I’m so tired… I’ve just been sort of passing out the last few days at night, then I’ve been waking up and just popping out of bed.. A few hours later, I’m thinking to myself, maybe I didn’t sleep quite as long as I should have. Dunno what’s up.
I bought a Rico Vegan Chili Verde burrito tonight from Smith’s, although I’m not Vegan, I like to try new things. Grabbing something to eat sounded like a good idea, but I was too tired by the time I got back home. I just threw it in the freezer.
I gave Matt the project files today for the song me and him had been working for as an artist track for FIXT. He’s going to try writing some lyrics on his own.. I haven’t been inclined to write much music lately. The dry spell hits again when you least expect it, that’s why you have to get things done when your feeling it, because it’s really easy to lose it..
I have however been putting a lot of work into my synth emulation, which could potentially prove profitable in the future, if it will be legal for me to sell it. I need to see if I can find information on the legalities or if it’s possible to get a license from Roland and if it’s worth it. Otherwise, I suppose, at least I’ll have a wonderful softsynth for myself and some friends . I’ll also have a bunch of algorithms and the experience to transform what I’ve been creating into other ideas, much more my own.
Polaroid Kiss is a band I’m producing, which has a gig near Halloween opening for IAMX. I talked to Brandun today about how the shows going to be arranged and to figure out all of what we need and a bit about how we’re going to prepare the show. I was hoping he would have picked a smaller venue first to play out, so that we can all be use to playing together and a bit use to the stage. Anyway, I hope everything goes well with it.. and that it’s not too stressful..
I think that the only thing I’ve ever proved to myself that I may be, is a cathartic accident that can’t rearrange his thoughts into anything complete. Unless it’s done the instant that I make it. That’s the only difference in how I use to do things in the past and how I do them in the present.. The fact that I’ve been trying for so many years to arrange my thoughts into something completely beautiful, I’ve only become void of being able to output anything roughly and raw, because I’m so afraid that I’ll rip it into tiny shreds that it’s starting to become impossible.. I’m forgetting how to make something rough around the edges and thinking it’s any good.
Well, I have a surprise. Blogs can be like notes to me, just a brief recording of time and I don’t have to read back on them. I just hope that I can express myself clear enough so that they’ll make some bit of sense to you. I write mostly stream of thought with no defined beginning, middle and end point, just an incomplete blurb of time that reflects my occurring thoughts, which at this point in time, have not stabilized into something concrete. For, to be stable, would mean to have a lack of life?
If I criticize you, just promise not to always listen to me. The criticisms I put on you are the thoughts I deal with inside my own head. Sometimes all I can see are flaws in everything I do. When your World tears things apart for so long, there comes a point when you apply to take up that position yourself. The sad thing is that most people can’t understand the significance of art, until they can see the finished picture, but creation comes from a million tiny pieces that have to be formed and concluded into sometime whole, but when you’re concentrated so deep on the details, you tend to forget there is a forest for the trees. You forget to complete the pieces into something whole.
I think of the instances I’ve wandered around in the dark of night, when I looked up in the skies and concluded the feeling I felt was reality, and then they made me feel like I was the dreamer, but then I realised that what I had seen was everyone else in the World running around clumsily, unable to fathom reality, because to them the stars still hang from strings and glisten on there bedroom ceilings..