"three times one minus one:"
2 ritalin .5 hours with eyes shut and 10 hours of pounding on the keys:
i made music last night. differing from my usual outlet of making music via six strings and a hollow body, i used the alphabet this time. my rhythm wasn't completely together but i was pleased with the finished product. i used to be a perfectionist back in the day, but i've seemed to be a little more open to error in the past couple years, i enjoy seeing the faults in what i create. it reminds me that i have a long way to go and that i'll always have a long way to go.
dear donnie and chris:
speaking of having a long way to go...i remember thinking this when we roamed the streets of plymouth canton and other areas of metro detroit. today, each of us have reached new heights. i look forward to exiting the atmosphere with both of you one day and drifting into space (who will go first? or will we all leave at the same time?). now that we are settled, it seems that each of us have found our niche to some extent or another, the fact that we envy each other's thoughts and writings and creativity speaks loudly in my ear at the moment. in high school, i always had the feeling that we depended on each other to truthfully express what was contained in each of our skulls. we each had different techniques and ways of going about communicating and we feuled, reassured and critiqued each other (i still envied), as well as explored creativity together. since we departed to go on and exist on separate parts of the continental united states, we were given the opportunity to find a way to develop our skill of trade on our own. i look back two years and think of how we each were incubating our ideas, unaware of when they would hatch. i look back and i feel so young. brasco, chainsaw (there were plenty others), dub. dodos, sauce, jonathan. we still have more miles to cover, but the pressure is definately decreasing (atmospheric--meaning that we're rising). i'm not boasting, i'm celebrating, i'm reflecting on how little and how seperate our ideas were when we gathered at salt truck's on boring weekend nights. but somehow, through technology, we're back co-existing and creating, feeding off of each other and feeding one another in such different ways its beautiful. i hope this cycle continues, we'll be vicious in 2010. keep moving in your ever changing realm, i will too.
fondly
jwm
2 ritalin .5 hours with eyes shut and 10 hours of pounding on the keys:
i made music last night. differing from my usual outlet of making music via six strings and a hollow body, i used the alphabet this time. my rhythm wasn't completely together but i was pleased with the finished product. i used to be a perfectionist back in the day, but i've seemed to be a little more open to error in the past couple years, i enjoy seeing the faults in what i create. it reminds me that i have a long way to go and that i'll always have a long way to go.
dear donnie and chris:
speaking of having a long way to go...i remember thinking this when we roamed the streets of plymouth canton and other areas of metro detroit. today, each of us have reached new heights. i look forward to exiting the atmosphere with both of you one day and drifting into space (who will go first? or will we all leave at the same time?). now that we are settled, it seems that each of us have found our niche to some extent or another, the fact that we envy each other's thoughts and writings and creativity speaks loudly in my ear at the moment. in high school, i always had the feeling that we depended on each other to truthfully express what was contained in each of our skulls. we each had different techniques and ways of going about communicating and we feuled, reassured and critiqued each other (i still envied), as well as explored creativity together. since we departed to go on and exist on separate parts of the continental united states, we were given the opportunity to find a way to develop our skill of trade on our own. i look back two years and think of how we each were incubating our ideas, unaware of when they would hatch. i look back and i feel so young. brasco, chainsaw (there were plenty others), dub. dodos, sauce, jonathan. we still have more miles to cover, but the pressure is definately decreasing (atmospheric--meaning that we're rising). i'm not boasting, i'm celebrating, i'm reflecting on how little and how seperate our ideas were when we gathered at salt truck's on boring weekend nights. but somehow, through technology, we're back co-existing and creating, feeding off of each other and feeding one another in such different ways its beautiful. i hope this cycle continues, we'll be vicious in 2010. keep moving in your ever changing realm, i will too.
fondly
jwm
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