i had a dream this morning that i was competing in some sort of two-day obstacle race with my old bandmates. the clearest detail i can remember is that it was the second day and i was trying to coordinate transportation with friends and family members, to get back to the event. i was sitting on a dock, watching two men is swish pants play with an oversized remote control submarine with a shark fin on it's back. i was talking into a phone that was also a hand-held telescope that a nautical captain would use (except it seemed to be made of bone and shell rather than brass). i was talking to one of my bandmates' sisters, attempting to convince her that we were running late, and i needed to talk to someone who was coordinating rides. i recall looking at a clock and seeing that it was 4:30p.m. presently, she put my maternal grandma on the line (she passed away over five years ago). granny was then talking to me about my uncle chris as though he were also there and still alive, mentioning that he had been in a fender-bender car accident or something like that, so she would drive everyone to the second day of the event. i don't recall my granny ever driving; i'm not even sure that she had a license.
after finishing the album, i thought that i would be relieved and happy to relax and take a break from writing and recording for awhile. i found, instead, that as usual i quickly get bored/anxious/fidgety/frustrated when i am not being productive, and i dunno, maybe i'm a little workaholic in that way.
so i'm already working on the next album, got a couple of tracks recorded so far.
sometimes i'd like to stop. like to do other things. but it's almost like an obsession to keep on spitting 'em out. it's one of the few ways i know how to express myself anymore. i think that will all the hectic differing lifestyles of all my friends, we barely really communicate anymore. most correspondence is via IM or email, or facebook invite to the next shindig. the odd phonecall (it seems everyone has a crackberry but me). once in awhile getting together for lunch or dinner. but not very much genuine quality time together, face-to-face communication. i guess i miss that interaction sometimes. i've had the pleasure of hanging with friends a few times in the past week or so, even playing some music together, which is always fun. it made me remember how much i used to love getting on stage. it was a nice thought.