swarbles.
sometimes i sing.
sometimes i make things.
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i’m at my psychiatrist’s office and somebody upstairs is playing a very difficult piece on piano and they’re making small mistakes but i want to...
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Music makes the people come together
Holy frack! After lamenting over the absence of one of my most valued creative outlets, I am incredibly happy to...
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there's nothing in the constitution that says a dog can't design and regulate a currency system
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sometimes i name animals i see at the park or on the street and then wonder how they are months later
there is a duck named jimby who i have to...
i bought two dollar conditioner at ocean state job lots and it smells so good. blueberry and avocado. so now i’m consumed with the desire to mash up blueberries and avocado to eat. it’d probably be gross, but i want to try it.
i’m in this weird place, where i want to be spending more time doing musical things, but both of my wrists are being weird, and my callouses are weak. i want to be playing every day (i want to be recording soon and i want to have whatever it is i’m working on done and out by the middle/end of july for really really really absurd reasons) but everything hurts. it’s annoying. and i’m still having trouble with lyrics, which, as someone who loves writing and is an avid (yet questionable) napowrimo participant, is just embarrassing as all get out. plus i’m so absurdly hyper critical about things, it’s not good for me to have no deadlines at all.
so i should just set time restraints on these things. give myself an hour or two to finish writing each song, and then once they’re all written, give myself another hour or two (or three) to record them all. that seems reasonable. i should do that.
you can keep up to date on all my weird musical issues on the farcebook page for my musical endeavors. it’s mostly me complaining about cherries being too expensive, but that’s fun too.
