Tuesday Dec 11, 2007

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somewhere, i think i went wrong.

all i wanted to do was be a musician. and, somewhere, somehow, i sold out.

i remember the days of passing out in some sort of coma as a result of extreme narcotic abuse on the floor of a squatted house; waking up a day or days later, saying "whoa" and going home. and that was enough to be cool to me.

now; i need all this shit. shit i don't even really care about. well, ok, i care about my harley and my guitars ... but the rest, really, fuck it all. computers and the internet especially.

fuck, how did this happen?
shal:
I know exactly what you mean. It's been about a decade since I was "that painter chick who plays guitar."

kg:
i hardly see this as a bad thing, because you're realizing it. that's way farther than most people get in their retrospection of self.
here's to hoping the road to becoming the musician that just doesn't give a god damn about the money is a good one.

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