No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction at anytime.
There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction,
a blessed unrest keeps us marching and makes us more alive than others.
-- Martha Graham to Agnes De Mille
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2003-04-30 - 12:19 a.m.

Savoring self-destruction

Beers were drunk and so am I.

I went down and had beers with Hotspur tonight, and I'm damned glad I did. It really made me feel better. There was talk of stage combat, and many small comments that were encouraging to me. He made me feel that I have some talent in the area, and that he appreciates my interest, even though I've been relatively absent of late. It was good.


Last night was band practice. Good. We worked only on originals. That working on those can take up a couple of hours is a good sign. I've been writing a fair amount of songs recently. Twice I've gotten lyrics from someone else and written music for it. In both cases, I wrote something that was nowhere near what they'd imagined, but was something they really liked. I love that. The latest song, with lyrics by Stimpy, is one I am really happy about. It's been playing in my head all day.

Heh. Look out world.


So I was fumbling around through my hard drive, and I found an old (and unsent) missive to ShyGirl.

Have you ever watched a smoker really savor that first drag? They know it's bad for them, but by God they have to have it.


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