In the attic

i’ve laid down a flagpole 

at every location i’ve ever been

around this pole

i’ve wrapped one end of an elastic

the other end of the elastic

is wrapped around my waist

the emotions surrounding the events

i’ve experienced at this location

dictate the strength of this elastic

ultimately influencing my aspirations

to return to this location and 

varnish any hanky-panky

Every now and then I come across an artist that reminds me that music is emotion.
I’ve heard this song a few times before but I’ve never really listened to it. It made me want to hear more from this artist :)

Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek

Look to the day The earth will shake These weathered walls Will fall away

Before I knew that I wanted to go back to school, I broke up with my girlfriend and moved out west. I lived with my sister and for nine months I did nothing but work and stare at the sky. During this time, I opened up something in me. I started writing. I liked to call it abstract lyricism. It wasn’t very good, but I ended up with a few good stanzas that I’ve kept.

Well I think it might be happening again. It seems to happen whenever I run into culture shock and lack of sleep. I get inspired listening to music and staring at the light spilling in from outside at night, leaving a keyboard of shadows on the ceiling.

Here’s something that Bon Iver’s music inspired me to write:

I hide behind this mask I like to call my face I can’t help feeling betrayed I keep telling myself I’m sane

Well I’m in love with your eyes They make me wanna take a dive But I keep smoking cigarettes To get even with myself

you said your just following your gut All the while here I’m stuck Just looking at the people Trudging along on the highways To playlists and morning shows The emptiness, oh how it shows

And I just want to go Just go downtown And roam around Boasting and raving About nothing at all

I just found lyrics I wrote over a month and some ago.

Titled: Whale Tail

I wore my heart on my sleeve A tailor cut it too short Now I’m choking and wheezing A chuckle is my retort

They say my basement’s flooded They keep pointing at my ankles I just take my socks off And put on a snorkel

If this is a dream, Please let me sleep Just let my lungs fill Go look for another thrill

Bound by anxiety Monstrous amounts of blood Flow through my chest constantly A need to mix it in the flood To fix this emotion potion With a vagabond solution

So I dive dive down deeper And down down deeper than you

I start a short painting job tomorrow morning. I’ll also be staining a deck while I’m at it. I also have a weekly lawn mowing job for the same person.

Later this week, I’ll be submitting my application to the radio station. CISM 89.3. They’re looking for a Program Director and Assistant Program Director and Music Supervisor, but I think the supervisor position has been claimed already.

Also, my birthday is in a few weeks. I’ll almost be halfway to 50. Great. What to do that weekend?

All efforts to keep my mind busy. Here’s to long nights, hockey fights and lamp lights. Cheers.

It’s funny to thunk that most people drink when they’re sad, depressed or lonely. I also find it funny to think that I’m the opposite; I tend to drink when I’m happy. Why is that? Maybe it’s just a social thing…

I miss you.