in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
you can’t repeat the past
can’t repeat the past? why, of course you can! of course you can.
It’s such a nice day out today, and I’m happy to be alive
and to feel the sensation of water on my hands
and to be going to see a free show w/ my best friends, and then play music with them.
I played music with another group of people just yesterday at a 50th anniversary thing for my old elementary school, and it’s just not at all the same as playing with people I’m so comfortable and familiar with, and who I really synch up with. That was a cool realization for me that we really seem to work together pretty well as a band.
i am so sleep drunk, why am I blogging about this, please no I need to go to bed
skyrim soundtrack sing me to sleep, band practice tomorrow #exciting
It’s friday night and
I’m going to a thing.
And although there may be a reason for me to be in disagreeable spirits this evening, a skype conversation with Eric has turned my mood almost 180, to the point where I’m actively happy just to be getting to see my friends, or just for the very privilege of having friends in the first place! All he did was tell me not to go into the situation expecting it to be bad, because if I did, chances are it will be. (Seems like very obvious advice, and is in fact something I tell other people all the time). Guess I just needed a nice reminder :) This is nice. Also a minor possibility is that nobody would show up and the thing might dud, but still then I think I’d just go get a doughnut and have fun in some other way, and that’s pretty cool.
Also, a thought I just had while washing dishes moments ago: I think it’s very important to not attach too much significance to tattoos. I know for most people they mean something specific, or are a reminder/record or something, which is great, duh. I was thinking about the henna I have on my arm right now, it’s a lovely flower, and I was thinking of what I’d say if someone asked me what it meant. And I realized it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just pretty. Same goes for tattoos, it’s perfectly great to just have something that looks really nice or is aesthetically pleasing and has no special significance beyond that.
Maybe that’s not something people bitch about, (tattoos needing to have meaning I mean) maybe it’s just a bias I had to break down in my own head, but still it was a nice thing to affirm.