A bit heartsick, I must admit. A whirlwind three days and on the cusp of returning home, only one thing makes the heart light: the thought of more adventures.
Three days soaked in the sun, merciless upon its arrival in the morning, baking us in our tents until roused and mobile.
The words to ‘oh my sweet carolina’ in my head throughout, this is the taste of life that a lot of my former works are missing. Emphasis on l-i-v-i-n. Also, a song by John Mellencamp sunk my heart in the car home, amidst the cheer of the day’s journey.
Part of the drive to make music is to culturally earmark these moments. Listening to ‘time to pretend’, (what a damn catchy tune) MGMT sounds so detached and steeped in irony that they might never escape into these sunny types of days, or rather the songwriter might look right past them. Hopefully I can capture the fullness of these moments in my lungs and hands. Looking forward to the writing.
