Gas – Track 4 (from Konigsforst)
First off, check out this Gas track … that thing is good, precursing Disco Inferno and several of my more watery dreams.
Now, back to what’s most important: ME.
I can’t remember the last time my life was in such flux.
I have so many things to do I can’t think straight, yet I’m paralyzed in place, shuddering in the face of a job search that has been like staring into the eyes of Great Depression Hell, a music climate that is confusing me and making me feel Old and locked in antiquity and a bright-eyed, smiling daughter that simultaneously makes me overjoyed to be alive and so exhausted I can barely draw breath from my lungs.
The only thing keeping me going is the realization that there’s a slight chance I’ll actually recover — someday — from this mind-crippling illness I’ve been hobbled by since Aug. 4 or so. If my body could manage to get over its demons it would go a long way toward salving my psyche …
Then again, why get better? My wife will just go to work tomorrow and bring a nice disease frappe home with her (jobs at medical clinics are not all they’re cracked up to be), so maybe I should just be happy with the illness I have.
Maybe this illness and I could even be … allies.
The one, very Real question y’all should have on your minds is this: Is it possible to be enthusiastic about music when you live in a janitor’s closet? Competing with 500 other qualified applicants every time I apply for a job is fun and everything, but it’s not, say, fabulicious or anything …
The point of this point? HA! There was/is none … I mainly just wanted to overlap yesterday’s post. How do you like THAT, sucka!?!?!?
