the ride starts
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
The past few days at work, I've gotten right back into the groove. All fears about losing my serving skills are quashed. It's an instinct, and though I may have been a little rusty my first shift, everything was still there. Tom remarked how great it was to have me back and said I could have whatever shift I wanted. It's nice to be appreciated and to have your talent recognized.
Steve and I have made progress on "Punishment Horse," with only a few parts needed to complete it. It needs a different rhythm track, some falsetto vox for the bridge, and I'd like to take another stab at the first chorus. I'm belting out almost at the top of my range and the first take was a little weak. Steve's a good producer, pushing for perfection due to OCD. I almost want to work on something else and return to "Horse" fresh again, kind of take a break at a point where we're still excited about it instead of getting sick of it. Maybe "I Wear the Pants" or "Ickerdoodlesnay" will be next.
On my day off today I ended up walking around more than if I had worked. I did some errands downtown, then walked to Burnet Woods, got an iced coffee at Sitwell's (to combat humid allergy nastiness), bought a new notebook to fill with random thoughts/lyrics/concepts, ran into Britt (a karaoke pal who goes by the moniker "Fuck Your Yankee Blue Jeans") and borrowed a couple frisbees from him to play disc golf, then back up the hill. I had planned to read and play my hose organ and perhaps write or meditate, but the ultra-humid day swatted those plans down with a vengeance. I lugged backpack weight unnecessarily in addition to walking everywhere on my day off. I am smart.
Until I steadily have money in my pocket, a routine (the sundays of debachery), I won't quite feel like a citizen here. But I'm getting there. It's like an amusement park ride just starting up, the Scrambler or the Octopus, where it just starts its cycle and you know it'll keep getting faster and funner, but you're excited that it's begun. The ride has officially begun for me now. It'll last a year, then a new ride in a new country. I have to make this time count, squeeze the pulpy fruitmeat of nati' 05-06 and sup every drop of nectar from my fingers.
Steve and I have made progress on "Punishment Horse," with only a few parts needed to complete it. It needs a different rhythm track, some falsetto vox for the bridge, and I'd like to take another stab at the first chorus. I'm belting out almost at the top of my range and the first take was a little weak. Steve's a good producer, pushing for perfection due to OCD. I almost want to work on something else and return to "Horse" fresh again, kind of take a break at a point where we're still excited about it instead of getting sick of it. Maybe "I Wear the Pants" or "Ickerdoodlesnay" will be next.
On my day off today I ended up walking around more than if I had worked. I did some errands downtown, then walked to Burnet Woods, got an iced coffee at Sitwell's (to combat humid allergy nastiness), bought a new notebook to fill with random thoughts/lyrics/concepts, ran into Britt (a karaoke pal who goes by the moniker "Fuck Your Yankee Blue Jeans") and borrowed a couple frisbees from him to play disc golf, then back up the hill. I had planned to read and play my hose organ and perhaps write or meditate, but the ultra-humid day swatted those plans down with a vengeance. I lugged backpack weight unnecessarily in addition to walking everywhere on my day off. I am smart.
Until I steadily have money in my pocket, a routine (the sundays of debachery), I won't quite feel like a citizen here. But I'm getting there. It's like an amusement park ride just starting up, the Scrambler or the Octopus, where it just starts its cycle and you know it'll keep getting faster and funner, but you're excited that it's begun. The ride has officially begun for me now. It'll last a year, then a new ride in a new country. I have to make this time count, squeeze the pulpy fruitmeat of nati' 05-06 and sup every drop of nectar from my fingers.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 8/19/2005 10:37:00 AM ]
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