Well I've been lockin' myself up in my house for sometime now
Readin' and writin' and readin' and thinkin'
and searching for reasons and missing the seasons
the autumn, the spring, the summer, the snow,
the record on stop and the record on go.
Latches latched, the windows down,
the dog coming in and the dog going out.
Up with caffeine and down with a shot,
constantly worried about what I got,
distracting my work but I can't make it stop
and my confidence on and my confidence off
and I sink to the bottom and rise to the top
and I think to myself that I do this a lot.
World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes....
and I witness it all through the blinds of my window
These are the opening words of this song by the Avet Brothers. It has been a long-time favourite, and they sang it to me as their second encore at Ottawa folk festival a couple weeks ago, and I just about lost my mind.
Which is kind of what the song is about, actually.
An occurrence that is not uncommon, it seems, and more often than not in exactly the whirlwind of overwhelming thinking described in the song rather than the ecstatic thrill of hearing it performed live.
I haven't written anything since being in Scotland, because I loved it too much to put it into cheap words.
And after spending several months losing my mind all over the world in the latter manner, I came 'home' with the unfounded sense that it was time to get back to my 'real life'. And I've lost it a bit the way they sing it.
But two things have brought me back!
1. I've just discovered this girl, who writes about (among other much more difficult subjects) the conundrum of "finding myself in a place that I'd never been, a place that I thought that I would never be" (avett bros, paranoia in b flat major), and feeling uncertainty about enjoying it and over-compensating with self-deprecating humour (ie: finding ourselves in a job folding stretchy pants at mid-20s and making too many bad jokes) but also making some valuable life changes.
2. I'm in BC! In a hotel! with free breakfast and lots of free time.
I wasn't locked in my house, but my summer just flew by. I'm also not writing and I don't have a dog, but besides those 3 points Seth's words ring true for me. I AM missing the seasons, for all those reasons, and also because I keep panicking about 'what am i gonna do with my life!?'
I'M DOING IT.
so shut up brain.
ima go have me some more 'talk on indolence / isle of skye / this is the best moment' moments.
Readin' and writin' and readin' and thinkin'
and searching for reasons and missing the seasons
the autumn, the spring, the summer, the snow,
the record on stop and the record on go.
Latches latched, the windows down,
the dog coming in and the dog going out.
Up with caffeine and down with a shot,
constantly worried about what I got,
distracting my work but I can't make it stop
and my confidence on and my confidence off
and I sink to the bottom and rise to the top
and I think to myself that I do this a lot.
World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes....
and I witness it all through the blinds of my window
These are the opening words of this song by the Avet Brothers. It has been a long-time favourite, and they sang it to me as their second encore at Ottawa folk festival a couple weeks ago, and I just about lost my mind.
Which is kind of what the song is about, actually.
An occurrence that is not uncommon, it seems, and more often than not in exactly the whirlwind of overwhelming thinking described in the song rather than the ecstatic thrill of hearing it performed live.
I haven't written anything since being in Scotland, because I loved it too much to put it into cheap words.
And after spending several months losing my mind all over the world in the latter manner, I came 'home' with the unfounded sense that it was time to get back to my 'real life'. And I've lost it a bit the way they sing it.
But two things have brought me back!
1. I've just discovered this girl, who writes about (among other much more difficult subjects) the conundrum of "finding myself in a place that I'd never been, a place that I thought that I would never be" (avett bros, paranoia in b flat major), and feeling uncertainty about enjoying it and over-compensating with self-deprecating humour (ie: finding ourselves in a job folding stretchy pants at mid-20s and making too many bad jokes) but also making some valuable life changes.
2. I'm in BC! In a hotel! with free breakfast and lots of free time.
I wasn't locked in my house, but my summer just flew by. I'm also not writing and I don't have a dog, but besides those 3 points Seth's words ring true for me. I AM missing the seasons, for all those reasons, and also because I keep panicking about 'what am i gonna do with my life!?'
I'M DOING IT.
so shut up brain.
ima go have me some more 'talk on indolence / isle of skye / this is the best moment' moments.