checking referals to my site earlier and found a link to a new review of the cd I got out last year -- had one of those fleeting moments of feeling satisfied and excited -- but it never lasts.
sometimes I think maybe I'll NEVER go back to working on music seriously -- Like, it was a period of my life, and it's over. Others it feels like if I could just find the missing piece to my life I might be able to kick start things back into play. The thing that's worst about this "block" is it has happened just when things were boiling to a head and people were showing interest. I should be able to motivate myself on the power of my own accomplishments, but when sensing the sting of a lack of any kind of significant other, nothing seems to matter.
I used to feel guilty about not working on stuff, but it's like an ice-cube melting away as time wears on. Each night when I should have my head thinking midi, and instead I'm trying to justify inane distractions through clouds of cannibis fog and the 17" glowing square, that voice which tells me to "get my ass in gear before it's too late" becomes more and more quiet.
Shit, the crew who reviewed the disc anyway look like a right scary bunch, so I'm probably better burying it anyway.
applications for the postion of "muse" now being accepted.
waffle, waffle, waffle...
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short points of (dis)interest :
:: current dvd: Mars Attacks
:: current game: HalfLife-CounterStrike
:: current jam : strawberry
:: Three random objects on my coffee table :
1. notification of succesful appliction for a credit card
2. a copy of computer shopper circa 1999
3. an abandoned cup of tea
:: why i love this site... -- I'm hoping it will make me look windswept and interesting at cocktail parties
:: LOOK! I've finally picked three random girls to be my "favorites" - so I don't look like such a squid, no? I'll probably change them anyway, representing my fickle nature in real life anyway.
sometimes I think maybe I'll NEVER go back to working on music seriously -- Like, it was a period of my life, and it's over. Others it feels like if I could just find the missing piece to my life I might be able to kick start things back into play. The thing that's worst about this "block" is it has happened just when things were boiling to a head and people were showing interest. I should be able to motivate myself on the power of my own accomplishments, but when sensing the sting of a lack of any kind of significant other, nothing seems to matter.
I used to feel guilty about not working on stuff, but it's like an ice-cube melting away as time wears on. Each night when I should have my head thinking midi, and instead I'm trying to justify inane distractions through clouds of cannibis fog and the 17" glowing square, that voice which tells me to "get my ass in gear before it's too late" becomes more and more quiet.
Shit, the crew who reviewed the disc anyway look like a right scary bunch, so I'm probably better burying it anyway.
applications for the postion of "muse" now being accepted.
waffle, waffle, waffle...
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short points of (dis)interest :
:: current dvd: Mars Attacks
:: current game: HalfLife-CounterStrike
:: current jam : strawberry
:: Three random objects on my coffee table :
1. notification of succesful appliction for a credit card
2. a copy of computer shopper circa 1999
3. an abandoned cup of tea
:: why i love this site... -- I'm hoping it will make me look windswept and interesting at cocktail parties
:: LOOK! I've finally picked three random girls to be my "favorites" - so I don't look like such a squid, no? I'll probably change them anyway, representing my fickle nature in real life anyway.
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I went from Canada to the UK, but now I'm back. Whereabouts do ya reside?