if 2008 was the year of endings, conclusions, "wrapping things up," 2009 is the year of starting fresh. it seem like for the past 2 years, projects took long to develop, to complete themselves, there was a lot of stalling even though things were moving at a fast rate. i feel like i accomplished 2008, i finished with a record under my belt. "the" record that i've always been producing in my heart since i first fell in love with my 4 track cassette recorder. now that the dream has a space, something new will become. i'm not going to force anything into being, because that's impossible. i'm not going to put false notions on the future. i'm open to it. it was kind of a foreign feeling ending 2008 in LA, because 2009 will be NY. so long farewell is my resolution. i'm lifting the veil, the mirage is in LA.
As I stood on Melrose observing what LA is really about and taking in the feeling of "Hollywood," I saw the desert sprawled out...dreams diluted. I thought to myself..."Is there really an 'industry' here?" Sometime I feel that it's all pretend. Like there's just everyone hanging on this thin string, and once you pull it, it will all fall apart. I'm not being cynical or negative, I really feel the magic here. It's a jewel of a city, and my experiences have been life altering. There's just this juxtaposition of fantasy and realism. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.
The New Years Party was nice, I was mainly a wallflower but in company with a dear friend.
The vintage scene, old hank william songs, the crisp winter air, stories after stories, intoxication, the feeling of the "wild west," everything was quite golden in all it's simple mannerisms.
I decided love is not for me, here. It's somewhere else, unthought, spontaneous, and dreaming.
Relationships seemed so cliche, or was it the party? or aren't they really too much at times?
As I observed casual party conversation, I noticed that profound-ness is not admired or adorned in this century. People find comfort, they like the mundane, routine socializing, simple mind sets. the ambiguity is lost in meaning. definitions are so defining. Nobody cares about enlightenment in the same way Buddah or Jesus or Sarasvati did, poison is soothing and inviting. Things are plain. There are no rituals at parties, it's quite disheartening. Just small talk, maybe a few honest connections. Life in the 21st century...cellphones are my cigarette.
As I stood on Melrose observing what LA is really about and taking in the feeling of "Hollywood," I saw the desert sprawled out...dreams diluted. I thought to myself..."Is there really an 'industry' here?" Sometime I feel that it's all pretend. Like there's just everyone hanging on this thin string, and once you pull it, it will all fall apart. I'm not being cynical or negative, I really feel the magic here. It's a jewel of a city, and my experiences have been life altering. There's just this juxtaposition of fantasy and realism. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.
The New Years Party was nice, I was mainly a wallflower but in company with a dear friend.
The vintage scene, old hank william songs, the crisp winter air, stories after stories, intoxication, the feeling of the "wild west," everything was quite golden in all it's simple mannerisms.
I decided love is not for me, here. It's somewhere else, unthought, spontaneous, and dreaming.
Relationships seemed so cliche, or was it the party? or aren't they really too much at times?
As I observed casual party conversation, I noticed that profound-ness is not admired or adorned in this century. People find comfort, they like the mundane, routine socializing, simple mind sets. the ambiguity is lost in meaning. definitions are so defining. Nobody cares about enlightenment in the same way Buddah or Jesus or Sarasvati did, poison is soothing and inviting. Things are plain. There are no rituals at parties, it's quite disheartening. Just small talk, maybe a few honest connections. Life in the 21st century...cellphones are my cigarette.
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