1.28.2004
Oops. Bought the OutKast album...
1.20.2004
leave it behind
Man, it's been a while, hasn't it? Little E is huge, a walking talking dancing cute-as-a-bug absurdist child. K is good. Georgia was fun, music is promising. Slowed down slightly for the holidays, got out for New Year's Eve with friends old and new. Saw all of the TJT four by way of 1/2 and 3/4 mini-reunions; a full reunion ignoring the fourth dimension. Taking stock, I can't complain. But for various reasons, it's good to leave 2003 behind.
The ranks of Tumbledown have swelled to four. I will be learning how to be The Guitarist in a band again. Fun, challenging, and I find myself relying on fewer gadgets than I thought I would. Once you get past the insecurity, you realize it's not about cool and interesting, it's quite a bit more about duty and discipline, it's a zone defense thing, holding down the fort. We'll be gigging within a couple months...
I resolve to: work out less, be more of a brat, stop beating myself up. The last one will require preemptively interrupting the feedback loop of beating oneself up; with fear and trembling will I view the scenario that I beat myself up... for beating myself up... for beating myself up.
I've been reading For Whom The Bell Tolls and Sting's Broken Music (much better than you'd think), listening to The Streets, The Stone Roses, and Zwan. I keep threatening to buy that OutKast record, but I hear it everywhere, all the time. Without even trying.
The ranks of Tumbledown have swelled to four. I will be learning how to be The Guitarist in a band again. Fun, challenging, and I find myself relying on fewer gadgets than I thought I would. Once you get past the insecurity, you realize it's not about cool and interesting, it's quite a bit more about duty and discipline, it's a zone defense thing, holding down the fort. We'll be gigging within a couple months...
I resolve to: work out less, be more of a brat, stop beating myself up. The last one will require preemptively interrupting the feedback loop of beating oneself up; with fear and trembling will I view the scenario that I beat myself up... for beating myself up... for beating myself up.
I've been reading For Whom The Bell Tolls and Sting's Broken Music (much better than you'd think), listening to The Streets, The Stone Roses, and Zwan. I keep threatening to buy that OutKast record, but I hear it everywhere, all the time. Without even trying.
