20:27: when 2007 started, i said it would be a year of pain. i was right. it took about 8 months before things actually picked up a little. the one person who was once all that made me happy became the main source of my unhappiness for a huge chunk of this year. yes, there still is tension between us. and for my friends who think i'm ok now, i'm not. i meant it when i said i'd stay away, so please don't push it.
i turned into mark cohen. those lines that drove me so long ago when i was first introduced to rent became my motto once more:
"don't breathe too deep... don't think all day... dive into work... drive the other way..." work, luckily, has been kind. the people, the environment, moving up or sideways or whatever... all of it has helped me tremendously. work has made my life a circus, but the dejection was still there. i was very, very close to giving up on a lot of things that used to mean everything to me. and just when i was ready to give up on music, i met someone who rekindled my interest in playing and making music. it sounds maudlin, but it's true.
enter: bassist. i met him in a training class that i was co-facilitating. it wasn't until they actually finished training that we got to talking. turns out, he played the bass. we were looking for a bassist. turned out he played jazz bass. bam! there you go. the following weekend, we jammed with the band. kaboom. the sound i had been looking for. the direction we had been needing. i now have a clearer vision of where things are going. THIS is what i wanted. i admit, i was being hopeful when i first asked this guy if he wanted to join, but seeing how things are going and where things could go... i got more than i had hoped for. yes, tinola is alive. or will be, after i'm done with this play. and i am quite happy, albeit a little frightened.Labels: updates
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