In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, July 6, 2012
So fuckin' fucked up
Oh, man...
What's up, farmboy?
I have completely wasted today. I have done nothing. All I've done is hang out on the internet and sleep. I've only played one song on the guitar, and I forced myself to do that. And what's really weird is that I barely even felt guilty about it.
Maybe you needed to rest, farmboy. Were you tired? What did you do yesterday? I know you went out for the Fourth of July.
Yesterday was an interesting day. It was kinda, well, intense in a strange way. I told you that I got this grant to play music for children with disabilities, right? I went for the first one this summer and it was fuckin' great. It was one of those moments when you surprise yourself, you know? I gave this energetic performance and I could see the joy in some of these children at the sound of music. Which is something that I greatly relate to, of course.
Then after that, I heard this song that just knocked me flat. It was by this guy named El-P and I think it was called something like "From Your Upstairs Neighbor." I heard it on a podcast and I kept going back so I could hear it again. For hours I was affected by this song. I have not had that happen for a long time.
Then I went to the songwriters' night at the coffeehouse. I socialized and I performed. I made myself perform. It was a good night. It was a good day, man.
So you had what sounds like a pretty big day yesterday. Give yourself a break and forgive yourself. The stuff you need to do can be done tomorrow.
I guess it'll be okay. I guess. It was so strange, though, it was like I just accepted it. Usually I'd feel way guilty.
You sound like you're feeling guilty now about not feeling guilty.
(laughs) Maybe that's what it is. Man, I am so fuckin' fucked up sometimes.
No you're not, farmboy. Come on! Give yourself a break.
That's what I did today: I gave myself a break.
It's fine, farmboy. No need to panic.
Okay, okay. Tomorrow will come soon enough. I still need to play some guitar, though. Right?
Only if you want.
I'm going to. It'll make me feel better. Plus I need all the playing I can get. And, oh yeah, it's fun and satisfying.
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