I'm excited. Yesterday I got a check in the mail for two hundred dollars. This is payment for a show I played last week with my band Wood Burning Cat. I've been playing music for 7 years now, and I've been in a handful of projects, and played more shows than I can even think of, but this amount of compensation is unprecedented for me. My old pop band used to get three hundred dollars for bar gigs, but that all disappeared into the black-hole band-fund, save for the occasional 20 bucks I could scrape off the top to pay my gas bills. (Never trust "band funds.") There are only two people in my band, and I'm not pulling any of that bullshit, so it's 100 dollars for each of us, for a half hour of making feedback saturated noise. I know that we were grossly over paid, and that this is not a reflection of what our show is actually worth, but it feels really good to be taken so seriously and compensated so heavily. I'm so tempted to take my half of the money and turn it into a low end custom telecaster, but I have bills to pay and I should not be so irresponsible.
I keep sneezing this morning for some reason, and sneezing hard. It's slightly painful.
Tomorrow it will have been one full year that I've dated Angie. I try not to be sentimental, because it makes me as nauseous as it would any bystander, I'm sure. However, I will say that it doesn't really feel like it's been that long, and I've seen her almost every single day for the past year. I think that's a good sign. I've been in much much shorter relationships that feel like they've lasted an eternity with girls I saw far less regularly. Congratulations, us.
Time feels limited lately, and I dislike it. I feel a drive to pursue a number of hobbies, but I feel necessarily limited as to what I can effectively fit on my plate. It seems wise to prioritize music, as I've done very little songwriting in the past two months, and the need for fresh material seems to be growing in urgency. None the less, that can be draining and unrewarding. It's easy to spend hours working on songs that either don't come out or don't turn out usable. It seems wiser to otherwise apply the time on something else, like my newfound passion for reading, or one of the other two hobbies that are ridiculously hard to justify even thinking about (art, model-car-building (shut up, it's therapeutic)). Even then, the point of forcing myself into more reading material was to enhance my songwriting ability. Instead, it's made me question the value of lyrical expression, so now I don't know what I should be doing.
I got a new haircut a week or so ago.
Before:
After:
I keep sneezing this morning for some reason, and sneezing hard. It's slightly painful.
Tomorrow it will have been one full year that I've dated Angie. I try not to be sentimental, because it makes me as nauseous as it would any bystander, I'm sure. However, I will say that it doesn't really feel like it's been that long, and I've seen her almost every single day for the past year. I think that's a good sign. I've been in much much shorter relationships that feel like they've lasted an eternity with girls I saw far less regularly. Congratulations, us.
Time feels limited lately, and I dislike it. I feel a drive to pursue a number of hobbies, but I feel necessarily limited as to what I can effectively fit on my plate. It seems wise to prioritize music, as I've done very little songwriting in the past two months, and the need for fresh material seems to be growing in urgency. None the less, that can be draining and unrewarding. It's easy to spend hours working on songs that either don't come out or don't turn out usable. It seems wiser to otherwise apply the time on something else, like my newfound passion for reading, or one of the other two hobbies that are ridiculously hard to justify even thinking about (art, model-car-building (shut up, it's therapeutic)). Even then, the point of forcing myself into more reading material was to enhance my songwriting ability. Instead, it's made me question the value of lyrical expression, so now I don't know what I should be doing.
I got a new haircut a week or so ago.
Before:
After:
i like the before and after hair.