For Now Life

Sometimes I just need to sit and think, possibly all day or for several days, but it feels like I’m wasting my time, like I’ve given up, and I begin to wonder if I’m depressed. A part of me knows that sitting and thinking is important and that new ideas, like hiccups, come out of it. Another part of me balks at the prospect of doing nothing for more than an hour or two. Then I start thinking of death, the ultimate doing nothing, and I’m overwhelmed by a sense of futility. This is usually when I start working on something. 

Emily Dickinson / Yvonne Rainer / Charlotte Bronte / Virginia Woolf 

Remembering when we shot footage for The Well with our amazing phone camera

Writing songs that are nothing like this, but this is how I want them to feel 

She is so cute and this is such a good song

Writing new songs. Writing new songs. Love it. The beginning is always the best, like the beginning of a love affair. Nothing has gone wrong yet. So glad the album is released and done with. Currently struggling with a new live set up, but still. New songs! 

Still love this melodrama

Do what you can, California. If I could vote next week, I would vote for the ideals, not the "reality.”  Reality is what you make it. 

I cross about 1.5 bridges a day. Someone wrote about us who is not a friend. That’s a first.

Bruce, you are the #King B

I didn’t understand this song when I first heard it in 4th or 5th grade. Now I recognize that it’s really good. 

I wanna let you out of your cage!!!!

This is still incredible. I have that unsettled feeling that comes before shows. Alex is fast asleep. I hope I feel the things I want to feel tomorrow. 

“I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen — that then I desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character, than was here within my reach.”

By which I mean, yes, I would also like to stop asking, “Who are you, really?” and “Who am I, really?” It really doesn’t matter. Be kind and move forward. 

Still getting used to it. In the past, I may have cried, but I’m getting a little better at separating myself from my physical form.