Wednesday, October 25, 2006
To anyone that reads this and was getting a little worried....I am doing much better. I spent several days under the covers reading a book that was sucking the life out of me, 'The Last Time We Met' by Anita Shreve. It was a little oprah-ish but the writing was beautiful, as was the story, most of the time. Sometimes good books are almost a problem because I can't do anything but read them. I have gone from one book to the next. I just finished 'The Spider's House' by Paul Bowles, a book I had started before I was supposed to go to Morocco and then upon finding I wasn't going, took a break from it. It was terribly good though, especially if you are interested in Morocco and it's history..and even if you're not you should read it because it's quite informative.
I watched Dave Chapelle Block Party. I cried almost the whole way through. Having all of those musicians come together like that and celebrate, and in that location, was just about one of the most moving things I have ever seen.
I saw Breakfast on Pluto. The verdict is still out on that, though it did reiterate my desire and need to flee the country for a short bit. Or a long bit.
I am writing a song that is also sucking the life out of me. I haven't been this drained since playing Ophelia in the 11th grade. She invaded my body for weeks until, finally, the last performance was over and I was free. 'Oranges for Alcohol' was also really draining, but this one takes the cake. I'm hoping to maybe get some help with it this weekend...maybe.
Anyway, I'm in recovery, though I'm dealing with a sprained something in between my right ring and middle fingers. It hurts a lot. Matt and I have been practicing quite a bit and it's showing, I think. I can't wait to play more. I can't wait to write more. I can't wait to be rid of this funk completely.
I watched Dave Chapelle Block Party. I cried almost the whole way through. Having all of those musicians come together like that and celebrate, and in that location, was just about one of the most moving things I have ever seen.
I saw Breakfast on Pluto. The verdict is still out on that, though it did reiterate my desire and need to flee the country for a short bit. Or a long bit.
I am writing a song that is also sucking the life out of me. I haven't been this drained since playing Ophelia in the 11th grade. She invaded my body for weeks until, finally, the last performance was over and I was free. 'Oranges for Alcohol' was also really draining, but this one takes the cake. I'm hoping to maybe get some help with it this weekend...maybe.
Anyway, I'm in recovery, though I'm dealing with a sprained something in between my right ring and middle fingers. It hurts a lot. Matt and I have been practicing quite a bit and it's showing, I think. I can't wait to play more. I can't wait to write more. I can't wait to be rid of this funk completely.
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