desolation is no destination.
I've had this idea percolating in my head, inspired by much self-rumination and an essay by David Foster Wallace, about how my life has thus far been defined by curved spaces and lines. I'm hoping I actually get off my ass and finish the thought rather than following through with my as-of-late tendency to start an interesting idea and then drop it when I see something shiney.
Music as a whole lately has come to mean less to me as an outlet and more as an obligation. I don't know if this is because my songwriting is being dismissed more than before, or if its being subjugated, or whatever, but I'm not sure if I like the way it is moving forward. One project finding its feet again (and also losing its way a bit, but that's a personal opinion), one project on "hiatus" for some reason I'm not sure of, and another thats begun to circle in my head as a bigger possibility than before... not really what I'm looking for or what satisfies my sense of musical aesthetics.
Everything in pop culture, with the exception of the Colbert Report and Grant Morrison comics, has become boring to me. Hence lack of entries. Everything is cliche and uninteresting to me. I think I'm just being overwhelmed by the sameness of every day. But then again, I guess that's just how it goes at this point of my life. I'm too old to appreciate everything as new, but too young to really feel a genuine sense of nostalgia. Again, probably something for another post. Anyway, my thoughts on various things I've read/seen/heard should be forthcoming soon, probably after I spend my annual week at the shore. That'll recharge my batteries, I hope.
Music as a whole lately has come to mean less to me as an outlet and more as an obligation. I don't know if this is because my songwriting is being dismissed more than before, or if its being subjugated, or whatever, but I'm not sure if I like the way it is moving forward. One project finding its feet again (and also losing its way a bit, but that's a personal opinion), one project on "hiatus" for some reason I'm not sure of, and another thats begun to circle in my head as a bigger possibility than before... not really what I'm looking for or what satisfies my sense of musical aesthetics.
Everything in pop culture, with the exception of the Colbert Report and Grant Morrison comics, has become boring to me. Hence lack of entries. Everything is cliche and uninteresting to me. I think I'm just being overwhelmed by the sameness of every day. But then again, I guess that's just how it goes at this point of my life. I'm too old to appreciate everything as new, but too young to really feel a genuine sense of nostalgia. Again, probably something for another post. Anyway, my thoughts on various things I've read/seen/heard should be forthcoming soon, probably after I spend my annual week at the shore. That'll recharge my batteries, I hope.
Labels: apathy and exhaustion, writing
posted by nicholas reed at 2:05 AM
2 Comments:
Hmm...sounds very interesting, I do hope you expand on that thought. And regarding your new band venture, you know I support you and anything that'll make you happy...sorry for not understanding where you were coming from. <3
Welcome to 27, dude. And if you get rid of your other musical projects and focus on your own, you'll find yourself happier with it. It'll be your outlet once again, no longer relegated to the part of your agenda where you scribble it down quickly and wish you could scratch it off. Do it for yourself and you'll find yourself opening up to new things all over again.
That said, I think I have a gig in Barrington. If I do, do you want in on a solo set? It's September 8th and I'm serious about it. Get back to me in my own blog.
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