in two weeks and 3 days, i'm packing shop and heading west ....my horse will be a toyota camry....to be 29 and be able to fit almost all of my worldy possessions in one half of this car makes me feel pretty great.
i've downsized more in the last 2 months than i ever figured i would have to again.....but, it just kept going, and i kept realizing i needed less and less shit.
from a year ago at this point, i have half the records, half the cd's, and probably about a tenth of the dvd's that i had. i now have a bunch of books and a shitload of canvas with paint all over it.
today i downsize some more, getting rid of unneeded record cubes and shelves, and tomorrow ii'll be storing my paintings for the next 2 months while i settle into the new surroundings.
the walls are bare.
the air is cold.
and the music is playing loud.
while all of this moving is going on, i'm booking a tour, and trying to make things happen that should be happening.
i've said it before, but i'll say here again....i plan on living my thirties like i should have lived my twenties, which is acting like a stupid fucking teenager.
some of us are born to fuck things up...it's what we're good at.
some of us are born to spread the gospel of distortion.
all hail feedback.
some recommended veiwing/listening/reading that has taken me hostage in the last few days:
author michel faber
the only show that matters
fin.
rjm
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