I realized that when I am in Tennessee I mainly end up going to small music venues, discussing music with music junkies for hours and randomly going kayaking at one point
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This is kind of ironic. I don't know you very much, but as it happens I live in Tennessee and used to own a kayak. I didn't have anyone to paddle with though, and my interest fell off and I sold it.
And though living here has squashed a lot of my musical opportunities and intiative, I've been a professional musician for most of my life, mostly playing jazz.
For personal reasons I need to be in Tennessee right now in an area that is culturally ill (as is so much of our society anyway in my opinion), but I still get my hand into stuff now and then since being here. My band opened for Maynard Ferguson in Chattanooga, but more often I get called up to fill in for some bluegrass players or play country music at some benefit =\
it's five of clock again and i don't know what the hell, ahahahahahahaha it's the same old scene isn't it? today i stood up too fast and blacked out. i found myself minutes later with a headache on the floor, my face and my floor smeared with my own spittle. and your eyes grow and glow until eventually you're not really part of your body a structure that's out of control and it's not really like you ever had it under control or thought control was of the essence. there's no feeling of detachment you live for mechanization. the birds chirping and the slightest crack of pale blue dawn light creeping in to rape your pale body, but you never let it. or if you do you wait until it's full effect and the morning greens and yellows and contrast just seem to hit you like you never knew what's up. goddamn.
oh, and oh yeah, i listened to them persons. yeah. saw a music video for the dears, enjoyed the animation. i don't know. i got a nalgene the other day but i don't have any drinkable water, so i just fondle it. we don't got shampoo so my hair just gets wet, and now it's starting to go insane . i don't get any more tired, i just get less philosophical. SUBITO one finds they use words like crack and shit and short sentences with little words and they think it deserves plaudits. goddamn, and maybe it does. "what did you shoot?" "heroine, free throws, and bandits." ... "how are the wife and kids?" "well, the wife is just O.K., but the kids are deliciousreally i don't know what the deal with hospitals is. everyone's all mental hospital and fuck that shit. every person who goes to one is all fucked up more when they get out. i guess you need to want the help, the help and not an answer, and anyone that put together, that organized in the head department, doesn't need help. but you know, i don't want her to die, I don't want any of them to
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It doesn't surprise me that those are your activities in Nashville considering it's all music-ified.
I haven't listened to the Dears or the Magic Numbers, although I have had the Dears recommended to me before, I think. I shall give them a listen.
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And though living here has squashed a lot of my musical opportunities and intiative, I've been a professional musician for most of my life, mostly playing jazz.
For personal reasons I need to be in Tennessee right now in an area that is culturally ill (as is so much of our society anyway in my opinion), but I still get my hand into stuff now and then since being here. My band opened for Maynard Ferguson in Chattanooga, but more often I get called up to fill in for some bluegrass players or play country music at some benefit =\
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