Thursday, 10 November, 2011
this is good, as far as i can tell
live music still gets the best of me.
i get all hopped up and loud.
even at sombre shows in quality halls.
lately ive been feeling the blushing guilt of intoxicated creation.
crashing in like an un-welcomed-half-friend at the back door, on my day off.
i didn't order this plate of shame, and im too embarrassed to send it back.
someone is screaming in the alley.
or maybe on the skytrain platform, i can't tell over the post-mangan.
both provide an echo un-achievable by people with homes.
the paint made him mad, because the colors were sad.
i asked my friend Andy to make me an album cover.
which is a big big ask, like "help me move?" or "MC my wedding?"
luckily his skills stand on end, and rarely pretend, next to his stubborn spine.
if he asked me to describe it i would say:
"The battle between soiled Saturday nights and shameful Sunday mornings."
well, we've cut the ribbon.
producer john laughs when i swear at my sloppy mistakes.acoustic guitars are done, they sound crispy and clean.
next comes drums, then duke, then demons.
bring money.
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