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03-15-2008, 02:24 AM
gosh what the fuck does a person do on Fridays. I clean my apt. I guess that is what I do. How silly.*
I mean, I had a perfectly social week (sort of) seeing friends, running errands, gosh you know, basic at home things. It is very nice to be myself in that way that being home for awhile provides. I never really get that invested in the ego trip of playing live or touring. In fact I always try and make myself at home out there and on whatever stage. It just seems very wasteful to put on a charade. Id rather be my flighty absurd self. I think it makes everyone more comfortable. Plus some of that music is very hard to perform. It hurts a little more than I expected.
So being home is a trip though. I have had a chance to figure out what it means to have dinner with friends and even meet other people who make art and people who do not. It is nice. But I must say sitting around reading books, running errands, maybe trying to write a few things here and there, it is an adjustment. I like it, I think, but it gets to be the weekend and I see lovely people dressed up and going out as I pass them from catching a meal or getting a few soda’s. Sometimes I see people kissing leaning up against cars, in the rain, with their faces lit by the city lights and you know how people kind of laugh when they kiss like that, full smiles and all….sometimes that makes me feel a quick little jolt, a sharp little pain goes through my veins. I ignore it. But I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I know when I pass those people how old I am exactly and just where I am all of a sudden in my life.
And that sure is something.
On that note, back to alphabetizing my library. How does a person categorize a book on the Spear of Destiny right after they realize they also have three books on Betty Davis. I am a weirdo…
thank god……*
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I mean, I had a perfectly social week (sort of) seeing friends, running errands, gosh you know, basic at home things. It is very nice to be myself in that way that being home for awhile provides. I never really get that invested in the ego trip of playing live or touring. In fact I always try and make myself at home out there and on whatever stage. It just seems very wasteful to put on a charade. Id rather be my flighty absurd self. I think it makes everyone more comfortable. Plus some of that music is very hard to perform. It hurts a little more than I expected.
So being home is a trip though. I have had a chance to figure out what it means to have dinner with friends and even meet other people who make art and people who do not. It is nice. But I must say sitting around reading books, running errands, maybe trying to write a few things here and there, it is an adjustment. I like it, I think, but it gets to be the weekend and I see lovely people dressed up and going out as I pass them from catching a meal or getting a few soda’s. Sometimes I see people kissing leaning up against cars, in the rain, with their faces lit by the city lights and you know how people kind of laugh when they kiss like that, full smiles and all….sometimes that makes me feel a quick little jolt, a sharp little pain goes through my veins. I ignore it. But I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I know when I pass those people how old I am exactly and just where I am all of a sudden in my life.
And that sure is something.
On that note, back to alphabetizing my library. How does a person categorize a book on the Spear of Destiny right after they realize they also have three books on Betty Davis. I am a weirdo…
thank god……*
More... (http://dradamsfilms.com/post/28905083)