4.25.09 0116. It's hot in here. It's not usually hot in here. It got up to eighty degrees today and it reminded me of what's to come soon. Endless nights spent sweating in my bed wishing I could do something to fall asleep. I've tried sleeping pills before but they seem to just make me more spaced in the morning than help me get a good nights rest. Sleep is different than rest and I'd rather not take pills and not get rest than to take pills and still not get rest...
Right now I'm digging hard on this album by Julie Doiron called "I can wonder what you did with your day". It's really good. It's the most recent of hers and the only one I could find on LP right away so I bought it. A friend of mine suggested her to me and I'm really happy about it. I don't remember what else I ordered of hers but I looked on wikipedia to see what was early and tried to get some of that too. I love new music!
Speaking of music... Tonight I saw the legendary Buddy Guy at the Palace Theater in Greensburg. He fucking killed out there. At one point he was walking around the seats and up in the balcony cocky as all hell and tearing his guitar to shreds. It was AMAZING. He said some pretty cool stuff about being cool to each other and just trying to be nice. He also briefly touched on the fact that good music isn't all over the radio anymore. My theory is that the ratio is fucked in that there's good music out there but so much bad (yet marketable) stuff that the good stuff usually gets pushed aside.
My shoulders and neck are really sore from who knows what and I know I won't get to sleep any time soon. I'm gonna finish this album again (I'm on listen #3) and then maybe watch some tv to slow my brain a little. I thought about mailing my friend a package but I'm gonna wait til the morning and do that. I love getting and receiving REAL mail. Nothing makes your day like a good letter. I have saved every letter that I was ever sent and keep them in a box somewhere. I like the idea of having records but I try to not look at them. It's a real bummer to think about how things used to be... Don't get me wrong though, I have a lot going for me now but it's just too heavy of a trip sometimes to open those things up. I'm not even talking about ones from old flames or any bullshit like that. Even just from old friends... I wonder if people have kept anything that I've ever sent them? I'd like to, lets say every 5 years, have some sort of mailing extravaganza where everyone would photocopy old letters that they've been sent and mail them back to the original sender. "Here Chris, remember how much you used to fucking whine about everything..." Ha!
Usually I am on point but tonight I feel a real lack of purpose... I want to be playing music out but without a car right now that's kinda fucked. I also need to be writing more but have been letting myself slack. I think I'm going to start organizing a new chapbook which will keep me busy and productive.
Fuck... I just realized that I forgot to eat tonight. Where is my brain today...?
Right now I'm digging hard on this album by Julie Doiron called "I can wonder what you did with your day". It's really good. It's the most recent of hers and the only one I could find on LP right away so I bought it. A friend of mine suggested her to me and I'm really happy about it. I don't remember what else I ordered of hers but I looked on wikipedia to see what was early and tried to get some of that too. I love new music!
Speaking of music... Tonight I saw the legendary Buddy Guy at the Palace Theater in Greensburg. He fucking killed out there. At one point he was walking around the seats and up in the balcony cocky as all hell and tearing his guitar to shreds. It was AMAZING. He said some pretty cool stuff about being cool to each other and just trying to be nice. He also briefly touched on the fact that good music isn't all over the radio anymore. My theory is that the ratio is fucked in that there's good music out there but so much bad (yet marketable) stuff that the good stuff usually gets pushed aside.
My shoulders and neck are really sore from who knows what and I know I won't get to sleep any time soon. I'm gonna finish this album again (I'm on listen #3) and then maybe watch some tv to slow my brain a little. I thought about mailing my friend a package but I'm gonna wait til the morning and do that. I love getting and receiving REAL mail. Nothing makes your day like a good letter. I have saved every letter that I was ever sent and keep them in a box somewhere. I like the idea of having records but I try to not look at them. It's a real bummer to think about how things used to be... Don't get me wrong though, I have a lot going for me now but it's just too heavy of a trip sometimes to open those things up. I'm not even talking about ones from old flames or any bullshit like that. Even just from old friends... I wonder if people have kept anything that I've ever sent them? I'd like to, lets say every 5 years, have some sort of mailing extravaganza where everyone would photocopy old letters that they've been sent and mail them back to the original sender. "Here Chris, remember how much you used to fucking whine about everything..." Ha!
Usually I am on point but tonight I feel a real lack of purpose... I want to be playing music out but without a car right now that's kinda fucked. I also need to be writing more but have been letting myself slack. I think I'm going to start organizing a new chapbook which will keep me busy and productive.
Fuck... I just realized that I forgot to eat tonight. Where is my brain today...?
user209834982:
man, i wish i could forget to eat. i think about eating every ten minutes.