jnthn

IS there an art to maintining a happy face amidst moments of discomfort? I hate talking about it cause it's boring but the decline of my sense of wellbeing over the past couple of days has really been at the forefront of my thoughts. That and this weird book YOU and I are writing together.

But I was at a show last night, Weird War and Master Mind. First of all, this had to be one of the WORST DC crowds I've seen in a while. I don't know what the deal is but it reminded me of years ago when DC REALLY didn't dance. I guess to a degree there were some good folks there, but as it was Seb's band's first show, I think a lot of people came out for that and migrated toward them and the backstage or just left for Weird War. Fuck...Anyway, I was really feeling rotten in the guts (though I chewed the mint gum, drank the water, no booze, no nothing fun except a ginger ale) I started to feel that shoulder ache, that feeling that the plug had been pulled and the batteries are draining. I stuck it out, though.

Danced a little in place for Weird War and felt good. Went to a party after cause two of my Trans Am's are moving away this week. All the birds are flying away. But I wrote about coming full circle the other day. And so it happens again.

In 1995 I had a girlfriend in ATL, was going to school in Boston, and got asked to work in a studio in DC. I had 18 credits that summer, got the offer, which was kind of a dream offer, dropped about 6 credits, went down to DC for this studio job and to be closer to my sweetie. So the job really wasn't a job, it was a misunderstanding. He wanted me to bring in clients, which is basically what I do at any studio. I rent the place out and produce a record. It worked it self out for the best, truly I wouldn't be where I am now had it not happened. But he's back in DC now, and we were at the "after party" at the studio and he's asking me about doing some work there, (ie, bringing in some bands...) I didn't realize the implications until I got home. My stomach still felt like shit but I had a little shit eating grin on too.



thought I turned my phone off. It still rings. yet another day woken up by the phone. next. the toilet won't flush. next. the construction air horn blows for lunch. next. I'm writing you cause I love you. next. I'm going to either go back to bed or take a shower cause I love youz. whatever. crash.