Tears behind my flecks of gold
Dreams and fantasies
that used to grant me escape
bring no comfort now.
Sorrow’s presence is surely felt,
but it will not show its face.
I can not gaze into it,
and move on.
I am slowly sinking
in a dry, dreamless limbo,
between waking and sleeping,
between living and dying.
— Tom Moon, the liner notes to Paul Simon’s Songwriter
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via feellng)
I used to love this quote when I was younger. Now, I’m almost 30 and a person like this sounds overwhelming. Like, I’m gonna need you to calm down. Want things. Be passionate. But calm down and watch Golden Girls with me now and then.
If you can’t find the fire in little, everyday things, you’re going to be very unhappy and, ultimately, a bore. I want the person who makes going to Costco feel like slaying dragons, not the person who keeps complaining about the lack of dragons.
Balance is everything.(via modernhuge)
I listened to Storyman’s album on the way to their show & actually considered turning around. The recordings are much more “produced” than what I’d heard of Guggenheim Grotto, their previous incarnation. On stage, though, they were brilliantly balanced and mostly natural, bringing out the core of their substantial musical talent and passion. I’m very, very glad I kept moving forward.
After the show, I got to eavesdrop on bits of explanation of their new name and then had a fairly deep discussion with Kevin about art and the journey and process. I don’t think I would have said that I preferred their stage sound to the recording, but when he said it himself I was quick to lend my support, qualifying it with a FWIW.
It seems the best musicians never stop evolving or thinking about the next mutation. And it’s obvious at first glance, from Mick’s pained expressions to the music stretching out through Kevin’s fingers and toes, that these two men are consumed by the music, cocooned by it as they work toward their next transformation.
All I desire now is numbness.