It’s strange. I used to fill Little Black Books to bursting with little black writing – but you can only fill one book with writing, you know? And so I type in this Journal, and make all my thoughts ready for public consumption. Some have accused me of not doing that very successfully – but I tend to feel that my music is very very personal, and very, very candid – and that being a little more…. I don’t know – in the music you can pretend you don’t get it, or we can package it in such a way (like full band shows at the Vault) so that message really isn’t a very important part of the music… But when I put it in THIS form – it’s impossible to ignore, and impossible to “not get”.
I don’t know – that’s sort of honest, you know?
So much going on, and so much of it I can’t really write about – not to the world – but it will find it’s way out in music soon.
Everything is fair, from someone’s point of view, I suppose.
My father’s in the hospital, but I’m not even sure how much I can get away with talking about THAT – but I’m a believer in … energy? Optimism? I don’t even know what to call it – but that the more positive energy there is flowing around with him in mind, the better off he’ll be.
So send some kind thoughts his way, please.
New Year’s Eve has struck with bad news for many – I’m almost expecting a news broadcast announcing that Bush has done something horrid to some foreign country that I’ve never really thought about before.
And there shall be cheering in the streets.
So, when ilyAIMY rules the world, there’ll be changes (yes, I expect MiBs at my door shortly after uploading these pages).
It’s a frightening world that we Live in, and this is driven into me most everyday. It’s often a pretty monumental battle of will-power that keeps me running, day after day…
So, the New Year? We’ll pray for something completely different – oh, and for our mood not to infect the party.