I just finished playing Echoes (yes, all twenty-three and a half minutes of it), lying on the floor. I swear that’s the best therapy in existence. Use in moderation – effects best noticed directly after serious depression.
Well, I wasn’t really seriously depressed. Just suffering from withdrawal, I suppose. Today was – wow. I believe I shall merely say that it was a day of revelation. I had an amazing conversation with Kelsey on the way back from Kaj’s – if you haven’t already, go read her latest post. It’s disturbing but insanely beautiful. I would also like to publicly apologize for being such a jerk to Alec for two years. (And I would also like to apologize for never apologizing before.)
Well, I wasn’t really seriously depressed. Just suffering from withdrawal, I suppose. Today was – wow. I believe I shall merely say that it was a day of revelation. I had an amazing conversation with Kelsey on the way back from Kaj’s – if you haven’t already, go read her latest post. It’s disturbing but insanely beautiful. I would also like to publicly apologize for being such a jerk to Alec for two years. (And I would also like to apologize for never apologizing before.)
Though your happiness fills me with joy, it also fills me with longing.
–written before supper.
(The following was written at about seven forty-five.)
I played my soundscape again. For the first time ever, one of “my” pieces sounded better than it did when I first played it. It’s not really a piece, of course. Only a fantasy of chords, blended rhythms. And yet I am beginning to perceive patterns. Each time I play that one chord and the almost-melody flows out, there is more emotion in the torrent of sound. I might actually write some decent music someday.
After all, there's a first time for everything.
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