I've been paying more attention to my trembling hands. I wonder if they shake while I'm playing guitar. Does it contribute to my style? Has it determined the way I fret and strum?
"I think I suffer from anxiety," I told my mom.
"We all do," she replied. I finished a new song, but then what? Stuck, as I was, between wanting to break things and wanting to shut my eyes, I decided instead to just listen to music. I say "just" because I neglected to take notes, failed to make comparisons, decided against experimenting with cables. This was disappointing. People, however, have been telling me that I need to be more selfish. As the sun went down on Jersey City, I sat still and listened. I chose a disc that I hadn't touched in quite some time: Diciembre, 3 a.m. by Migala. And it made me feel better.
"We all do," she replied. I finished a new song, but then what? Stuck, as I was, between wanting to break things and wanting to shut my eyes, I decided instead to just listen to music. I say "just" because I neglected to take notes, failed to make comparisons, decided against experimenting with cables. This was disappointing. People, however, have been telling me that I need to be more selfish. As the sun went down on Jersey City, I sat still and listened. I chose a disc that I hadn't touched in quite some time: Diciembre, 3 a.m. by Migala. And it made me feel better.
When the night is coldAnd, then, you came home.
And the phone is ringing in my bones
And the wine has gone so long ago...
I wish you were here, I wish you were here, I wish you were here.
