I think I love music again. Today I finished the song I was commissioned to write back in November, and after mixing it down and exporting it I just felt SO good. I felt like my voice was a weapon and I could do anything. I kept playing guitar for a while afterward and it felt great. On the way to give a guitar lesson (at which the six-year-old ( Read more... )

Everybody's doing it! Let's see how many days I actually last.

day 01 → your favorite song
( And more to come... )

I have olive green fingerless gloves, and good mail, and a new betta named George, and I just ate soup with slices of a giant carrot in it, and a slice of Amish-made sourdough bread with garlic-and-dill goat cheese on it. This day has been amazing. Oh, and earlier this week I smoked a clove cigarette for the first time while singing along with OK ( Read more... )

All the lazy bitches on Facebook who think they're doing something meaningful about breast cancer awareness when they change their status updates with the colors of their bras ( Read more... )

Stop moping. Stop doing your head in. Stop fucking yourself up. Stop crying at night. Stop letting yourself go. Stop being afraid. Stop yelling over nothing. Stop being miserable ( Read more... )

In other, happier news, I have this idea for a movie about an American musician dodging the draft during the Vietnam War and shacking up with an asexual Canadian poet. And I can see every scene. And I really want to write the script, buy a cheap HD camera, make some shorts for a portfolio, and apply for funding as an international director through ( Read more... )

Today and this past weekend, I discovered it's pointless to do nice things for people who I already know will not display gratitude. I should have stayed in bed since Friday morning.

I woke up at 3:30 this morning with crippling cramps and diarrhea. The nurse practitioner at the cheap walk-in clinic said it's probably mild IBS, and prescribed an anti-spasmodic. The anti-spasmodic costs $22 in generic form, so I didn't buy it. Instead I'm going to cut out most of the greasy shit I eat (the attack was mostly caused by the fish ( Read more... )

Got the camera.

Now the work begins. 

Another girl drummer e-mailed me. We got together and jammed. it was mostly unremarkable; she's a very straightforward player, and had some trouble keeping up when I played a more bluesy rhythm with some swing to it. But more discouraging than that was the fact that I felt fairly awkward around her the whole time. We spent more time talking than ( Read more... )