Another word I like
“ka-cough-oh-knee”
Fucking around with guitar effects and delays,,they pile up. Nothing makes any sense and it’s all just fucking dissonance passing through time.
A stereo tap delay over a cave echo, a reverse sequence playing in time with your original line..complicated.
I feel like that often,a cacophony, not only that, but I think my few friends feel like that too. We share some shit that is tough to put a finger on. Probably complicated childhoods with varying degrees of trauma and weirdness.
I played with this keyboard player named Alan, successful guy, committed to life and advancement, super talented musically. But normal, Alan is just a normal dude.
I can be cool with the normals, respect them, try to learn whatever I can,,but man… we’re just not the same. There is no cacophony of noise fucking with Alan throughout his days and nights. (i’m reasonably certain)
doesn’t make it right, not a “cool” thing to be. Neither entertaining nor marketable. I understand why people drink, why they’d rather be fucked up, why a real catalyst seems like a fucking phantom…just patterns,,patterns of behavior. Very very human. So much chatter and noise.
exhausting.and harder as you get older, Alex is the only person I know that has done Ayahuasca.
I need my brains blown out,,not in the literal sense. Need the mind blown, just something,,some kind of catalyst.
Not a woman, not a drug, not a purchase or currency. Not comfortable relaxing with a cat,not a video game addiction,not passive self-harm, not laughing at prepackaged stand-up routines.
not a pissy mood.
the first nonalcoholic drivel I’ve typed in a long time.
(what’s the fuckin meaning man?)
I dunno.can’t pretend.
(it’s all just bitching)
fuck I know . But I feel better. so fuck you.
(patterns)
dawn 