Change is good, right? I’m writing you from my new apartment, Alex’s apartment, that I just moved into this month. There’s a nice stainless steel table here in the kitchen. Alex is out and about right now. I’m here to write songs. I’ve got about half an album’s worth so far.
Been teaching myself how to play my favorite Steely Dan songs, Black Cow and Peg. Trying to think of the jazziest person I know since Google isn’t helping me with “how to I use 9sus4 chords.” It’s probably Chris Aiello. It’s definitely Chris Aiello, the Mellow the Man. Sax player in Caged Animals.
There is a kale plant on our balcony that really turns your tongue green. The wind was kicking today when I was drying my bed sheets on the line. We’re a few floors up. But dat global warming doe. That reminds me I should get my towels. *gets towels* The laundry machines downstairs are kind of disappointingly overpriced, and they seem to have gotten a lot of crap on my clothes. But they’re in the building, so…
I’ve been going out a lot to keep away the blues. My friend Alexis Price just moved to town, so that’s helping. Sometimes she laughs really loud and long at my tiny jokes. I love her paintings.
My to-do list has a Chopin prelude in it. Let’s listen to that now.
I’ve found some affirmations that resonate with me. It’s been hard to find anything worth repeating sincerely to myself that I can get behind every single day. Most stuff feels too cheesy or too ego-strokey. I haven’t been using my affirmations but I did find some good ones.
Wow, that Chopin was sad. Delete!
I wish I didn’t have quite so much internet access. It’s really distracting. I didn’t have internet in Asheville, except for on my shitty blackberry. That was pretty great. I had to go up the street to Lloyd’s porch to exchange files with the guy who mixed SFIP. NYC has no chill, as the kids say. I spent a few weeks with my family in North Carolina last month. The city has much more going on socially, but it’s impossible to relax here. I just wish there were Thai food near me. Not sure howmany weeks without it before I break down and die. I’ll keep you not posted.