Fresh

While it’s fresh. While the wheels are still spinning, and altered states of mind are still altering, I will do this. Before it become too late, before we are past our prime, before I wake up at 7am tomorrow and realize how silly I was this night before, I will document an evening. We are at some grandiose pinnacle that will never falter. I have a gut feeling that even 20 years from now, regardless of how kind or unforgiving music business and aging will be on us, we will always look back at right this very second and realize how spectacular it was. Where on earth would you find yourself in a bar crawling with respectively talented writers, singer, musicians, and minds, and stay all night enjoying the good company and cheap bar drinks. The possibilities are endless, the inspirations overflow, and if heaven were to bless us now, in a very average and expected demeanor, it would be exactly this. Brittle hearts finding broader spectrums. Gentle minds gracing greater stages.

For as much as I complain, really, there is no other place like this one. It doesn’t matter the end result of everyone’s hard work, poverty and struggling really, cause we’re all here now. And now is truly a lovely place to be.

We trekked all the way out to Brooklyn, and didn’t make a dime. We played, lugged gear, sweated, tried, killed, died just a little bit and didn’t make enough to cover the cab ride to actually get back home. We got free drinks and good company though, and in those payments you can’t ever really complain. For that is the brilliance of such endeavors. I guess we made just enough to get us through this night and into tomorrow. And tomorrow we will start all over again, our occupations, never ending. For even in slumber such motion will consume the muse filled mind.

But we can’t complain of our occupancy any more than we can of our poverty. We welcome these things, and there is absolutely no greater place to be.