April 22, 2016 - 12:35am
I got back to the house around 10pm... I don't know why I couldn't get to bed before midnight... I was up way too late last night... almost 4am the last time I checked the clock... the time vampire that is the internet, facebook, chat, and youtube.
Ah well... my own fault.
Today was a good day... easy morning, made breakfast then Kyle and I headed to the studio for noon. We were going to be late... I knew we should've left earlier... and running a studio for several years, I know how annoying it is for bands to show up late all the time.
Ah well... my own fault.
The weather was really nice out for a change. It's been raining most of the time but today was a few clouds and blue sky. Sun was warm and hoped it wasn't too hot out for jeans and a button up shirt... I don't want be that sweaty guy in the studio all day... control rooms with consoles (SSL) can get pretty warm.
Ah well... I was fine... but it would've been my own fault since I know better.
We saw the aftermath of a nasty accident on the highway.
Kyle was quick enough to make a decision and get off the highway tro go around... I could see it from the off ramp though... the one car's front end was totalled and the front end and side of the other was crumpled.
The paramedics were working on one of the occupants as we went by.
... I had this urge to get my phone out to take a pic before we could see it.
... I felt really guilty after that was a thought that went through my head.
... the paramedics were working on someone as we passed... judging by the damage to the cars, my guess was they were in bad shape.
There's nothing you can really do at that point though... it's completely out of your hands as a passerby.
We saw a woman yesterday who'd most likely run out of gas had abandoned her car and was walking along the highway.
I kept looking at how far she needed to go for help... then thought about how her footwear was designed to sit at a desk... not walk along the highway
... then thought about how maybe it's karma she's in that position... or maybe there's a reason she needs to be late to her destination... maybe she'll meet someone.
Again... not much you can really do to help when you're going 70mph... and the way my brain works... I'm more curious what lead to her (possibly) running out of gas.
I don't even know if she actually ran out of gas...
I got a text from a friend asking if I regret not seeing Prince last month once we arrived at the studio.
"Did he die?
... of all the losses this year so far... Bowie topped my list but Prince moved him down to 3rd... I felt the need to leave a space.
... it felt very much out of nowhere.
... we didn't talk about it much at the studio, but it was on my mind all day.
... at least it wasn't an accident... or drugs... or suicide... or murder.
... maybe he had a heart attack or something... or that flu turned worse... even though he wasn't that old, he still wasn't that young either... and the body does what the body does as it ages.
(... I know now the word is it may have stemmed from a drug overdose... but I'm choosing to believe there's a logical explanation what happened.)
We're losing artists.
... like... really losing them lately.
I look at someone like Prince or Bowie... and in today's market, I don't think they're supposed to make it... it doesn't matter how good their music would've/could've been or how talented they are... or would've been. It doesn't matter... they probably wouldn't have gotten a chance in this market. I feel like large amount of exceptional musicians today get caught in a trap of playing for other musicians... when 20 years ago, they could've been nurtured and brought to the public.
Prince was Prince.
He didn't apologize, he didn't ask permission... unless it would've been the Prince thing to do so.
Part of me hopes this is fake... or part of a bigger campaign where he pops up at the Super Bowl or something... probably not but I'm saying it here first!
... sounds like that's not the case though.
My Facebook feed has been Prince all day... people sharing stories mostly... or quotes/clips.
... I think the scarier part as my age group grows older... is there's going to be a patch where our idols and icons stop dying... and 20 years later it's going to start being our turn.
Real talk for a minute... I've accepted that half my life very well could be over. This is a thing... and I can only imagine how my parents (Happy Birthday Mom! :-)) feel when the thought crosses their mind. It's one thing to discuss a will... it's another to see the age group... and the trend.
Prince will leave us with songs and stories... of all the things you can't take with you, it's ironically the best thing about.
I don't regret not seeing him live last much as much as I'm saddened we'll never cross paths in real life. In a weird way I thought I would... there were a few signs over the years were I thought it could be a thing... and I could tell my parents I saw him... or better yet, met him.
It's days like today though I'm glad I made the decision to go deeper into music... I've been both feet in for... let's say, 15 years now.
... like that car crash this morning reminded me... work towards meaningful work... everyday.
(Deja vu looking at my computer on the bed...)
"Leave it better than you found it" is another saying I repeat whenever I'm grumbling internally about something.
We tracked guitars all day... creating songs that really have no real purpose until it finds a home and meaning with the listeners... and with this album, Parabelle has raised quite a bit of funds from their fanbase before a single note was (really) recorded... they're anticipating it meaning something to them.
... that's pressure... but it doesn't feel like work.
... passing a guitar around showing everyone in the room what they heard in their head isn't work... somebody went to work today and pulled someone out of a wrecked car and tried to keep them alive.
... I've thought about that for years, having family and friends in medicine... the thing about my job is I don't go to work about worry about people dying. Nobody dies at my work if I don't do my job.
... days like today though I'm reminded that's not exactly the case.
... artists help people enjoy the good times and get through the bad... and I think helping people through the bad is the #1 job of any artist.
... so in theory, someone could die if I don't do my job... and what's worse is I'd never even know.
(Deja vu again... this time from a dream I'm pretty sure... such a weird day...)
Kyle and I played a serious game of NBA Jam while Alex was taking a break to help another band that dropped by. We beat Dallas 62-60. I was John Stockton, he was Karl Malone.
The day in the studio ended with Alex, Kyle, and myself passing a guitar around trying leads on a few songs... today was a good day.
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