| Good Worms & Bad Worms |
[Tue, 01/8/08 @ 12:57] |
I'm cross-posting this to this profile as well as my LJ. I just wanted to say a few things, make some announcements, revelations, that I think everyone should be able to read.
First of all, it's 12 til Noon and Andrea and Steven should be here in a few hours. We start recording today. We would finish recording today except that Rob has to work, so we're going to lay down the bass and one of the guitar tracks. I'm pretty confident that I keep time really well without percussion, but I'd like to play with a tick in my ear if I could. I hope thats what method we're using. So, sooner that I think, we should have music uploaded for you wonderfuls to listen to. And you don't want to miss out on yours truly whippin' out some vocals.
We're recording songs 1 and 4, "Catharsis" and "What Is Will Be", respectively. I really can't communicate how excited I am. Imagine if a penguin realized he could fly. That might work.
I was reading through some of my journal posts from the second half of last year, and some of the things I wrote made me feel good about the way things are for me, currently. When I was trying to write some songs as a solo artist and struggling massively with creativity, I said that I wanted to be in a band again, more than anything. I said, "hopefully by the end of Sping I'll have started a band".
Looks like I did it ahead of schedule. I can't forget that either; I started this band. Given, it wasn't very difficult. All four of us know we work well together. But it was that last inch of disatisfaction that got the ball rolling. Literally, one day I said, "fuck it", pulled the drums out of the closet, called Rob up, and started a band. At the time, I wasn't positive that Steven and Andrea would want to play with us. But they did, and things have been really, really awesome since then. We're not as tight together as we could be, but we've only been playing again for three weeks. Mona Medusa isn't even a month old yet, and she's starting to record her demo today.
I'm very, very proud of what we have. I've tried to explain to people the feeling of collaborative music; Unity. To make, to mix, art. I can never adecquately describe the feeling of playing something you love, to give it to people. I don't make music to appease my ego. Never. I make music for the sole purpose of giving the world something to listen to. To be in the thickness of that opportunity once again, with people that I care very much about, it is a blessing. It makes me want to jump up and click my heels. Sometimes I do.
I'm not proud of it, but I have really screwed parts of my life over in the name of my passions. Being productive makes me feel alive. It washes over all of the bullshit parts of my day to day, it makes everything better. It's what I was meant to do. I feel it. I feel pity for people who don't understand that, people like my selfish ex, who would call me a "loser". I think it takes a lot of courage to believe in yourself, to believe in art. It's easy to believe in the system. That's what we're born in to. I'll never apologize for straying from the path, for being a loser, for taking my one life and deciding to make beauty with it instead of money. I do what makes me happy. What makes me happiest most is knowing that I am a medium for the divine movement of the universe to express itself in music, the most real thing I know.
Albeit that I am in an optimistic mood and I'm been ecstatic about Mona Medusa lately, there are still way too many bad apples in my tree. Let me tell you about the worms.
First of all, I've been pretty sickly these last few days. My sinuses, for lack of a better word, are fucked. I have a sore throat too. My fever has ran away but I still feel drained. All I've been doing these past three days has been laying in bed, sitting at this computer, and playing SNES games. I wish I had a snazzy grandfather to come over and read me stories "of pirates, giants, monsters, fighting, chases, escapes, true love"
I love The Princess Bride.
Josh and I are not nearly cordial to each other anymore. Now it's name calling and him trying to rub shit in my face. I wonder if he sincerely thought telling me he shacked up with some guy was going to make me angry. Jealous? These unintelligent Kentucky boys forget very easily that I'm untouchable. "You can't hold me down. You know I'm unstoppable". I understand the jealousy though. I have things in my life, other than money and drugs, that make me happy. I am an authentic human being, a troubadour of the soul; Not a product of the system. Rejoice!
Yours truly is going to stay single until the cows come home. 2008 is all about my hand. Le sigh.
That's all for now
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chipper