I am a broken record, I'm sure. I've said it all before: right now is TOTALLY FUCKING WEIRD. The last 3 weeks involved a stay w/two big figures in the musical history of me, a weird weird tour of Texas w/Trail of Dead, a day later some menacingly banal corperate sound work and an immediate drive to Philly to do two shows w/one of my pet bands and a band that contained a late-teen crush of mine, a band that's pretty fuckin' over the top if you give them a shot.
So here we are, I've come home again. In there somewhere was a totally surreal Bad Brains show that was baffling and incomprehensible.
So tonight, home long enough for a shower and an ill-tossed bag into the puddle that the fridge had seemed to develop (pissing fridge)....what a weird fucking night. I'm home, I drove from philly in th pm after some very, very hex-breakingly satisfactory sex w/a woman w/a computer-controlled heart (I shit you not) and a hectic but only slightly stressful night of mixing....
I came home for 40 minutes. Just long enough to change out of my last two days clothes...I smelled like sex. Brendon, like everyone else was taken aback at my sense of smell...I smelled the rotten factory about 5 minutes before we got to it and was asking about flatulence...I smelled like sex and took a shower. Rushed back to the show. Everyhthing went though I'm still not satisfied (soo.....jnthn) , I took the little pill. ok. is it there?
didn't really feel it till I realized in that backstage that it was HER smell. We were talking for a while. I had become the topic of discussion, but was far from a fly on the wall. it was odd to get the adulation, but not unwelcome.
Anyway, we talked for a while. I think it was kicking in, which is useless cause she's soo in another realm, but I was 19 once and that day on the west lawn of the capital....the crush. so she hugged me goodbye, saying I'd be hearing from her...and at that moment I could smell her...11 years (well, she diidn't occupy my mind for 11 years) since I experienced the funny feelings of almost post-adolescnece and the marker things on her arm, her "natural" body (read: unshaved, seeming unshowered, punk). here she was hugging me goodbye. and I could sense things about her one would only dream about a long distanct crush. the taking in of all the information of the moment. I wonder about that...wonder how people smell, how they seem up close, how tall they look when you see them face to face. all in perspectiive..
but it was some way of innocent crush-closure...I don't think that's really happened w/a crush I had on someone on a stage.
She told me she wanted me to work w/them. Figuratively shitting myself.
I'm overwhelmed at the last few months of my life right now. And the year isn't over. It's still going to get weirder!
Sleep/. Sleep./
So here we are, I've come home again. In there somewhere was a totally surreal Bad Brains show that was baffling and incomprehensible.
So tonight, home long enough for a shower and an ill-tossed bag into the puddle that the fridge had seemed to develop (pissing fridge)....what a weird fucking night. I'm home, I drove from philly in th pm after some very, very hex-breakingly satisfactory sex w/a woman w/a computer-controlled heart (I shit you not) and a hectic but only slightly stressful night of mixing....
I came home for 40 minutes. Just long enough to change out of my last two days clothes...I smelled like sex. Brendon, like everyone else was taken aback at my sense of smell...I smelled the rotten factory about 5 minutes before we got to it and was asking about flatulence...I smelled like sex and took a shower. Rushed back to the show. Everyhthing went though I'm still not satisfied (soo.....jnthn) , I took the little pill. ok. is it there?
didn't really feel it till I realized in that backstage that it was HER smell. We were talking for a while. I had become the topic of discussion, but was far from a fly on the wall. it was odd to get the adulation, but not unwelcome.
Anyway, we talked for a while. I think it was kicking in, which is useless cause she's soo in another realm, but I was 19 once and that day on the west lawn of the capital....the crush. so she hugged me goodbye, saying I'd be hearing from her...and at that moment I could smell her...11 years (well, she diidn't occupy my mind for 11 years) since I experienced the funny feelings of almost post-adolescnece and the marker things on her arm, her "natural" body (read: unshaved, seeming unshowered, punk). here she was hugging me goodbye. and I could sense things about her one would only dream about a long distanct crush. the taking in of all the information of the moment. I wonder about that...wonder how people smell, how they seem up close, how tall they look when you see them face to face. all in perspectiive..
but it was some way of innocent crush-closure...I don't think that's really happened w/a crush I had on someone on a stage.
She told me she wanted me to work w/them. Figuratively shitting myself.
I'm overwhelmed at the last few months of my life right now. And the year isn't over. It's still going to get weirder!
Sleep/. Sleep./
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saturn1:
yes, there is a definite rut going on and all of the things i would normally do to get out of said rut are not options. hmpf.
saturn1:
i don't think i would think you were crazy. i would , however, walk up to you and try to figure out what you were doing