pants

you'd think running would help my coordination, but i just fell over trying to take my running shorts off.

ain't callin' me baby

i played my first show when i was sixteen years old. with my punk rock band. in a church. i spent the following ten years consistently playing shows, increasingly so in the last few years. 

A DECADE!

the last time i played a show was last june. over seven months ago.

after that last show, i went on a three month hiatus from guitar playing. every time i looked at a guitar, i'd have a dream that night-- dreams about playing, about forgetting my parts, facing the wrong way on stage, having bad practices-- and i couldn't bear to pick up any of my guitars. a few months pass, and i'm randomly thinking about playing again. i think about how it used to feel when i'd pick up a guitar. my first guitar. feeling my fingers on the frets. feeling everything around me fade into the background when i'd focus on playing. wondering when it stopped feeling good. wondering how to get it back.

today, there was a drum set in my living room. my amp turned up until it squealed.

& by the way, Destiny's Child sounds really good through headphones. i'm just saying.