The Couch Guy

I have unofficially become the couch guy at my friend's house. I have been here for about 2 weeks now give or take, and am living out of a suitcase with the comfort of my laptop, my guitar, and a few books. It is a life I haven't lived for a couple of years now, but I can't really complain, cause things like that never get to me. Nowadays alls I need is a little money for food - which is covered for now thanks to my income tax return - and a place to work.

My days usually consist of lethargically resting in front of a fan, since it is already 90+ degrees here everyday. I wallow in my own sweat reading passages from books and watching television and occasionally snacking on some cheez-its. Then as it starts to cool I usually make my way into the music room to play a little either by myself, or with Mike and/or Ryan. I spend most of my nights tweaking out my material for the upcoming time in the studio (starting monday) and messing around with a few new ideas.

I am trying to focuse solely on this upcoming recording project, so the writing has slowed down a bit. I still write words, all the time...I just havent really taken it from there. But it is a good idea to stop and develop this first wave of creativity. There will be plenty of time to amass new ideas afterwards.

Completing this album will also give me the motivation and drive to put myself out in the music world a lot more. It will give me something of substance that I will want to share with other people. It will make me take this a lot more seriously. Not that I dont take it seriously, I just havent taken the business end of it as far as I could at this point. I think this project will definitely take my motivation to the level it needs to be at.

But I hate making predictions, because for one - they never seem to come true - and for two - it leads to expectations, which leads to letdowns. Not that I dont have goals for myself, but goals and predictions are two different things. I have it all planned out in my head of how I want it to go, but we all know that nothing ever works out the way you see it inside, but I'd like to think that no matter what it will have the same outcome for myself. That outcome being - me making music, and sharing it with other people. As long as I am doing this, it doesnt matter how I got there or at what level I am doing so.

But Im ranting...Its becoming more and more difficult to organize my thoughts. The more ideas that are presented to me in exploring my own music, the more ideas surface in my head. My thought pattern is like rain coming down on a tin roof. Its very hard to distinctly recognize each idea, and even harder to present the idea in an understandable form. But its all a learning process. Will I ever be satisfied? I doubt it. But what artist ever is? What writer ever is? What painter ever is? Nothing is ever perfect, and the more and more elements you try to get involved, the more dishevelled and harder to organize the ideas become.

I dont know what I am saying. Just rambling on. Its nice to have an outlet to write (i.e. this blog). I do miss my closest friends and my family. Its hard not to have the people around whom you always turned to when you needed advice. The people that understand you the most. You know you are, and you are all sexy. Especially Neil.

By the way...'The Gingerdead Man' is the worst movie in the history of the world, despite its hilarious premise.