I’m pretty patterned now, so I’m not constantly walloped
with new experiences. I work kinda a lot. It takes up most of my time now, but I
finished work and went on a run before the sun went down.
When I run I day dream about playing music. Whatever is
playing in my iPod is my little fantasy concert. I have a little made up band
and usually I’m the singer but the great part about imagination is that you can
do whatever you want. I’ve even played the drums.
I’m terrible at the drums and have horrible rhythm.
You’ve probably been in a rock n roll fantasy of mine. I can’t
do all the things! You may have had the bass or guitar, there’s a good chance
you’ve sung back up as well. If you’re terrible you may have played the tambourine.
I have teams assembled for different genres. Don’t worry, you’re playing music
you like.
I’m starting a new rule where every time I make a blog post
I have to have a recording to accompany it. It’s a little contract I signed
with myself. So I’ve been wedged in my car on an abandoned road trying to
hammer out a good take of Us by Regina Spektor.
I have to drive out here because I can’t feel free to sing
just in my apartment. I’m loud, and need to feel like its ok to wail. And I’m
inside my car because outside my car I was molested by mosquitos and one went
up my nose.
There’s a security vehicle that comes by and shines a light
in my car. This road is a long straight and narrow with two lanes so it’s a
prime target for drag racing. That’d be an extra nice surprise to witness. But
this mall cop just sees a blonde guy with a guitar cramped behind a steering
wheel with an occasional accidental honk.
I didn’t get a good take. I’m not that good a musician. But
that rule is I have to post something. And it still has a very “Taylor” aesthetic.
Half arranging while playing and remembering/making up lyrics really gives it a
fly by the seat of your pants feel. And you can tell when I finally get in the
zone and just let it rip.
Dan Harmon once said to me that part of being a great writer
is being a terrible one. I was listening to his podcast but I figure I can extrapolate
that directly to me being a musician. So growing pains I guess.
I told Spoons that what I want to do with my life is be a
singer/musician. Spoons asked why I wasn’t doing that then? Everyone else I
talk to understands why I don’t pursue it with more gusto.
In other me-usic news. I have a new voice teacher and I have
a band to sing with! In a drunken stupor I found and emailed a new vocal coach
and a guy looking for a singer for their stoner rock band. I have a pretty high
success rate with getting jobs/applications while in a drunken haze. Then I
wake up the next morning with some progress in my life.
I eat vegemite now. There’s a trick to it. Most non-Aussies
can’t stand it, but I think it’s because they slather it on. It’s creamy and
looks like Nutella so your instinct is to really lay it on thick. Plus, since
everyone hates it, you want to be the one that can handle it and be some sort of vegemite "hero". I did too. But now I know the key is to go light on the mite. You gotta just take a few molecules and put that on some buttered toast. Then you're good to go.
Vegemite also only tastes like Vegemite. Finding a unique flavour or smell is so rare with all the access to everything in the world. It's worth a try.
I had a dream where I spoke to Jeb Bush. Not a prophetic one, but he's maybe running for Prez (right??) and I guess that must have been on my mind when I took some weird Aussie sleeping pills.
I was playing hide and see with the cross country boys from high school. These are like the most fit dudes ever, they do toughest mudders and bike across the country so this was some real game shit right here. But we were playing inside a modern mansion, There was a water walkway in the basement and it was all marble but poorly lit cuz we were playing hide and seek. Obvi. And I was it.
So I was losing (pretty sure they were hiding in the elevator shaft) and I climbed out of the basement started walking into the yard to find people. It was day time. And who do I see, but Jeb Bush. Now I don’t have a mental picture of Jeb Bush so I was just looking at George Bush but I knew it was Jeb. And I was like what? I should go talk to him.
Then Timmy Stitch whom I've met maybe a handful of times comes from out of no where and grabs my hand and starts pulling me across the grass. At first I’m like “WTF Timmy???” but then I realize he’s going fast as fuck and it’s way faster and easier for me to be dragged across the grass by Timmy than by walking. So I’m fine with it and jsut sort of go limp.
But also it was like Timmy as a child. Not as like current age Timmy. He was 8. But he dragged me to his mom. Momma Stich and I were closer to Jeb and I was like “Hey Timmy’s mom, is that Jeb Bush?” I wasn’t like confirming, I knew it was, but I wanted her to notice and see him too.
But then she pulled the classic mom move like “ummm, no I don’t think that’s him”. And I was surprised cuz it definitely was. “I’m pretty sure that’s Jeb, Mrs Stich” “Oh, I don’t think that’s him, Taylor”
Then I was like whatever and started walking over to Jeb anyway. Timmy of course whips me to the ground and drags me to Jeb. I started asking him about running for president, but all he wanted to talk about was Snazzytown. I don’t know what the fuck Snazzytown is. Even in the dream I was like “what are you talking about?” but he kept babbling on about how it was the best town in the US. He was obsessed with Snazzytown.
So still dreaming, I google “Snazzytown” in my phone and apparently it’s a small town in Wisconsin that loves this one Betta fish. And that’s it. Just a small town that has this Betta on a pedestal.
And Jeb wants to make all of the US like that.
End of dream.
Vegemite also only tastes like Vegemite. Finding a unique flavour or smell is so rare with all the access to everything in the world. It's worth a try.
I had a dream where I spoke to Jeb Bush. Not a prophetic one, but he's maybe running for Prez (right??) and I guess that must have been on my mind when I took some weird Aussie sleeping pills.
I was playing hide and see with the cross country boys from high school. These are like the most fit dudes ever, they do toughest mudders and bike across the country so this was some real game shit right here. But we were playing inside a modern mansion, There was a water walkway in the basement and it was all marble but poorly lit cuz we were playing hide and seek. Obvi. And I was it.
So I was losing (pretty sure they were hiding in the elevator shaft) and I climbed out of the basement started walking into the yard to find people. It was day time. And who do I see, but Jeb Bush. Now I don’t have a mental picture of Jeb Bush so I was just looking at George Bush but I knew it was Jeb. And I was like what? I should go talk to him.
Then Timmy Stitch whom I've met maybe a handful of times comes from out of no where and grabs my hand and starts pulling me across the grass. At first I’m like “WTF Timmy???” but then I realize he’s going fast as fuck and it’s way faster and easier for me to be dragged across the grass by Timmy than by walking. So I’m fine with it and jsut sort of go limp.
But also it was like Timmy as a child. Not as like current age Timmy. He was 8. But he dragged me to his mom. Momma Stich and I were closer to Jeb and I was like “Hey Timmy’s mom, is that Jeb Bush?” I wasn’t like confirming, I knew it was, but I wanted her to notice and see him too.
But then she pulled the classic mom move like “ummm, no I don’t think that’s him”. And I was surprised cuz it definitely was. “I’m pretty sure that’s Jeb, Mrs Stich” “Oh, I don’t think that’s him, Taylor”
Then I was like whatever and started walking over to Jeb anyway. Timmy of course whips me to the ground and drags me to Jeb. I started asking him about running for president, but all he wanted to talk about was Snazzytown. I don’t know what the fuck Snazzytown is. Even in the dream I was like “what are you talking about?” but he kept babbling on about how it was the best town in the US. He was obsessed with Snazzytown.
So still dreaming, I google “Snazzytown” in my phone and apparently it’s a small town in Wisconsin that loves this one Betta fish. And that’s it. Just a small town that has this Betta on a pedestal.
And Jeb wants to make all of the US like that.
End of dream.
