fine to see you
All of our friends are thinking about us
The cup is running over
I am hypnotizing the highway
I am baptizing mad rivers
*
I've found myself revisiting a few albums that I've conveniently forgotten about. Read a comment about Smashing Pumpkins' "Adore" a week ago and they said how it was just too far ahead of its time and that if released in 2008 instead of 1998, it would have been much better received. As a whole, I've always found it pretty slipshod, but listening to it for the first time in probably ten years with that thought in mind, I think that commentor was onto something. All their albums are concept albums, but this takes it to the extreme that "Melancholy" didn't quite get to. And oddly enough I listened to it all the way through and yeah, I'm gonna go with how this is a sibling to any Arcade Fire album.
*
As much as I hate mornings, it is nice having my evenings off. I'm in Saratoga Springs, NY until September thanks to a previous chef calling me up last minute and talking me into working the horse track here during the open season. It's fun, it's profitable, and the added bonus was spending my layover in NYC with two friends that I haven't seen since the last time I was in NYC, which was over 5 years ago. Do I have a job when I get back to Savannah? Perhaps. My chef down there is notorious for not getting back to folk who work for him, so we'll see. I'm not worried, as I have a few options:
1). Could potentially follow up on my goal from a few years back and move to NYC. Helps to know people that will set you up. I'm thinking this is a 50/50 kind of deal, where it's probably already going to be filled by the time I'm done here in Saratoga.
2). Again, pays to know people. As we are sitting in the TGI Fridays at Penn Station (lesser of all evils, and surprisingly not bad...no joke), my buddy M says "So how attached are you to Savannah?" and of course I respond that I'm as mobile as my three bags with me that day are. He mentions a few places, Caribbean and Southeast Asia, where he could at least get my foot in the door. "Why are you still wasting your time in the States when you know you want to be somewhere else?"
That last sentence is a paraphrase, but it does sum up the entire conversation pretty damn well. It's not that I dislike the US of A, it's that I'm tired of the sameness. A friend in Savannah, I'll call him N, he is about 20 years older or so, and the last time we talked he related how turning 40 is something to look forward to, as it was his most productive decade, he was happy, he was living the life, and loving every minute.
*
That I'm looking at 39 this year isn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. I remember being 22 for two years. Turning 30 sucked the life out of me for a number of months (or years, depending on my perspective...). I'm finding it's so important to have the right people in you life at the right moments. Spur you on to greatness or utter defeat, but since I'm riding a good wave, I'm gonna go with it. Sometimes it's a matter of just letting the wind take you...
*
As an addendum to what I wrote earlier today, I am haunted by my question to myself before I moved to Madison, and wondering what rain sounded like there. Rain sounds the same everywhere, be it monsoon or just that spit that is just enough to annoy. I know what I was going for there, and I answered many years later with an appropriate response, but damn.
I was a fucking mess for so long I have no idea how I managed to have such great (one exception, of course) girlfriends.
Eh.
Life is fun.
***
Guided By Voices, Isolation Drills/Fine to See You
The cup is running over
I am hypnotizing the highway
I am baptizing mad rivers
*
I've found myself revisiting a few albums that I've conveniently forgotten about. Read a comment about Smashing Pumpkins' "Adore" a week ago and they said how it was just too far ahead of its time and that if released in 2008 instead of 1998, it would have been much better received. As a whole, I've always found it pretty slipshod, but listening to it for the first time in probably ten years with that thought in mind, I think that commentor was onto something. All their albums are concept albums, but this takes it to the extreme that "Melancholy" didn't quite get to. And oddly enough I listened to it all the way through and yeah, I'm gonna go with how this is a sibling to any Arcade Fire album.
*
As much as I hate mornings, it is nice having my evenings off. I'm in Saratoga Springs, NY until September thanks to a previous chef calling me up last minute and talking me into working the horse track here during the open season. It's fun, it's profitable, and the added bonus was spending my layover in NYC with two friends that I haven't seen since the last time I was in NYC, which was over 5 years ago. Do I have a job when I get back to Savannah? Perhaps. My chef down there is notorious for not getting back to folk who work for him, so we'll see. I'm not worried, as I have a few options:
1). Could potentially follow up on my goal from a few years back and move to NYC. Helps to know people that will set you up. I'm thinking this is a 50/50 kind of deal, where it's probably already going to be filled by the time I'm done here in Saratoga.
2). Again, pays to know people. As we are sitting in the TGI Fridays at Penn Station (lesser of all evils, and surprisingly not bad...no joke), my buddy M says "So how attached are you to Savannah?" and of course I respond that I'm as mobile as my three bags with me that day are. He mentions a few places, Caribbean and Southeast Asia, where he could at least get my foot in the door. "Why are you still wasting your time in the States when you know you want to be somewhere else?"
That last sentence is a paraphrase, but it does sum up the entire conversation pretty damn well. It's not that I dislike the US of A, it's that I'm tired of the sameness. A friend in Savannah, I'll call him N, he is about 20 years older or so, and the last time we talked he related how turning 40 is something to look forward to, as it was his most productive decade, he was happy, he was living the life, and loving every minute.
*
That I'm looking at 39 this year isn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. I remember being 22 for two years. Turning 30 sucked the life out of me for a number of months (or years, depending on my perspective...). I'm finding it's so important to have the right people in you life at the right moments. Spur you on to greatness or utter defeat, but since I'm riding a good wave, I'm gonna go with it. Sometimes it's a matter of just letting the wind take you...
*
As an addendum to what I wrote earlier today, I am haunted by my question to myself before I moved to Madison, and wondering what rain sounded like there. Rain sounds the same everywhere, be it monsoon or just that spit that is just enough to annoy. I know what I was going for there, and I answered many years later with an appropriate response, but damn.
I was a fucking mess for so long I have no idea how I managed to have such great (one exception, of course) girlfriends.
Eh.
Life is fun.
***
Guided By Voices, Isolation Drills/Fine to See You
posted by jersn at 10:29 PM
1 Comments:
Ten years on and the rain sounds the same. Yeungling and Winston still taste the same. Stop being that guy.
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