How I Deal With Loss...

So I didn't exactly have the best day yesterday with the loss of my year old flip flops, which were worn down to nothing in certain areas. Some would argue that is no loss, but really it is. Now I have to venture out into the world with thick heavy new flip flops. At least I can take solace in the fact that they will be worn in soon.

I also lost my myspace page for the second time in three weeks. That was a crushing blow to the not an Airplane world, as I really had just gotten over the last deletion. But in reality it has done nothing but open my eyes to the pointless-ness of myspace. Or moreso, the ability for it to just disappear in minutes...and how to prevent that from making me feel like I am completely starting over (mailing lists, etc.) - but I wont sit here and discuss my strategies and boring music talk.

But what I will do is tell you all (or rather show you) how I cope with my losses, as the pictures below are of my newly purchased 1969 Gibson Barney Kessel original;

Now I realize my losses are pretty trivial compared to this monumental purchase. As a matter of fact my recent 'losses' are trivial to just about anything. They really mean nothing.

But this guitar is something.

When I found it online at Gruhn Guitars, I knew I had to have it. There are obviously other influences at work here as well (see picture below);

But lastly, I of course wanted to upstage Sparky who had recently blogged about spending some money on his passion of sharing a sleeping bag with Nate. I am not at liberty to discuss how much I just spent on this guitar, but I can honestly say its the most money Ive ever spent at one time on anything.

So on and So Forth...

I have to admit, a lot of the reason why I am writing is because Sparky has been riding my coattails about keeping my blog up to date lately. Maybe he really wants to know whats going on in my life, or maybe he just needs a cure for boredom in the same way that I do when I seek out my friends blog posts.

Mostly though, I feel like I NEED to write.

I have been going through a painstaking period of writers block, and it honestly has been driving me mad. Spilling my guts in non-song form could have no results whatsoever either, but at least it gets the mind going, and acquaints me with my old friend - words.

I could blame my job for the lack of creativity lately, but honestly I know thats not the bulk of it. I mean sure, it takes up at least 8 hours of my day, but even when I am working I find it very easy to reflect on things in my quiet cubicle with my ear-buds in listening to 'Crane Wife' or whatever my flavor of the month might be. I mean really I just have been bombarded lately, and dont even have time to be considered an insomniac. Not that I'm not sleeping. Believe me, when my head finds its way to a pillow, it stays there for as long as it can.

I guess I can't even really say I'm not being creative. Most of my time I am teaching myself how to not entirely suck at playing electric guitar, which is an amazingly different beast then that pretty little Martin Acoustic I have come to know so well. I am also taking apart songs I've written in the past few months and seeing how I can maybe shape them from acoustic folk songs to in your face rock songs with thirty minute drum solos for Dwights listening pleasure. And of course, this all stems from the fact that I have formed a new band (currently a three piece) and have been working with them on shaping some new material and getting ready for an upcoming gig.

I am learning a lot about myself, my musical abilities, the music industry, and really everything I can. I have made countless friends, and a few incredible close friends, almost to the point of brothers. I have been sharing what I've learned with people, and I have been given countless amounts of great advice from others.

Things are changing and re-defining themselves every week. Its hard to keep up, but I have to say 2008 is going to be a good year. A hard year. But a good year.