
during too short's sequence, 3 eggo's began their toasting. new found glory - sincerely me started to whine about some relationship. after lightly buttering and adding cinnamon/sugar to my eggo's i sit down and hear another line of the song, and it gives me the idea for a song. i played with some words in my head. i was going to let them go, you know, maybe remember the idea another day, i wrote down the verse on a post-it note. marche from the nutcracker cleared the emo air and filled the space with its magnificent trumpets, flutes, violins, etc. ... then came a series of less memorable random selections
i continued to get ready, giving the cats some love here and there. from the back of the house, i hear a funky neo jazz beat. the kind that just makes you want to shake that ass. check the player and it's greyboy - instantly. nice. i take it off random. socks, shoes, change out of my cool new t-shirt, turn off the music, say goodbye to the cats, and i walked out the front door.