I rolled over after strange dreams involving bit part acquaintances to the alarm on my phone, stumbled out the door with a bag full of music to the station, the show was an extended edition this morning due to the other disc-spinner's car trouble. Since the laptop died, I'm unable to make mix CDs, but shifting the show back to analog/digital before the imminent demise has tempered that, though I was scatterbrained this morning and sometimes wonder if I really do just play different rotations of the same 50 favorite bands that sound good at 5am, leaning heavily on Aging Alternative Rockers and all.
The annual station shindig is coming up in a matter of days now, I bought a beautiful bass guitar off a former bandmate and haven't even had a chance to play it. I still find the whole lack of similarly minded people to jam with occasionally vexing. Now that I finally have instruments I like playing I've got less and less people to play them with, not that the social life and creative pursuits have been wanting in any way but I miss the heck out of creative noise making.
Meanwhile, there's homework, and so I'm at the computer lab at the public library procrastinating and being a bit creeped out. I forget how much worse this segment of the public is and that I'd rather deal with The Kids than the Creepy Old Men. Just because we serve you doesn't mean we like you, and this paper might be even more stupid than the last one. I feel like a creep just being here. .
I don't think you're in danger of being mistaken for a Creepy Old Woman. And it's your show, play what you wish. As for rocking out, you're gonna have to make that foray into bronycore.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling that Bronycore would involve something sounding like one of those bands that plays at Peabody's that's trying to find a fabulous new way to combine deathcore and dubstep.
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I love that song so much.
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ReplyDelete1. Choose your ruts carefully.
2. Life is what you do while you're waiting to die.
Does that qualify me as a creepy old man, Aqualung?
There are worse ruts to be in than the one I'm in now. The only stasis is the roots I've put down willingly, despite the melancholia, there's enough that keeps my heart beating and my spirit awed, and honestly that works for me.
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