Well, this is 7 months in the coming but I have been pretty damn busy since returning from my trip to Vermont. I figure that before I make another post to this blog I should at least finish posting the journal I kept while I was up there.
The following entry was written in the evening of the same day I made my last post.
Here you go, finality!:
August 19, 2006 7:59 PM EST
Less than two days of vacation left. I'm finally reading. You'd think with all of this free time I'd be reading up a storm. (I brought about 6 books with me) But I've been too busy exploring. I really haven't written anything either. Just this semi-daily journal and only this so I can remember my stay and give a detailed account of my time here for anyone interested.
I wish I had a laptop. I feel no inspiration sitting in the apartment but the moment I get downtown I feel the urge to spin a yarn. It's no use trying to handwrite these instances. Everytime I've tried my mind is always two paragraphs ahead of my hand. I can barely gather enough patience to write these entries.
I'm eager to get back home but I almost feel as though I have accomplished nothing in my trip. I haven't seen Michael since our first visit (I think his phone is dead) and Rob and I have only worked on one song.
In retrospect, none of that really bothers me. If I've learned anything it's that I don't care to record the old tunes. If I were to make music now it'd have to be progressive, new, and entirely from the soul. That's the only kind that interests me. It's become less about music itself and all about art. Notes and chords are merely paths to expression like word or paint. It's all about finding divinity within humanity.
I guess that is why I've become so impatient with the arts. Once you've had a connection like that you want to experience it everytime. Yeah, I'm a snob. I admit it heh, heh.
August 21 2:53PM EST
I've got my boarding pass, checked my baggage, and now have a mere 2 hours and 15 minutes before takeoff. It's been a long two weeks. Eight more hours and I'll be in Brandy's arms again.
Man, talk about time warps. I've never felt so unproductive in my life. I can't wait to get back to the hurry-up life of living in a big city. I forgot how laid back small town life can be. Relaxing, but that's what I needed.
I absolutely need to have Rob come and visit. I told him that once he visited he wouldn't want to go back. He agreed. I finally convinced Ashlyn into wanting to visit but Rob said that in two weeks his mom would get her to change her mind. I don't doubt it. She is such a pessimistic woman. She only sees her pre-concieved idea of a downside to everything. I wonder how one person can live so damn ignorant. She's only harming herself.
Well, I made a quick run through security to get a paper and cup of coffee and it only took about 5 minutes. You'd think Mondays would be busier. Lucky me. Once I saw how easy it was I stepped back out for a cigarette. My body started complaining about going 7 hours before another as soon as I took my first sip of coffee. I'm going to drag as much time outside as I can dare because once I get on that plane I won't be getting off until I've claimed my baggage in Houston. It's going to be arduous but it seems I have no choice in the matter
That's the end of my journal thus far. Like I said, it's been 7 months since my last entry but I think I'll start it up again. We'll see.
So much has happened since then that it seems more like a year and a half since those 2 weeks of idle time. I wasn't lying when I mentioned the hurry-up world that normally occupies my life. I'm often surprised that I remember to breathe and I am convinced that If I don't find a way to slow it down I'm going to look up and find the boys in college while wondering where it all went.
I promise I will not neglect this blog as much as I have lately. I also promise that I will attempt to make more posts about my life and family, not just curiosities that strike my fancy.
It's never too late...
The following entry was written in the evening of the same day I made my last post.
Here you go, finality!:
August 19, 2006 7:59 PM EST
Less than two days of vacation left. I'm finally reading. You'd think with all of this free time I'd be reading up a storm. (I brought about 6 books with me) But I've been too busy exploring. I really haven't written anything either. Just this semi-daily journal and only this so I can remember my stay and give a detailed account of my time here for anyone interested.
I wish I had a laptop. I feel no inspiration sitting in the apartment but the moment I get downtown I feel the urge to spin a yarn. It's no use trying to handwrite these instances. Everytime I've tried my mind is always two paragraphs ahead of my hand. I can barely gather enough patience to write these entries.
I'm eager to get back home but I almost feel as though I have accomplished nothing in my trip. I haven't seen Michael since our first visit (I think his phone is dead) and Rob and I have only worked on one song.
In retrospect, none of that really bothers me. If I've learned anything it's that I don't care to record the old tunes. If I were to make music now it'd have to be progressive, new, and entirely from the soul. That's the only kind that interests me. It's become less about music itself and all about art. Notes and chords are merely paths to expression like word or paint. It's all about finding divinity within humanity.
I guess that is why I've become so impatient with the arts. Once you've had a connection like that you want to experience it everytime. Yeah, I'm a snob. I admit it heh, heh.
August 21 2:53PM EST
I've got my boarding pass, checked my baggage, and now have a mere 2 hours and 15 minutes before takeoff. It's been a long two weeks. Eight more hours and I'll be in Brandy's arms again.
Man, talk about time warps. I've never felt so unproductive in my life. I can't wait to get back to the hurry-up life of living in a big city. I forgot how laid back small town life can be. Relaxing, but that's what I needed.
I absolutely need to have Rob come and visit. I told him that once he visited he wouldn't want to go back. He agreed. I finally convinced Ashlyn into wanting to visit but Rob said that in two weeks his mom would get her to change her mind. I don't doubt it. She is such a pessimistic woman. She only sees her pre-concieved idea of a downside to everything. I wonder how one person can live so damn ignorant. She's only harming herself.
Well, I made a quick run through security to get a paper and cup of coffee and it only took about 5 minutes. You'd think Mondays would be busier. Lucky me. Once I saw how easy it was I stepped back out for a cigarette. My body started complaining about going 7 hours before another as soon as I took my first sip of coffee. I'm going to drag as much time outside as I can dare because once I get on that plane I won't be getting off until I've claimed my baggage in Houston. It's going to be arduous but it seems I have no choice in the matter
That's the end of my journal thus far. Like I said, it's been 7 months since my last entry but I think I'll start it up again. We'll see.
So much has happened since then that it seems more like a year and a half since those 2 weeks of idle time. I wasn't lying when I mentioned the hurry-up world that normally occupies my life. I'm often surprised that I remember to breathe and I am convinced that If I don't find a way to slow it down I'm going to look up and find the boys in college while wondering where it all went.
I promise I will not neglect this blog as much as I have lately. I also promise that I will attempt to make more posts about my life and family, not just curiosities that strike my fancy.
It's never too late...
