The show went decently, all things considered. The overpriced octagenarian soundguy had a lot of gear that he didn't know how to use and we blew the power during Hinterwelten. We plowed through the rest of our set like a mad machine fueled by liquor and half-hearted cheers.
Read Chris's review at his MySpace page, the link to your right there.
Good to see some folks coming out for support - Loaf & Red showed, which was a pleasant turn. This was Mir's first show since... well... it's been awhile.
Apathy has hit hard now. I slept yesterday from 5am to 5pm, then lounged on the couch until midnight, utterly spent. I'm sore. Perhaps the lethargy can be attributed to a change of scenery -- the post-show weekend is spent among littered blocks, diapers, and Dora DVDs instead of spilt ashtrays and empty bottles. My car is still at the studio and I have no desire to go get it. I know the next days will be routine again and that's nothing to look forward to. Wake, work, home, sleep, repeat. I don't even have the wherewithal to paint these days; half-finished works lie in the basement like corpses.
I haven't showered yet. I'll pull myself together in a second, probably venture out to Warren Center and see my folks, whom I haven't spent time with since Christmas.
Right now I'd like nothing more than a bottle of wine in a dingy place, where I can smoke, with a typewriter and sheaf of possibility. Something to jerk me out of this slumber. Something different.
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I think I know what happened to your "wherewithal" - you left it at my house. I now have 5 ideas brewing, only 1 canvas, and an intense desire to plaster someone's stoic face.
If it's any consolation, the spilled ashtrays and empty bottles littering the lab have not inspired me to do anything since the show either. Including showering. It's Monday. Where this apathetic feeling comes from...I don't know.
"Listen, here's what I think. I think that we can't go around... measuring our goodness by what we don't do. By what we deny ourselves, what we resist, and who we exclude. I think... we've got to measure goodness by what we *embrace*, what we create... and who we include."
You were hoping for a reply...here it is...The sly north wind knows your passion...you chose safety...
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