not sleeping anymore

to be continued...

the best moments in life are those in which you, yourself, are dying to know what happens next.

posted by d @ 4:39 PM 0 comments

the roaring 20s

Last night i was certifiably the oldest person there- and everyone knew it. the discomfort was long like the beads around my neck. generally, they add some sophistication, but at times they wrap around random objects and near strangle me to death. it was pointed out, I looked like a flapper in them- someone straight out of the 20s. which oddly enough might have been the most accurate description.

posted by d @ 10:02 PM 0 comments

Hey New England,

Today I drove through MA and came across the following:
1. a stop sign and a green light, together.
2. the first public beach.
3. the oldest and largest restaurant/brewery in north America.
4. the oldest, longest running, first public transit system.
5. a complete absence of road signs on several streets.
6. a pamphlet citing that “market square predates faneuil hall”

and lastly, my personal favorite

7. Massachusetts, “the spirit of America”

get over yourself.

posted by d @ 9:59 PM 0 comments

on three windows, offset- same wall.

framed around dark wooden soldiers- I think that’s what they call them. an “up north” scene I’d only previously visited. strangely inspiring. they remind me of what I thought boston might be like before I moved here.

posted by d @ 10:29 PM 0 comments

on going solo

The strings on my guitar are filthy and they’re making me sneeze (at least I hope it’s the strings- or quite possibly I’ve developed an allergy to my guitar). Some sort of greasy dust has attached itself to that spot just above the bridge and below the sound hole. Cleaning it is almost like flossing. I dread it, but it needs to be done, and it’s usually fairly satisfying once you get into it. I’ve got my chin rested in the nape of the body and I’m staring through the action. This is what I’m thinking. I’m thinking about how dirty my guitar is.
That,
and how terrified I’ve been of the damn thing.
6 days ago someone said, “oh yea, you like zeppelin?” to which I replied, “I listen to fool in the rain everyday” to which this person then responded, “oh yea, what album is that off of?”

and I laughed and said:
“how the hell should I know. first name: led, last name: zeppelin. man, that’s what I though until a few years ago, so how the hell should I know. but really, I love fool in the rain.”

defining moment.

I realized just a bit ago, as I was stumbling through the blues scale, just singing about how bad I’ve been… I’ve been missing.
really, I have.
Playing a solo is like proposing what you want, taking it, and actually getting it. I’ve never done that before… instead I’ve been strung out and anxious about sounding bad. You can’t really get what you want when you don’t even know what it is that you want.
or, depending on the song, you can’t always get what you want.
but (at least) you can try sometimes.

posted by d @ 10:28 PM 0 comments