Music: The Microphones - I Felt Your Shape - The Glow Pt. 2
Mood: Sore
My broseph and I played soccer yesterday, and I must admit that my body aches with immense pain. Given that I've been locked away in la la land since I started working, and I haven't had the time or spirit to do much of anything on weekends, I'm not that shocked by my apparent lack of fitness. Whenever I feel like exercising, inevitably something crops up that's either more important or more enjoyable than committing an hour to picking up and putting down lead plates.
Picking up Chuck Klosterman's new book on the way home tomorrow. To say I am excited would be a large and egregious understatement. After flipping though Das Kapital this evening, I am convinced that the best writers are those that teeter on the edge or moral subjugation and political incorrectness. How Klosty fits that mold, I have no idea. I just wanted to sound profound before passing out for the evening.
I would write more, but my arms won't allow it. I shouldn't have done the lead plates tonight. Big mistake.
Mood: Sore
My broseph and I played soccer yesterday, and I must admit that my body aches with immense pain. Given that I've been locked away in la la land since I started working, and I haven't had the time or spirit to do much of anything on weekends, I'm not that shocked by my apparent lack of fitness. Whenever I feel like exercising, inevitably something crops up that's either more important or more enjoyable than committing an hour to picking up and putting down lead plates.
Picking up Chuck Klosterman's new book on the way home tomorrow. To say I am excited would be a large and egregious understatement. After flipping though Das Kapital this evening, I am convinced that the best writers are those that teeter on the edge or moral subjugation and political incorrectness. How Klosty fits that mold, I have no idea. I just wanted to sound profound before passing out for the evening.
I would write more, but my arms won't allow it. I shouldn't have done the lead plates tonight. Big mistake.
Music: Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You - Seven Swans
Mood: Calm
This is it. Here on the tip of my lips. Here I am on the edge again. The change of seasons make me conscious of the seconds and years. Some things have worn dull with time; yet others still sharpen the senses. The intersection of here and there is in an impalpable distance. Let me find the way with the occasional echoes from your voice.
Are you afraid of being seen? If you are, then maybe you should stop right there and try to sneak past in the night. In the night when you could comfortably turn your sore smile into an angry brow or a passionate glance. Will you just hold my reverend gaze and understand that I love you in the night, when everything is as it should be... when there is no reflection of colors, the hues of complication during the day; just as it should be, the darkness and the light, me hanging on a string, hanging onto your words. Now it is precious, because the outside air is warm, and the days... they are at their longest.
Mood: Calm
This is it. Here on the tip of my lips. Here I am on the edge again. The change of seasons make me conscious of the seconds and years. Some things have worn dull with time; yet others still sharpen the senses. The intersection of here and there is in an impalpable distance. Let me find the way with the occasional echoes from your voice.
Are you afraid of being seen? If you are, then maybe you should stop right there and try to sneak past in the night. In the night when you could comfortably turn your sore smile into an angry brow or a passionate glance. Will you just hold my reverend gaze and understand that I love you in the night, when everything is as it should be... when there is no reflection of colors, the hues of complication during the day; just as it should be, the darkness and the light, me hanging on a string, hanging onto your words. Now it is precious, because the outside air is warm, and the days... they are at their longest.
Music: Arctic Monkeys - Leave Before the Lights Turn On - Untitled Second Album
Mood: Fatigued
This weekend looks to be a productive one, as we are finally reconvening to put the finishing touches (or at least start putting the finishing touches i.e. mastering) on the album. We took almost a one month break after recording it to give ourselves some perspective and distance, and it has paid immense dividends. I can see a few places that would benefit from some tweaks.
Out.
Mood: Fatigued
This weekend looks to be a productive one, as we are finally reconvening to put the finishing touches (or at least start putting the finishing touches i.e. mastering) on the album. We took almost a one month break after recording it to give ourselves some perspective and distance, and it has paid immense dividends. I can see a few places that would benefit from some tweaks.
Out.
Music: Band of Horses - Monsters - Everything All The Time
Mood: Complacent
Friday night, I drank half a bottle of whiskey. Saturday morning, I swore I'd never drink again. Saturday night, I sat in the crowded quarters of a banquet hall and quietly mocked people. Sunday afternoon, I dragged myself to the office. Just another weekend in the books.
Mood: Complacent
Friday night, I drank half a bottle of whiskey. Saturday morning, I swore I'd never drink again. Saturday night, I sat in the crowded quarters of a banquet hall and quietly mocked people. Sunday afternoon, I dragged myself to the office. Just another weekend in the books.
